Stuck On You
Chapter Three
Draco
I hear Charna's footsteps stomp along the corridor and fade away. I ignore the twisting and aching in my chest and confidently make my way back to the common room. To be completely honest, I have absolutely no idea why I did that. I guess I just hated the idea of her thinking she could just win me back like that. No. If she really wants me, she's going to have to work. If she really likes me, she won't give up. If she really feels for me, she won't let Bulstrode win. If she's a real Slytherin, she'll do whatever it takes to get me back. So you see, I'm just testing her really. Although, I'm a bit scared now. I've made her pissed off and that's not really a good thing.
Wait. Am I saying that I would go back to her? No, of course not. I wouldn't. I broke it off. I don't like her at all. She just happens to be a fit ex that still wants me. I don't care… Right? I shake my head and say the password to the massive stone python that guards the Slytherin dorms. It hisses at me and opens. I glare at it. I hate that thing. I think it hisses lossssser at me every time it sees me. Charna is back on the couch with a murderous look on her face. Parkinson and Greengrass are glaring at me venomously.
Keep calm, Draco. Just walk past them. Don't make eye contact. I see Pansy slamming her fist into the palm of her other hand, her eyes narrowed and flashing, dangerously. I don't bother to keep up the Malfoy mask, I bolt to the boys dorm and lightning speed. I slam the door behind me and breathe a sigh of relief. None of the seventh years are in, so the vast dorm is completely empty and I'm on my own. I walk over to my bed and fall onto it, my mind still on Charna. I can't understand why I can't stop thinking about her. Blaise and Theo think I'm completely demented for preferring Millicent over her. I don't though. Yes, I do. No, I don't. Oh, whatever. This is so confusing.
I close my eyes and drift into an uneasy doze.
A few days later, I'm watching Charna carefully out of the corner of my eye. She's snapping at Weasel for transfiguring her quill into a frog instead of his own. She hasn't so much as glanced at me over the past few days and it's bothering me. I'm not entirely sure why but, it is. Maybe she's given up on me.
"Oh, shove it, Redwood. Why don't you and Malfoy go snog in a corner somewhere?" Weasley spits.
Charna freezes and her eyes flicker towards me, briefly. "I don't know. Why don't you ask the ferret himself?" Charna says, evenly. I. AM. NOT. A. FERRET! Potter raises an eyebrow and Weasley gapes at her.
"I am not a ferret," I snap.
"Then stop acting like one," She snaps back.
"I'm not acting like a bloody ferret. If I was acting like a bloody ferret, I would be scurrying across the ground. I'm not am I? Therefore, your comeback was bloody useless," I say, thoroughly pleased with myself for bursting her bubble.
Charna gives me a pitying look. "You just keep telling yourself that, Draco."
Why does she make my name sound so unique when she says it? "Malfoy, to you."
I see a brief flash of annoyance in Charna's eyes, before she turns back to her quill. I watch her for a few minutes. Her long hair is swept up into a sleek, low ponytail and her green eyes shining. She keeps waving her wand at her quill, but it doesn't transfigure. Charna huffs loudly and stamps her foot. She looks like a three year old having a tantrum. After watching her struggle, for another few minutes, I stand up and place myself behind her. I cover her hand with mine and lean on the desk with the other. I put my face on her shoulder and move her wrist lightly. Sparks shoot from the end of her wand and a large frog takes the place of the quill.
"Your wrist movement was wrong," I say, into her ear.
I hear Charna's breathing hitch. She snatches her hand away from me and scowls. "Thanks," She mutters.
"Not a problem, Redwood." I step back and sit down again. "Some of us need all the help we can get."
I wink at Charna as she glares at me. "Tosser. It's Charna," She says, but there's a hint of…affection? Uh…okay.
Why does she sound affectionate? I cheated on her in fourth year and then I wasn't exactly nice to her yesterday either…
Girls are confusing.
"Draco!"
I glance over my shoulder and hastily quicken my pace. My name's called again, but I ignore it and keep walking, quickly. There are loud thumps coming from behind me so I assume I can't get away. A plump hand grabs my own and pulls me to a stop. I plaster a fake smile on my face and hope to Merlin it looks genuine.
"Millie!" I say, over enthusiastically.
The girl beams at me. "How was your day?"
What kind of a question is that? I had lessons, how do you think my day was?! "Uh…" I try to think of a suitable answer. "How was yours?" Good one, Draco.
"Wonderful, thank you. Guin and I had a free period. It was great," Bulstrode tells me, happily.
I glance at our clasped hands and wince, inwardly. If our hands look that bad together, I'd hate to know what all of our bodies looked like together. My other hand suddenly finds itself squashed between her podgy fingers. I shift uncomfortably and glare at passer-by's that stare at us in amazement. Merlin, someone save me.
"Draco, wait-"
I look to where the voice came from. Charna is standing at the end of the corridor with her jaw hanging open. Her eyes are fixed on my hands and Bulstrode's. She looks completely surprised and rather hurt. I've done it again. I've pissed off Charna Redwood. Only this time, I honestly didn't mean to. I snatch my hands away from Millicent and Charna's green eyes meet my own. I really don't know why I feel so bad. It's not like I'm dating Charna and it's not like I have to ask her permission to touch some other girl. The green eyes are glistening again. Not with anger or hurt. But… with tears.
Charna's face is set and she turns on her heel and starts walking away. Before I know what I'm doing, I'm calling her name. She turns around and glares at me.
"That's Redwood, to you," She sneers. "Ferret boy."
All right. Fine. If that's how you want it, that's how you're going to get it. I sneer at Charna before leaning down and placing a brief kiss on Millicent's cheek. I ignore her girlish giggle and focus on Charna, who looks livid. I can practically see the steam coming out of her ears. I smirk the Malfoy smirk and she glares at me again, so venomously I'm surprised I'm not dead. Bulstrode hurries off somewhere and I'm left with Charna. She strides over to me and gives me a hard slap on the cheek. I cover it with my hand and narrow my eyes at her.
"That hurt," I say, accusingly.
"Good. It was meant to," Charna snaps. "How dare you rub that in my face?"
"Rub what in your face?" I ask, slightly confused, still rubbing my cheek. That girl slaps hard, man.
"That…thing!" Well, Charna, dear. That helps greatly.
"Do you mean Millie?" I say, innocently.
Charna's eyes turn to slits and I instantly regret my jibe. She pulls her fist back, threateningly. "Do not mock me, Draco Malfoy," She says, her voice cold and angry.
"Or what, Redwood?" Stop now, Draco. "What are you going to do to me? Push me against a wall and run your hands through my hair? Or maybe just smell me?" WHICH PART OF STOP DID YOU NOT UNDERSTAND YOU DAMN BRAIN?!
Charna's angry face now has a slight murderous look to it. "Maybe I'll push you against a wall and knee you where the capital of Thailand is."
Okay. That stumped me. What in Merlin's name has Thailand got to do with anything? "What are you talking about?" I ask, utterly confused.
Charna looks pityingly at me. She pats my cheek. "Think, babe."
I feel a surge of warmth course through me at her words, but it's soon replaced by frustration. "The capital of Thailand is Bangcoque. I don't see what-" I stop. Oh. "Uh…you're joking right?"
Charna places her hands on each of my shoulders. "Let's not find out the answer to that question." I open my mouth, but Charna's pale hand covers it and my insult comes out muffled. "Now, now, Draco. No need to get so…" She leans forward. "Het up." Her warm breath tickles my lips. I am so tempted to spit on her hand, but she probably wouldn't mind that. She pushes me away, gently. "Off you go."
I narrow my eyes at her. "Cow."
She waves a hand, impassively. "Millie must be waiting somewhere, Draco," She says, innocently.
"Malfoy, to you," I snap and turn on my heel and start walking away.
"Merlin, you're so damn hot…"
Keep. Walking.
A/N: I'm not entirely sure if I spelt Bangcoque right… Well, we all get what I mean, right? xD A friend of mine (A.Fan to be precise) told me that a few years ago and it cracked me up. :p I hope you all liked it. Please leave an ickle review. D