"Hey, Squib!"

Cora turned to see who had called to her, "What did you say?"

"That's what you are, aren't you? A worthless Squib?"

Malfoy. She should've known. No one else even had the heart to call her that to her face. His smirk could've broken a mirror. She crossed her arms defiantly.

Cora was in Ravenclaw because of her intelligence. Not that she didn't have any other qualities that would fit into other houses, but Ravenclaw was the closest to her match. She didn't look as smart as she was. Her wavy blonde hair fell just passed her shoulders, bouncing slightly has she walked. Her gray eyes showed more emotion than any other part of her face. When she was mad they were a piercing silver. When she was happy they were more of a dark steel, and so on. Her body was at least two years more mature than her age. She often got unwanted attention because of it, but loved the fact that she at least looked good. Her friends were not all from Ravenclaw. She had some friends in Gryffindor and a couple acquaintances in Hufflepuff. Her good points were that she was friendly, kind, fun, and very spontaneous. The bad sides? She usually acted before thinking things out and then regretted it later.

"And how is that even different from a Pure-blood, besides the fact that your parents are wizards? Unless, of course, you didn't think that far because you're too busy trying to come up with lame insults that have no hilarity to them?" Cora smiled as her friends chuckled. Of course, what she said wasn't funny…it was the fact that Draco Malfoy had no idea what the hell that meant.

"It's not exactly impressive to stand up to me, you know. The others all got beaten half to death," He sneered. His posse laughed evilly.

"Ironically, it's not exactly impressive to beat someone half to death either!" One of Cora's friends said from behind her.

Malfoy turned back to his group of followers and snickered, "Watch the master."
He turned back and pulled out his wand. The group of girls behind Cora gasped quietly as she pulled her wand out as well.

"I seem to recall your charms aren't as perfected as you say they are. Do you think it's wise to get into a duel with a Ravenclaw?" Cora took a step forward, twirling her wand between her fingers.

"Don't you think it'd be wise to lose a few pounds?" Draco muttered. Cora's mouth dropped and she looked down at herself. She wasn't fat at all, and no one had ever said anything like that. At one point she even made herself gain weight, because she felt she was too thin.

"You lie!" Her voice was more intense now that it was personal. At the start she just wanted to protect the name of Squibs…but now this was mainly about her.

Before she could raise her wand, Malfoy said something that couldn't be heard over the insults people from both groups were shouting each other. Cora suddenly felt something cold wrapped around her waist. Someone screamed. She looked down and freaked out. A black snake with white eyes was slithering around her body. Snakes were Cora's worst fear.

Draco laughed as she struggled to get the creature off without picking it up. After a few minutes, one of her friends pulled it off and threw it into the grass. It hissed and slithered in the opposite direction. Cora was furious now. Her gray eyes were cold and piercing.

"What's wrong?" Draco put a pouty face on sarcastically. With one flick of her wand and no words spoken, Draco was standing in his boxers (which, by the way, were lime green and silky)

"How does that feel?" Cora sarcastically pouted back and lowered her wand. Draco pulled up his pants and held his robes closed in case she tried it again.

"You aren't just a Squib…you're a bitch!" He dropped his wand and ran at her, driving his fist onto her right eye. Both groups backed off and watched intently. Cora put a hand to her eye. It was sore. No blood, though.

"Real mature, dumbass," She glared. There were a couple seconds of silence before she rolled her eyes, "Oh, screw it," she told herself before running at him. Her fist flew at his nose. He pulled his head back just enough so that no injuries occurred, just a bloody nose.

"Give it up!" Draco jumped at the girl and started pounding her face with his fist. She struggled and pushed him to the side, giving her a chance to throw some punches in. The group of Ravenclaw girls watched, stunned that Cora would get into a fight, while the Slytherin group cheered Draco on.

Neither one had a chance to punch the other for quite some time. They were to occupied with trying to gain control of the other person. They were equally strong, and about the same size. Cora threw some kicks in at one time, but unfortunately didn't hit the spot she was hoping for.

After minutes of useless rolling around, Draco came out on top. He threw punches like mad. One straight to her teeth. There was a small cracking sound in her mouth. She felt blood, and lots of it. That was it, she needed revenge.

More wrestling for punches began. And at one point, some Slytherins left because of the length of the fight. Draco strained his muscles to come out on top. He pushed her onto the ground harshly. Cora grunted as her head hit a rock. A bit of blood trickled down her chin.

For a brief moment, the sun hit Draco's hair like he was some sort of God. The instant was gone when Cora felt lips on hers and a tongue shoved into her mouth. It didn't seem possible, but it was true. It was Draco's tongue. It was a kiss. The sound around her was muffled and warped as she kissed him back. Cora closed her eyes and put a hand on his arm.

Reality. She snapped back into what was actually happening after what she hoped was only a couple seconds. Pushing him away, her eyes widened. When she looked around, everyone else's eyes were wide as well.

Draco spat a load of blood out of his mouth and raised his eyebrows, "I hate the taste of blood."

Cora smacked him across the face and kneeled beside him. She took his hands and spat a mouthful blood on his palms, then rubbed them together.

"My blood is on your hands, jerk!" she stood and held her hands out, indicating to the crowds to let her by. They parted like the red sea. She walked quickly, she wanted to get out of there. Tears were on the verge of streaming down her face and she had no idea why. She had no idea why he'd kissed her and why she'd actually enjoyed it. She spit a tooth out into her hand and studied it as she made her way to Madam Pomfrey.

Draco looked at his hands in disgust and disappointment. He had lost a fight and a girl.