So this is a story I wrote for one of my BFFs because she is a massive potterhead (like myself!) and is in love with Draco Malfoy and all his sexiness ;) It's quite trashy and a little older than what I'm used to writing but I hope you enjoy it. Constructive criticism is much appreciated - please follow, favourite and review - I do not own Harry Potter (obvs) but please enjoy xx :)
Chapter One
What's she doing here at this time of night, gliding along the corridors, like some kind of ghost with all the fucking time in the world? Doesn't she realise it's a school night (well, morning now) and there are teachers about. Surely Corner taught her something. He is a Ravenclaw. So is her friend Hannah. She's a real pain, that one. All she ever does is check her reflection and reapply her makeup and trade mascaras and nail polishes and all that crap with Skye and all their other annoying friends.
But they're only the beginning. Her annoying friends and her embarrassment of a boyfriend are nothing compared to her. Skye Brogan. Her name even gives me shivers.
I really don't know what to make of that girl. I hated her for the first year of knowing her. I hated her so much that the thought of her boiled fury in the pit of my stomach and made my head pound. Harry Potter was probably the only person alive who I hated more than Brogan. But then it all changed. One day I was in a massive fight with her and the next I was so... I don't know. My feelings were kind of messed up for all of third year. I liked her in this weird way. I got shivers when she brushed past me and when she looked at me I could feel myself getting nervous. Luckily, I've learned to control that.
Don't get me wrong, I still hate that bitch. I hate that even though she's a blood-traitor and believes in all this "school pride" and "house unity" crap she still manages to be friends with everyone. Everyone in Hogwarts likes her. She's kind and modest and sweet towards everyone! Well, except Pansy.
And me, I guess.
She hates me more than ever since last year. You know what I did? I stupidly asked her to go to the Yule Ball with me.
How idiotic am I?
But she said yes. That was shocking. She said yes. To me.
Looking back on it, she probably only said yes because she was in third year and if she wasn't invited by someone in fourth year or above then she wouldn't have been able to go and nobody wanted to miss the Yule Ball. Well, nobody but Potter.
Anyway.
We were arguing about Quidditch and it sort of came out. I'd recently been teased for not having a date yet and I just said to her, "why do you hate me?" And she said, "Why do you hate me?" And I just stared down at her. At her soft blonde hair and delicate skin and realised how little space was between us and I said it. Barely whispered it but she heard loud and clear and stepped about a foot away from me in surprise. I turned to walk away when she said yes. Just "yes".
That's not why she hates me so much. We actually got on for the beginning of the evening but no, Pansy Parkinson had to ruin everything. If it wasn't for her then Skye would be gliding down the corridor with me at 2 a.m.
So, we were dancing. Not just us two, we were in a group, and Skye went to get a drink but told me she'd be back in a second. The Weird Sisters had just been playing a personal favourite of mine and from what I saw, Skye's friends were giggling about the lead singer.
So yeah, that song finished and a slow one began and me, Crabbe and Goyle were about to sit down when Pansy asks me to dance with her. Did she not realise I had a date? So not only did she dance way to close to my body, she also kept telling me not to worry and saying things like, "don't you realise Skye only said yes so she could come to the ball?" And "you really think she likes you? Seriously?" And "you hate her, Draco; I thought you asked her for a joke." And then she snogged me. Right there. Just as Skye got back. Pansy looked at Skye and laughed and then Skye laughed also. I thought there was a second of sadness in her eyes but maybe that was imagination. And so not to look even more foolish, I laughed too and kissed Pansy on the neck.
That was the end of me and Skye. Not that I care. She went off with Michael Corner that very evening and they've been together ever since. It didn't hurt me because I knew it was my fault. If I had tried to win Skye back-
No. She never even liked me. There was no relationship to win back. I keep forgetting.
I still don't like her. I hate her sometimes because she knows just how to wind me up but I know she hates me more for playing her like that. But she played me back. Bitch.
"Move." Says a harsh whisper. I open my eyes to see none other than Skye herself. Even tired, she still looks beautiful. Shut up, Draco.
"Excuse me?" I snarl.
"I said, move!" She takes a step towards me. She may be smaller than me but it doesn't make her any less threatening. I don't like to admit it but when she gets all fierce on me she kind of makes me, I mean like, when she. Just. Well. Shut up, Draco.
"Maybe I don't want to..." I say simply.
Skye takes another step towards me and folds her arms across her chest. "Don't make me hex you."
"You know, Brogan," I begin, choosing my words very carefully, "considering how much you hate me, you seem to spend a lot of time very... err... close to me." I smirk, knowing that she's going to retaliate. I don't think I'll ever get over how cute she looks when she's mad. Merlin, Draco, shut up!
"What exactly are you talking about?" She says slightly shyly.
"What's this? A centre meter?" I say measuring the space between us with my fingers. I smirk again as I quickly wrap my arms around her small waist and lightly place my hands around her arse. She tries to grab at me and push me away but she doesn't scream for help. I admire her for that.
"Malfoy, you're a sick fucking-"
But I don't get to hear what I am. I'm already lifting her and pushing her up against the wall with my body pressing against her. After a bit of struggling she realises I'm not doing anything, just watching her with a grin on my face as she tries to free herself from my tight grasp.
"-bastard." She hisses, "That's what you fucking are."
"Language, Miss Brogan! We wouldn't want to be punished now, would we?"
She just stares at me. She knows I'm bigger than her, stronger, faster, more experienced; yet she doesn't give up. I admire her for that too. "Let go!" She whispers angrily.
"Only when you admit you want me."
"Oh perlease! You know, Malfoy, your ego is just... enormous!" She says.
"Yeah, well, that's not all either!" I lick my lips and lean into her as if I'm about to kiss her but suddenly let her down and take a step back instead, making her slightly confused but still angry.
I've actually never seen her this angry. Not only does she slap me but she grabs me by the collar and pushes me up against the wall, her hand at my throat. I kind of like.
"I'm carrying my wand." She whispers.
"I know," I whisper back. "Do you want to take mine too? It's in my trouser pocket so you might need to feel around for it"
I'm quite proud of myself now. I mean, I know she slapped me and hexed me twice after my last comment but still. I've got her right in the palm of my hands.