***Introducing...my new Draco Malfoy Story! I've had this written for a long time but I haven't had the courage to post it until now. I hope you all enjoy it, and I would love love LOVE feedback, so review, subscribe, favorite, whatever you feel like doing. Thanks so much for reading!***
Fire and Rain
Chapter one
The pungent smell of gasoline filled the air as hundreds of magical families panted, hustling along the stone platform of King's Cross Station, each headed towards the same mysterious brick barrier. Children, escorted by their anxious and slightly out of place parents, forcibly pushed their trollies along while their belongings threatened to topple over at the slightest bump. From within their thin-wired cages, owls hooted with displeasure at the chaos of the station; cats hissed sassily in protest at their confinement; toads croaked indifferently.
Jennelle Rivers inhaled a deep breath of the polluted air and a white grin graced her beautiful face. Her sparkling green eyes surveyed the station as she pushed her own trolley with all her might, sending her ebony owl into a fit of attention drawing hoots. Jennelle pressed her short finger to her pale pink lips, silencing her pet as they neared the barrier to platform nine and three quarters.
"Bye mum, dad," the small brunette said as her loving parents pulled her into a tight, simultaneous hug.
"Please behave yourself this term, Jennelle, I beg of you," the girl's father, a handsome masculine man said, and Jennelle could hear the smirk in his lighthearted voice.
"Oh come off it. Don't act like you don't enjoy visiting Professor Dumbledore," she joked as she pulled herself from their warm embrace, the coarse hair of her father's goatee prickling her cheek.
"I only wish the visits were for a slightly more positive reason than to inform me that my darling daughter was involved in and, more likely than not, initiated yet another duel with a certain Slytherin bloke," her father raised his thick black eyebrow while she shrugged her slender shoulders, an innocent smile creeping onto her pretty pink lips as she stared up at him from beneath her thick black eyelashes.
"Honestly, Jenn, why's it so hard for you to ignore the little bugger?"
She glanced up at her older brother, his shaggy chocolate colored hair sticking up in random places, while he smirked tauntingly down at her. He locked his arms over his broad chest, showing off the bulging muscles he had obtained from playing professional quidditch for the past year as a star beater. Jennelle glared into his glistening topaz eyes that seemed to be laughing at her and pursed her lips together in a tight white line.
"Because he's a pompous pig and he knows exactly how to get under my skin," she growled, her fingers balling into fists at her sides. "Don't act like his mere existence doesn't irritate you, Noah."
He shrugged his broad shoulders and ran his thick fingers through his hair, ruffling the strands even more so out of place.
"I wasn't the one dueling with the bloke every other week," he argued, a wolfish grin playing on his lips. "There's an evident sort of tension between you two. If I didn't know any better I'd say you fancy the Malfoy boy."
"Don't make me laugh," Jenn scoffed, obviously scandalized, rolling her bright emerald eyes, her small nose wrinkling in disgust.
"My daughter…fancies a Malfoy? Never in a million years!" Jenn's dad howled, his dark eyes widening in horror.
"Hush, Daniel! Don't speak of such blasphemy!" her beautiful mother's sweet voice cried.
She smiled strikingly while her husband and son laughed loudly at Jenn's expense and the girl pointed her piercing stare at her gorgeous mother. Jessica Rivers' green eyes, nearly identical to those of her daughter's, twinkled as she continued to smile innocently at her, the wrinkles by her eye sockets becoming slightly noticeable. Jenn pushed her long waves, black as night, over her shoulders and locked her arms over her impressive bosom as it rose and fell heavily, her nostrils flaring with each breath.
"You can't joke about things concerning them in times like these," Jenn growled in warning. "Honestly, grow up and understand what's going on in the world around us."
"You're right, Jenn-Jenn," the girl's mother said solemnly.
"Yeah, we know what the Malfoy family is all about," her father said seriously.
"Which is why we aren't exactly fond of you being desperately in love with the devil spawn himself," Noah smiled, his white teeth sparkling against his tan skin.
"Exactly. We don't particularly desire a death eater joining our family any time soon," her father grinned as he winked his hazel eyes down at his wife.
"Nonetheless, love cannot be stopped, despite how vile the recipient may be," Jenn's mother said smiling down at her daughter, the meaningful tone she had used did not go unnoticed.
"You're all impossible. I'm leaving, now," Jenn grumbled, turning her back on her joyful family.
"See you for Christmas!" her mother shouted.
"Hey Jenn, why don't you bring Malfoy home for the holidays!" her dad bellowed, sending Noah into a fit of roaring laughter.
Jenn's cheeks burned scarlet in anger and humiliation as she stormed through the brick barrier, suddenly grateful that her dear brother had graduated the year before and would not be there to torment her for the entire train ride. Inhaling a deep, cleansing breath, she allowed her eyes to soften as they wandered platform nine and three-quarters, the platform she had come to know and love. She ran her black nails through her thick locks, pushing her bangs out of her eyes as she set her trunk down alongside the countless others. She tugged the frayed hem of her dark denim shorts as they rode up her slender copper legs. Her casual sneakers slapped the stone floor as she pushed her way through the crowd of people to board the Hogwarts Express.
"Jennelle!"
She lifted her gaze from her worn sneakers and met the chocolate eyes of her best friend as she waved frantically from across the corridor. The blonde shoved her way through the throng of students to reach Jenn, smiling apologetically as her elbow plowed into several peoples' sides.
"Hermione!" Jenn cried, throwing her arms over Hermione Granger's narrow shoulders.
Her beautiful face was swallowed by Hermione's never ending dirty blonde curls as she laid her chin on her friend's shoulder blade. Hermione's strawberry shampoo tickled Jenn's nose and she bit back the sneeze that was sneaking through her nostrils.
"Come on, Harry and Ron managed to snag a compartment for us," she said, guiding Jenn by her wrist along the narrow corridor.
"Oh, Merlin, here we go," Hermione muttered, her grip slightly tightening.
And as Jenn's olive eyes wandered ahead of the pair, she caught his stupid blonde head poking out of his compartment. His icy eyes narrowed upon spotting the girls, a hideous smirk sliding over his lips, and Jenn glared daggers right back at him, disregarding Hermione's strong encouragement to simply ignore him. As he stepped fully out of his compartment, standing proudly in their path, Jennelle took a moment to subtly examine the drastic changes that the boy had undergone over the summer holiday.
He had grown at least four inches, now standing well over a foot taller than her five foot frame. His arms and torso seemed to have bulked up quite a bit, his pale biceps protruding from within short sleeves of his black t-shirt. His jaw seemed more defined, the muscle near his cheek twitching before clenching tightly beneath his smooth skin. He jerked his head, swinging stray pieces of platinum hair out of his crystal eyes and his predictable sneer was present on his lips.
Hermione slipped past him, easily going unnoticed and although Jenn attempted to do the same, he shifted his body to stand directly in front of her, their bodies colliding for the briefest moment. Jenn gritted her straight white teeth, shoving her body away from his and met his hateful stare with one of her own.
"Move, Malfoy," she said through her teeth.
"Now, now Rivers, is that anyway to speak to your superiors?" he mocked, and Jenn couldn't help but be impressed by how deep his arrogant voice had become over the past few months.
"Come on, Malfoy, school hasn't even started yet," Hermione groaned from behind him.
His eyes did not stray from Jenn's when Hermione spoke, but he raised a thin pale hand to silence her. Her jaw dropped, evidently affronted by the dismissal, and she glared at the back of his blonde head before sending Jenn a pleading glance with her warm brown eyes.
"Come on, Rivers. Ask nicely," he smirked down at her.
"Get out of my way before I hex you to pieces, Malfoy," she growled with a sickly sweet smile stepping closer to him, the toes of her tattered sneakers centimeters away from the shiny toes of his polished black dress shoes.
"Always threatening, but never following through," he jeered raising an eyebrow at her.
"Oh, so I didn't turn you into a ferret last year, then?" she mocked, smirking wildly as his cheeks flushed angrily at the memory.
"I still owe you for that," he growled, cracking his knuckles menacingly, his cheeks having turned pink at the memory.
Jenn raised a dark thin eyebrow, silently daring him to hit her. As his large hands roughly shoved her shoulders, her fingers instinctively grasped her wand and she found herself aiming it at his pointed nose. Without a word, the tip of his fair nose singed black and he brought his hand to his face in pain and surprise. He pulled it away, checking his palm for crimson blood which he did not find, however Jenn smiled in satisfaction at the smoky imperfection on his once flawless face.
"That's it," he snarled, ripping his wand from the back pocket of his charcoal slacks.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you, Malfoy."
Draco whipped around violently and Jenn's eyes danced past him, a soft smile forming on her glossy lips. Harry Potter's famous emerald eyes narrowed behind his round glasses while he held his own wand pointed at Malfoy. Draco glanced between the two green-eyed Gryffindors, realizing he was undoubtedly outnumbered, before replacing his wand inside his pocket once more. Jenn followed suit, tucking her long wand inside her own pocket, watching the Slytherin snake step closer to Harry.
"Well if it isn't the Boy Who Lies, himself," he taunted. "I'm surprised they're still letting you walk around free, Potter."
"Shut it, Mafloy," Jenn growled coming to Harry's defense as Hermione, with unexpected strength, clutched Harry's biceps as he went to lunge at the blonde.
"Complete nutter," Draco spat, sneering down at Harry before turning his attention back to Jenn.
"This isn't over, Rivers," he threatened, bending down dangerously close to her face, before shoving past her, returning to his compartment.
His crisp scent lingered on Jenn, tangling its freshly cleaned laundry smell in her hair, latching onto her clothing, forcing its way into her memory. She rolled her eyes and smiled thankfully at Harry. He smiled back at her and ruffled his unruly hair with his fingers.
"Thanks, Harry," she said hugging him tightly, and he allowed his body to relax in her arms. "But I could've handled him myself, you know."
She inhaled Harry's scent then, the familiar earthy musk she had grown accustomed to. She was surprised when she didn't find his aroma quite as enticing as Draco's had been, the cool mint smell of his breath as he had spoken so close to her face. She shook her head to herself and pulled away from Harry's embrace slowly.
"Yeah but you'd have gotten yourself expelled," he joked, loosening his grip on her narrow waist.
"No sooner than you, tough guy," she teased, tousling his black hair with her fingertips.
"Come on, Ron's probably wondering where we are," Hermione said, walking ahead of Jenn and Harry to their compartment.
Jenn followed behind her, walking in time with Harry, their bare arms brushing against each other every now and then. Her cheeks flushed pink and she forced back the giddy smile that was pushing its way on to her plump lips.
"Unbelievable," Hermione muttered as she entered the compartment. "Git didn't even notice we were gone."
Entering behind her, Jenn laughed quietly as Ron's loud snores filled her ears. The ginger lay sprawled across one side of the compartment and, even with his long legs scrunched up to his broad chest, there was not a visible spot of cushion.
"I'll wake him up," Jenn volunteered, her infamous devious smirk present.
"No, leave him," Harry protested, sitting on the seat across from his sleeping friend. "We'll make it work."
Hermione quickly plopped down in the space beside him and Harry held his arms open for Jenn. She gracefully sat down on his lap, hoping not to crush him, and she could feel the flames biting at her round cheeks. She ignored Hermione's knowing smirk as she nearly grinned from beside the pair, her eyebrows raised high on her forehead, and focused, instead, on the intricate designs Harry was absentmindedly tracing on the exposed bronze skin of her silky smooth thigh.
"So, Jenn," Harry spoke up, "how was your summer?"
"It was wonderful," she said after subtly clearing my throat. "We spent most of it in Barbados. We only got a home two days ago."
"Wicked. What was it like?" he asked, and Jenn couldn't help but smile at the curiosity glistening in his eyes.
"It was absolutely beautiful," she gushed, diving into the story of her sun-filled vacation.
"What about you, Harry," she asked carefully once she was done. "How was your summer?"
"It was…okay," he said, his eyes growing distant.
"Hermione told me about the Dementor attack," Jenn said softly. "Fudge was being absolutely ridiculous, trying to expel you for that."
"He's in denial," Hermione said angrily.
"Daft is more like it," Harry muttered.
"Most people are. In denial, I mean," Jennelle said sadly. "Fear can do that to some people."
"I just don't see why anyone would think that I'd be pathetic enough to lie about Voldemort returning. I know what I saw last year. I watched Cedric be killed. I'm not making it up," he said desperately.
Jenn's eyes filled with tears in an instant and she ducked her head until her chin reached her chest. She ran her fingers hastily beneath her eyes, trying desperately to catch her fallen tears before they could stain her cheeks.
"I'm sorry, Jenn," he mumbled shamefully while she shook her head.
"It's fine. I'm fine," she insisted.
He watched her carefully, a wave of guilt sweeping over him as he watched her tears fall from her beautiful green eyes. When she finally lifted her head and brushed her silky hair from her reddened eyes, she flashed a soft, reassuring smile Harry's way and cleared her throat.
"I believe you, Harry, you know that. And everyone else will eventually, and they'll feel extremely dim for not believing you from the start," Jenn said.
"Thanks," Harry said softly as he nuzzled his nose into the crook of her neck.
She giggled quietly and stroked Harry's soft untidy locks until she dozed off against his shoulder.
Before long, Jenn found herself being tugged from Harry's lap and ushered to the changing rooms. She entered the stall beside Hermione's and began stripping down to her lacy black underwear. The cool chill in the air brought goose-bumps to her bare flesh as she began tugging her pleated skirt over her curvy hips.
"So when do you plan on telling Harry you fancy him?" Hermione asked casually.
Jenn faltered for a moment, fumbling with the buttons of her pristine white school shirt. She cleared her throat and took a deep breath.
"What are you on about?" she asked, playing dumb as she loosely fastened her gold and scarlet tie around her throat.
"Don't even try that with me, Jenn. I know you better than I know myself," Hermione said smartly. "I saw the way you looked at him, and blushed when he took you on his lap."
"That was nothing," Jenn argued, her voice raising an entire octave.
"Your voice always gets high when you're lying, Jenn," she remarked.
"It does not!" Jenn said, cringing when she realized she had done it again.
"Right," she laughed loudly, and Jenn heard Hermione noisily leaving her stall.
She finished up quickly and met Hermione by the sinks, washing her hands under cool water.
"So when are you going to tell him?" Hermione persisted.
"I don't know, Hermione," Jenn mumbled, running her thin pinky beneath her eye, ridding it of any stray eyeliner. "I don't want to mess anything up."
"I'm sure he feels the same way," Hermione encouraged.
"Has he told you so?" Jennelle asked evenly.
"Well, not exactly but…"
"Then you can't be sure, Hermione," Jenn said, drying her hands with a handful of paper towel.
"Why not just take a chance?" Hermione asked, crossing her arms over her chest.
"And ruin our entire friendship? I'd rather not," Jenn muttered. "I don't know what I'd do if that ever happened. Besides, he's been obsessed over Chang since last year, who knows if he's even over that yet."
As the girls grabbed their belongings and made their way out of the changing rooms, Jenn could've sworn she heard an evil voice whisper, "Brilliant."
Jenn and Hermione strolled slightly ahead of Harry and Ron as the quartet approached the carriages that would transport them to the castle. Jenn followed Hermione into the carriage and sat beside a fourth year Ravenclaw, Luna, commonly known as Loony, Lovegood. Jenn smiled sweetly at the younger blonde girl and waved to their friend, Neville Longbottom who was seated on Luna's other side.
"What is that?" Harry asked in shock. "Pulling the carriages?"
Jenn and Hermione followed his gaze before looking back at his stunned face.
"They're pulling themselves like they always do," Hermione said cautiously while Ron urged Harry to climb into the cart.
"You're not going mad," Luna's soft airy voice said. "I can see them, too."
Jenn and Ron exchanged a glance as if to say, "That's comforting." And the carriage began rolling forward carrying the group of six to the castle they all called home. The late summer night air was chilly and, even beneath her school robes, Jenn's body shivered slightly. Moved with a sudden chill, her foot collided with the toe of someone's black shoe.
"Sorry," she mumbled meeting those emerald eyes.
"No problem," Harry smiled though he seemed a bit preoccupied.
Through the welcoming feast, conversation was sparse as every member of Gryffindor devoured their meal. Jenn sat beside Harry, across from Ron and Hermione, and even she found she was unable to ignore the cold glares and nasty daggers being sent their way. On Harry's left side, beyond a huge gap of emptiness, Seamus Finnegan seethed every time he glanced at the Boy Who Lived. Jenn could see that Harry was fully aware of the icy stares he was receiving from the countless students in the Great Hall and, although he sort of expected it, he did not anticipate it being this severe.
"Just ignore them, Harry," Jenn whispered. "They'll come around."
He only nodded dismally and continued to play with the food on his plate. Jenn frowned and the rest of the hall fell silent as Dumbledore rose to the podium to speak. He briefly mentioned a change in staff regarding Hagrid being on leave, causing a soft whisper to arise amongst the Gryffindor table. He went on to introduce the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, Dolores Umbridge.
Clad in all pink, a stout toad-like woman interrupted Dumbledore's speech and took his spot at the podium. Jenn, along with Hermione and the few other students who realized her purpose, glared at the woman the Ministry had obviously sent to Hogwarts to keep an eye on Professor Dumbledore while she spoke about the things she expected would change at school with her presence. Finally, the headmaster resumed his rightful spot at the pedestal and dismissed his students to their common rooms.
"What do you suppose this means?" Ron asked, referring to the change in staff.
Jenn grumbled and fell back to walk beside Harry.
"It means the Ministry is interfering at Hogwarts," Hermione stated bitterly.
The foursome strolled through the portrait of the Fat Lady catching several glances as they turned to look at Harry once again.
"Seamus. Dean," Harry greeted out of sheer politeness. "Good holiday?"
"Alright," Dean answered, sending a wary look at Seamus. "Better than Seamus's anyway."
Jenn leaned her weight on the back of one of the numerous scarlet couches between the identical redheads she had grown to like very much. George slung his arm lazily over Jenn's shoulders while Fred's slithered to wrap securely around her waist. She smiled warmly at them and waved to their little sister, Ginny, before returning her attention the bickering boys before her.
"Me mum didn't want me to come back this year," Seamus said, rising to his feet.
"Why not?" Harry asked already knowing the answer.
"Let me see, because of you," Seamus said angrily. "The Daily Prophet's been sayin' a lot of things about you, Harry. And Dumbledore, as well."
"And your mum believes them?" Harry asked incredulously.
"Well, nobody was there the night Cedric died," Seamus said matter-of-factly.
"Maybe you should read the Daily Prophet like your stupid mother. They'll tell you all you need to know," Harry shouted.
"Don't you talk about me mother like that!" Seamus shouted, balling his chubby hands into fists at his sides.
"I'll have a go at anyone who calls me a liar," Harry shouted back.
Jenn rose from her spot between Fred and George Weasley and grasped Harry's forearm in her small hand.
"You believe this rubbish he's comin' out with about You-Know-Who?" Seamus asked surprised, his glare falling on the beautiful brunette.
"Yeah, I do," Ron answered while Jenn and a few other bold Gryffindors, mostly of Weasley descent, nodded vigorously. "Anyone else have a problem with Harry?"
When silence followed his question, Ron encouraged Harry to head upstairs to their dormitory. The Boy Who Lived tore his arm out of Jenn's gentle grip, and she jumped slightly at the sudden movement. Hermione talked quietly with Ginny and the Weasley twins, glancing at Jenn every now and then, wondering why she hadn't joined their conversation yet. The dark haired beauty glowered at Seamus, shaking her head slowly at him, her gaze slowly filling with more and more disgust.
"How could you possibly believe that prat, Jenn?" Seamus asked walking closer, turning his assault to her.
"He's not a prat and you know it, Seamus," Jenn defended heatedly.
"How can you blindly believe his words? Like I said, nobody was there the night Diggory died," Seamus argued, his cheeks reddening violently.
"And you all should be grateful for that," Jenn growled loudly so that every other nonbeliever could hear her as sparkling tears rimming her eyes. "We're all lucky we didn't have to witness what Harry did that night. To see a classmate, a friend, die right before your eyes. And then have no one believe you on top of it. I believe Harry because he's my friend. He's never once lied about anything. You lot just don't want to believe the truth because the truth is admittedly terrifying."
Seamus avoided her piercing green eyes as the tears threatened to overflow.
"Cedric was a good friend to me, as is Harry. And if Harry says Voldemort's back and took Cedric from this world, I'm going to take his word for it and be thankful that I didn't have to see the life leave his eyes," Jenn finished, angrily wiping the tears that defiantly fell from her eyes as she pushed past Seamus to leave the common room.
Jennelle stomped through the corridors, her tears drying into the smooth skin of her sun-kissed cheeks. She barreled down the several flights of stairs, her destination remaining unknown. Thankful to have stripped from her school robe, Jennelle was able to roll the thin white sleeves of her button-down to her elbows, willing the angry heat to leave her body. The hem of her skirt flared up, revealing the smooth skin just beneath her backside, as she stormed through the empty corridors, realizing curfew was swiftly approaching. She slowed down and paced in front of a large window, the light of the moon illuminating the barely lit hallway.
Jenn had tried her hardest this past summer to enjoy herself and forget the events that occurred at the end of her fourth year. She invested every ounce of energy she had inside of her towards being happy and moving forward with her life, as Cedric would wish for her to do. Jenn's friendship with Cedric Diggory went far deeper than friendly waves in the corridors and shy smiles across the Great Hall. Nobody ever knew, never even suspected, the relationship Jenn and Cedric had only a year ago. The late nights the pair had shared together roaming the castle, sneaking into deserted classrooms, lurking in the shadows well after curfew. No, not another living soul knew of those wonderful nights besides Jenn, now.
Jenn bit down on her bottom lip, her green eyes raised towards the brilliant white moon in the night sky. Though she and Cedric were never exclusive, a mutual decision they had made together, she had unknowingly given him a tiny fraction of her heart, a piece he seemingly took with him to the grave. She was not dim enough to claim she had ever loved the Hufflepuff, but she could not deny the twinge in her chest that would tug every time his full lips collided with hers, the same twinge she felt whenever she heard his name these days. They're meetings came to a halt when Cedric decided to go steady with a beautiful Ravenclaw, Cho Chang. Despite the fact that their interactions were sparse since then, Jenn was a complete mess when he died during the final task of the Tri-Wizard Tournament last year. As of late, Jenn had begun to blame her misery and grief on the lack of closure that followed Cedric's abrupt departure.
"Rivers."
She nearly leapt out of her flawless skin, torn from her thoughts, and her body tensed as she whipped around. Her long waves fanned out around her, swooping into her face as she came to a stop. She laid her hand over her heaving chest and leaned her weight against the cold stone windowsill. Her eyes narrowed at her pursuer and she puckered her lips together tightly. She recognized that cold voice and revolting sneer anywhere.
"What do you want, Malfoy," she rolled her eyes as he continued to approach her.
Finally reaching her, he smirked down at her, puffing his broad chest out proudly. Her eyes found the gleaming pin stuck to his heavy school robes, shining beneath the white light the moon had to offer.
"Prefect? You're a prefect?" she nearly snorted.
"Something funny, Rivers?" he snarled, stepping the slightest bit closer to her.
"Someone must have had a bit too much firewhiskey when they decided to bestow that responsibility on such a senseless prat like you," she laughed at her own joke.
"Like it or not, I have authority over every student in this school," he smirked wickedly. "That includes you, Rivers."
She glared up at him, unafraid by his threat. Her sculpted eyebrow rose on her forehead, a sarcastic smirk creeping on to her lips.
"So you think a shiny badge is going to make me tremble in my trainers?" she coughed a loud laugh. "Dream on, Malfoy."
He sneered down at her, pieces of his platinum hair tangling themselves in his pale eyelashes as the crystal pools subtly scanned her figure, realizing she was, in fact, wearing her usual tattered trainers on her small feet. The smooth skin of her slender legs glowed beneath the moonlight, her toned arms crisscrossed over her swollen chest. Jenn's emerald eyes sparkled as she stared up into his eyes provokingly.
"On second thought," she drew his attention again, "leave me out of your dreams."
"Were you crying?" he asked suddenly, his tone one of surprise as he scanned the grayish tracks drying along her rosy face.
Jenn stared at him in confusion before hastily running the back of her hands over her cheeks in a desperate attempt to rid them of any traces of tears, her confidence abruptly evaporating. Her cheeks reddened beneath his penetrating, mocking gaze as he purposely failed to stifle a laugh. She was furious with herself for letting him see even a whisper of weakness from her and her fingers balled into fists at her sides.
"What are you crying about, Rivers? Realizing just how pathetic your family is? Finally seeing your father for the disgraceful git that he is? Tainting a perfectly noble pureblood name by mating with that useless muggle," Malfoy spat. "For that, you should cry, Rivers."
"You know what, Malfoy?" Jenn rumbled, stalking towards him, stopping dangerously close. "We have a completely different idea of what disgraces the name of wizard. My father married for love, which is more than I can say for your wretched parents. My parents have the capability to remain in each other's company for more than an hour without muttering one hateful word at one another. So before you go running your tongue about my family, why don't you take a look at your own, you sad, pathetic little boy."
"How dare you," Malfoy growled, gritting his teeth, his fingers clutching her biceps painfully.
"How dare you," Jenn screeched. "Get your filthy hands off me!"
"So if you're not crying about your pitiful family, what is it, Rivers?" he persisted, pressing her body against the stones with breathtaking force. "Are you finally realizing that Diggory's dead because he was pathetic and weak?"
"Shut up!" Jenn screamed, wrenching her arms from his grasp.
She shoved her palms against his broad chest and pushed with all her might, sending him flying across the corridor. Draco's back slammed into the stones behind him and Jenn sauntered closer to him, rage filling her darkened eyes. She arched her neck and spat her saliva into his face, watching him grimace and wipe the warm liquid from his cheek with the sleeve of his robes.
"Don't you dare speak his name," she warned, a tone so venomous Draco never expected such a sound to come from her pretty lips.
She drew her arm back and launched her fist into his face, only feeling a tiny bit better as he winced and toppled into the wall behind him. With that, Jennelle whirled away from Draco and stomped upstairs to her common room, leaving the Slytherin Prince staring after her from the marble floor in complete and utter bewilderment.