Hermione Ravenclaw

Grandma always said that boys were nothing but manipulators and were only after one thing and I believed her, truly I did, but when I Colt Hills knelt in front of my desk with his lips contorted with one of his infamous smiles and his bright baby blue eyes gleaming with tales I wanted to know, I had never wished for her to be any wrong. Meeting my gaze he gave a lopsided smile lifting his hand to my desk, "You dropped your pencil." He said. All while I couldn't pull myself together. I couldn't stop staring, never mind blink. I couldn't breathe either, he was filling up my space, it felt as though I was drowning, rather trapped in the janitors closet. His presence was suffocating, but still I wished he was closer. Just an inch maybe. Another second passed and Colt still had his knee on the ground possibly giving our marriage a thought. I closed my mouth and gulped as he lips pressed together. I watched as he knelt off the ground onto his seat right beside me. He was disappointed. I felt it. I saw it, the way he looked down before standing up said it all. "Uhuh." I nodded, finally gaining composure. "Thank you," Unfortunately Colt didn't hear me. He didn't even turn his head or bat an eyelash at my response. Now all I could do was steal glances of him from the corner of my eye. I let out a heavy breath and relaxed my body. Well I handled that like a pro. Who am I kidding he'll never pick up my pencil again. I sighed looking at the board filled with gibberish. At least I said thank you like a true saint, I thought to myself smiling. I took hold of the purple pencil lying delicately on my messy desk and pressed it on the one of the empty pages of my fifth sketchbook. Just wait till Jess hears about this, she probably go hysteric and lash out at me after before telling me how wrong that whole moment was. She'll probably cry with me when I tell her how much he looked near to proposing. She'll then laugh at my approach and guide me how to respond if such a matter occurs again. The she'll obviously make us kneel at the foot of my bed and pray for forgiveness. I laughed out loud at the thought. "Hermione." Mrs. Weatherbury called out sternly with her eyebrows drawn together as I clamped my hand over my mouth. Everyone turned in their seats to look at me. All the attention was on me now. "Mind sharing with the class whatever is making you laugh." She said. No, I instantly thought frowning. I slowly shook my head knowing very well where this was going to end. "No," A few snickers resounded throughout the class as people began to whisper amongst themselves with their eyes glued on me –no doubt talking about me. As if I wasn't crazy enough. Mrs. Weatherbury's frown deepened as her eyebrows knit together. She loudly huffed and turned on her heel to her desk, her chocolate brown hair flipping over her shoulder. Everyone turned back into their seats as she once again began scribble on the chalk board. "See me after this." She demanded. I sighed and a pain shot through my chest like a knife. I dared to sneak a peek at the handsome blue eyed devil beside me. Just as I turned, I found him looking at me too with a small smile gracing his lips. Heat flooded my body. I fiddled with the pencil in my hand and dared another glance at Colt. From the corner of my eye I saw a clad arm stretched over to me, in hand was a folded piece of paper. I turned and traced the arm up to its owner, Colt. His eyebrows shot up as he nodded towards the paper. I frowned, was this some sort of trick? What is Mrs. Weatherbury catches me again? This time she won't be as forgiving. I glanced at my watch and just as the bell rang I outstretched my hand and took the paper from his hands. My heart slammed against my chest. My first love letter was all I could think. I chucked it into my pocket and packed up my crap just as everyone did, leaving the class in their haste. I was almost out of class until I heard my name. Standing at the threshold I debated running away and getting home early, but rather slowly reversed bumping into someone in the process. Time seemed to stop as cold hands were placed on my waist. My heart slammed against my chest knowingly. Only one person in this school hand cold hands. "Watch where you're going," he said ever so softly against my ear. Once again I couldn't breathe. I felt his chest move against my back. "Hey!" someone yelled behind Colt. "Keep moving assholes." Brushing past me, Colt got out of the class with a smile on his lips. I wasn't bathing this evening. I gulped and turned in my place only to be met by Mrs. Weatherbury's hard stare. God, she looked like father Marsai. Her hands were mercilessly placed on both sides of her hips as she leaned against her mahogany desk. As always she her lips were twisted unfairly into a distasteful frown. "We expect better from you," she softly said. We? I wondered. Slowly she took creepy steps towards me, slumping her back. With each step, I withdrew, walking backwards. I wanted to know who this we was. Was it the school board? The teachers perhaps? But she looked like Franky during choir practice, I opened my mouth and shut it several times before I found the confidence to speak up. "What d–," "You can't go around acquainting with his kind," she said pointedly as my eyes grew wide. I was confused. I had no idea what she was implying or simply talking about. My first instinct was to run as she walked closer but I wanted to stay and know what she was talking about. I blinked still confused. Mrs. Weatherbury stopped in her tracks and composed herself, standing taller than before. "He is not going to be happy about this," she said accusingly. With a silent sigh she met my gaze once again. "Stay away from those boys"