A calming day, in the dorm

We sat there in deep silence. I was drawing in my scratch book while laying on my bed, belly flat. You could hear as my pencil rasped the sensitive sheets of the notebook. "What are you drawing?" Emma asked, moving closer to me. I pulled away, "It's bad!" I say, pulling the notebook on the other side of the bed. "Aww come on it can't be that bad!" Emma pouted, gaining in on me, trying to grab the notebook. "No, I don't want you to see!" I say, moving so that my right hand can move around to get my notebook. "Hmph!" Emma said, finally stopping, and taking a seat on the white carpet. "Meanie!" she mutters, crossing her arms. "Yeah, say whatever you wish," I say, pulling my sheets up. Emma laid on the floor, playing with her fingers. "Why are you, and your brother so different looking?" I ask, taking a pinch of air. She sat there, numb her head swaying back, and forward. "Well," she finally said, putting her knees up, " we're not genetically related." My muscles compress, as Emma kept talking, "It's a bit complicated." Emma says, swinging her legs, along with her body.

"Mhm?" I say, scribbling on my notepad. She glances up, looking at my firm grey eyes. Her forehead compresses on my bedboard. "I'm bored!" Emma whines, her hair brushed off to the side. "Why don't you try drawing?" I tell her, pulling my head to meet her glimpse. "Well, I could try," Emma says sheeply. I smile at her, grabbing a few loose pieces of paper, with a pencil. "Here," I say handing her the papers, and pencil. "Thanks," she says, grabbing them, and sitting with her legs crossed. You could hear tapping, as the pencil tapped, on the floor. "What should I draw?" she asks me sitting up. "Draw something, or someone you like," I replied. "Hmm?" she hums, placing the papers on the floor, and sitting cris cross apple sauce.

"I'm going to draw a winter polar bear!" Emma says, giving a little giggle, "It'll wear a scarf, with a little hat!" She started drawing on the paper, as I looked back down to my drawing. It was a drawing of Harry when he was older. He had great muscles, tanned skin, his emerald eyes still stand out. His perfect body, that fit his robes so well. He was leaning against a tree looking at someone walking past. A cigarette clinging from his fingertips. I made his robes disappear, so he was only wearing a white shirt with his tie, and some black jeans. I made it so that his eyes were looking at the individual, and that they were lit up. He had a big grin, as I made his checks blushing. "I'm done, can I have the colors now?" Emma asks. I looked over, and handed her my colored pencils, "Here," I say smiling as she grabs them. "Thanks!" she says, picking out a blue, 2 different shades of red, a black, and a gray-colored pencil.

"This is entertaining no wonder, you like it so much!" Emma says, filling in the bear's fluffy scarf. I put my notebook away, watching Emma color in her polar bear. It was white, highlighted a bit, it had a red stripe scarf, with a beautiful beanie. The snow was falling from the sky, and the bear had blue eyes, sitting down on the snow. "I like your drawing," I say, swinging my arms a bit to loosen them up. "Thanks," Emma says, laying her head on my bed. "Well, Draco it's getting late so I'm heading to the girl dorms! bye." she waved me goodbye, before leaving. I smile to myself, as I look at my drawing again. The boy Harry was looking at was me, I was in the background looking at him, my cheeks flushed a deep red. I had a backpack, and my eyes were shining. In the drawing, I was playing around with my Slytherin tie. And we were both staring fondly into each other's eyes.

My radio had started to play when Emma left. Since it only expresses my mood, when Emma was here it couldn't express both of our emotions.

In the song: Ooooh oooo~ They say he likes a good time~ my oh my he comes alive at midnight~ every night -- my momma doesn't trust him... my oh my~ he's only here for one thing...~ --- but so AM I~~

A crimson spread my checks, as I looked at my drawing again. Harry did look hawt. I started, singing along, " Yeah a little bit older a black leather jacket. A bad reputation inedible habits~ one look, and I couldn't breathe! -- yeah I said if he kissed me I might let it happen~ I SWEAR ON MY LIFE THAT I'VE BEEN A GOOD GIRL! Tonight I don't wanna be you!" I heard clapping when I saw Hermione standing there in shock. "YOU'RE SUCH A GREAT SINGER!" She exclaimed as I felt a bit awkward. "Y-yeah," I say in shock that someone was listening. "Why are you here anyway?" I ask. "Great question, do you have the potions book named, The power of love? " She asked. "Yeah here," I say, digging through a stack of papers, and heavy books, and text notebooks. Finally, I find the book that Hermione needed, and I handed it to her. She dusted it and thanked me before leaving.

I decided to take a shower and then go to bed. I walked to the bathroom, stripping myself. I stepped into the shower, turning it on. I felt as cold water rinsed down my back. I quickly changed it to hot water. I let the liquid pour on me, letting my muscles relax on my side. I take some shampoo and start rubbing my hair in circles. Shampoo, stang my eyes, but I just rubbed some soap on my back, arms, and legs. The bathroom was getting hot, as I felt the water give out steam. I rinsed my hair, letting the shampoo slip down my spine, reaching my back legs. I rinsed myself, before stepping out of the shower. The whole place was filled with steam, as I wrapped my towel on my waist. I then changed into an oversized hoodie, with my boxers on, and some black socks.

I then slipped into bed, covering myself with a blanket. Before snoozing into a good night's sleep.