Cowboy Casanova
He leaned there, so smug and haughtily, his blue eyes glittering brightly against his dark lashes. I could get sucked into those icy eyes. He was a smooth talker, a silver tongued snake that knew your every weakness. A man who promised to sweep you off your feet and give you the world if you wanted it. This man is like a disease. He sucks the life out of woman and then leaves them, high and dry like an unpaid whore. Woman feared and desired him. Men envied and admired him.
Even in the confined halls of Hogwarts, his antics were known by all. The teachers even knew what Malfoy did. I merely stood by and watched as many of my friends from all houses were taken down by this snake. He smoothed them over with a pretty jewel, then he wowed them with a romantic dinner on the roof top of the castle underneath the stars, and then he opened up a little of himself to the girls. In two days flat, he could win a girl over and get her on her back.
I huffed as I strode down the corridor, through the entrance hall and out the large double doors that led to the grounds. As I walked, I watched as Malfoy once again was playing his tricks with a sweet first year Hufflepuff. I 'tsked' softly under my breathe and kept walking. It wasn't like the poor girl didn't know what was coming, because she did. Every girl knew what they were getting into when Draco Malfoy asked to speak with you, or started to talk to you out of the blue one day. You just didn't want to turn him down.
I walked down the ivory colored stone steps and onto the lush green of the grounds. I slipped off my white flats and let my feet touch the soft thick grass. I walked across the grass barefoot to the large tree beside the lake and sat down there, my bag in a knot formed by the tree next to me. My white sun dress flared out and covered my legs as I sat and began to read in the safety of the willow tree.
It was summer break and whilst everyone was at home a select few of the students, roughly a few hundred, were allowed to stay at homework for extra academic opportunities. Obviously I chose to stay. Not because I wanted to learn more, which I did, but because my mother and father were getting a divorce. I couldn't stand the arguments and the fighting and the decision of who's house I will be living at. Muggles and their divorces processes were no better than wizard's divorce processes.
"Granger, how are you?" The voice brought me out of my thoughts and I looked up to see good old Casanova himself. I groaned my insides felt like they were slowly shriveling up and dying. I glared up at him and then stared deliberately back at my book.
"Malfoy, leave me alone. Go play with that Hufflepuff," I said hoping to jog his memory about the first year he was speaking with in the halls. He shrugged and sat down in the grass beside me, his blue eyes staring into mine.
"She's not as interesting as you." I gagged. Stupid little lines didn't work on me. I am sensible, the very definition of fuck the hell off. I didn't fall for anything. I knew every line and every word that he spoke.
"What's next, that my eyes are too beautiful for words and my body is a wonderland? Really Malfoy, get over yourself. You are just a low down, dusty old, American cowboy. A stupid man who drinks, swears, and is a womanizing whore. So just walk away Mr. Cowboy Casanova. Your lines don't work on me."