IMPOSSIBLE
Chapter Two
Lost in the Truth
"It's not possible, it's not possible, it's not possible!" I scream at myself, pacing the dormitory. "It can't be true! It just can't!"
"What's not true?" said Crabbe, walking into the dormitory, closely followed by Goyle.
"Nothing, Crabbe, get your fat butt out of my business!"
"But you said 'It can't be true, it just can't'."
"I told you to keep out of my business!" I cried. Crabbe and Goyle nodded dumbly and retreated back out of the dormitory, probably off to the kitchens to get more food, like they're not fat enough already. I flopped onto my bed, feeling quite girly as I did so, then again, I am a bloody homosexual! No, Draco. You're overreacting. You're not gay! You can't be! Damn, damn, damn it! I HATE LIFE! WHY WON'T THIS BED JUST EFFING SWALLOW ME UP ALREADY!?
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"Mr Malfoy?" came Snape's obnoxious voice from the front of the classroom. How he was ever my favourite professor, I don't know.
"Yes!?" I say in my snottiest, I'm the king of the world voice.
"Perhaps in your other classes you are free to daydream, but in my classroom I expect you to listen. Defence Against The Dark Arts is not time to ponder your," he smirked. Shit, the stupid Legimens. "Personal life." I want to jinx, no CURSE, that stupid smirk off his stupid face.
"Besides, it will help you in your years to come. Now get going, all of you, and remember I want 3 feet on Inferi, Ghosts, Vampires, and other un-dead creatures." I quickly jump up from my seat and start shoving my things into my bag. Stupid wanker.
"Dracykins? Are you alright?"
"Eff off, Parkinson!" She looks downright offended, then tears start to trickle out of her eyes.
"Well!" she cried. "Well, just leave me alone! I don't want to talk to you ever again!"
"Good." I murmur. She gives me one last angry look then bursts into loud, angry tears and runs away, receiving many startled or humoured looks from the other occupants of the crowded corridor.
"I'm starved!" came the all-too-familiar voice of Ron Weasley. I didn't even want to make a comment about him being a fat pig, I was in such a state. "Oh no!" he suddenly cried. I couldn't help but look up. He was staring at me. Hermione Granger and Harry Potter were looking rapidly from him to me.
"What's the matter, Ron?" said Harry.
"He ruined my appetite!" Granger rolled her eyes and Potter smiled.
"Yeah, let's get going," he said, grabbing the Weaslebee by the arm and trying to drag him away. I desperately tried to think of a snappy retort, but my mind was focused only focused on Edward and my current … situation.
"Notice the way Potter grabs Weasley," I said, loud enough for them to hear. "I wouldn't be surprised if we found out they were dating!" The Trio turned and glared at me; I smirked.
A/N: ok, this chapter was short, and highly uneventful, but try not to throw bowling balls at me for being a flat-out assface, please.
