Harry picks my legs up and wraps them around his waist, he never broke the kiss.

"Wait. Harry...I..can't do this." i say and jump off him, walking back to the class.
He grabs my wrist and pulls me back.
"What did you say to me?" he says, clearly mad.
"I-I don't want to and i can't." i pull from him and walk back to the class, i pick up my sketch book and look at my picture of Harry.

i sigh but am interrupted by the teacher.

"Everyone! Before we go back to the buses, you will give me your sketch books and i will grade them." she explains, i rip out the sketch of Harry and shove it in my pocket and give her my sketch book.

Harry's pov

I walk back in the room with the rest of the class and i lean against the wall with my hands in my pocket.


The teacher collects our sketch books and as Robin passes over hers a paper drops from her pocket.

As the room clears i pick up the paper and look at a perfectly drawn picture of me.

I run back to the bus and sit a few seats behind Robin.

She likes me right? Why else would she draw me? Maybe it's nothing.

Whatever, for what she did today, she will pay tomorrow.