Prologue:
"What do you mean 'i'm not allowed to sit at Gryffindor table anymore?'" Kat asked her third year classmate, Celia.
"Hmm and I thought you were smart." the other girls around her broke out into raucous giggling. Kat controlled her flaring temper and walked down the table to get a different seat. Apparently, by every single available seat, one of Celia's cronies would already be there; making it impossible to find a seat. Most of the students were looking over at her to see what she would do.
She then sighed and moved over to the Ravenclaw table where her friend, Veniper scooted over for her to sit.
"Gryf, you can't sit here." a pompous looking boy who was sitting across from the table said to them.
"Oh sod off Michael!" Veniper sneered at the lanky, blonde boy. " Where else do you expect her to sit?"
"On my lap would be a fine option." a deep, low voice answered from behind her. Kat's eyes widened as she turned to look at who made the racy comment.
Veniper's voice broke in before Kat could say anything.
"like anybody would want to sit on your lap, McLaggen. Don't flatter yourself." she scoffed at the Slytherin brute know as Jett McLaggen.
"No one asked you mudblood." Jett sneered back at her. His friends seated around him guffawed. Kat looked at her friend's expression. Her face was filled with disgust and hatred.
"Gits." Veniper said, turning back around. A string of curse words followed surprising both Kat and Micheal.
"Ven I have never heard you curse like that. Wow." Michael said. Veniper's cheeks promptly flushed in embarrassment as Michael gaped at her. Kat grinned at the both of them before taking a short glance behind her at the Slytherins.
Jett was staring at her, and gave her a slight wink which no one else noticed. Kat could feel the heat rising to her cheeks and rapidly turned back around. Veniper and Michael were to busy arguing to notice her blush; luckily.
Kat pulled out a book to distract herself while she ate. Many people wondered why she was placed in Gryffindor since she had Ravenclaw smarts. She wished she was put into Ravenclaw though, since most Gryffindors were very hotheaded, stubborn and ignorant.
'Like Celia and her bitchy friends.' She thought gloomily, taking a bite of her shepherd's pie. Dinner was soon finished and the students were dismissed. Kat yawned while getting up from the table.
" Night' Ven." she said, picking up her book and bag. "Goodnight Kat." Ven replied, her and Michael going with their stream do blue and gold. Kat waited until the crowd lessened before making her way towards the exit.
She walked through the dark, chilly corridor, the last of the Gryffindors trailing in front of her.
She felt something swoosh past her and looked back, only to have a strong arm grab her into a tiny alcove in the wall. The other hand closed over her mouth, muffling her cry of surprise. She was pushed into a corner of the tiny space. She kicked at her captor's arms and forced her way past him, for no female had arms like that. He followed her out and pinned her to the wall.
She could see the features of Jett McLaggen in the pale moonlight streaming from the windows.
"You know," he stated huskily, his heated gaze piercing through her, "I meant what I said back there; I would love to have you on my lap, in both ways if you were wondering." he said bringing his face torturously close to hers, but then swiftly moving back and walking down the corridor leading to the Slytherin common room.
Kat slowly came to get senses and gasped in disgust at what he was implying when he said in 'both ways'. She shook her head and tried to stop the heat she was feeling in her neck rise to her cheeks. She walked away, hoping no one saw the exchange, before walking down the corridor leading to the Gryffindor tower.
Her hope had gone to waste though, for a certain potions master had saw the entire scene.