I yelled and now I'm alone. I'm breaking down. I'm confused. Why is there silence? I prefer the yelling and screaming. I hear the door slam. Is he back? It's just the wind. I scream his name through my tears. He's not back. The car is gone. Why is the car gone? I slam my fist on the floor, my skin cracks and blood drips on the floor. I'm on my knees. I'm crying again. I rub my cheeks, mixing blood with tears. I hit the door making it crack and splinters drive into my hand. I rub my hand till the splinters come out. The tips are red with my blood. Or is it his? I don't understand. Why is he not back yet? I hear the screech of tires. The door slams open and he storms in. He grabs my chin and I stand weakly. He crashes his lips down on mine roughly, slamming my back against the wall. I walk us forwards and slam him up against the door, making the crack bigger. He bits down on my lip, drawing beads of blood. He sucks them off. He slams me up against the wall and rips my skirt off. I grab his shirt and pull it off him. He bites my neck. I dig my nails in his back, drawing blood. I grab him by the hair and bring his head back from my neck. I bite his lip making tears form in his eyes. He pulls me down to the floor, rolling on top of me. He pulls my shirt off over my head and pulls my underwear off throwing them both over his shoulder. Neither of us pay attention to where they land. He captures my lips again biting down on them till he gets blood. Later we both lay side by side on the floor watching the fan go round. "I hate you Malfoy." "I hate you too Granger."
"Malfoy! You threw my fucking underwear on the fucking fan! I'll fucking skin you alive!" And it starts again.
THE END.
I hope you like this. I wrote this while I waiting for my TV show to start. I was pissed off at my friend so I wrote this. Please R&R!