I quickly get ready for bed, tip toeing through the dorm, the others are already asleep. A quick  timus  shows me it is already two o’clock in the morning.  No sleep for the wicked.  I pull the curtains closed and throw up a silencing spell. Every night I think of him, Draco Malfoy, the Prince of Slytherin, the heir of the Malfoy imperium, but for me it is just Draco. The blond boy with liquid silver eyes, staring intensely at me while he makes me come at the Astronomy Tower. The boy who makes my heart beat faster, gives me butterflies as I catch him staring at me.  Oh I am in trouble, because it is clear that I have feelings for him. 