Draco didn't forget about how I had refrained him from attacking Potter on the train. All the rest of the week he was particularly rude, but I didn't care that much. It was not an unknown fact that we were generally very wary of each other's company. At times we enjoyed hanging out with each other, but those times were rare now. They weren't so rare when we were children, before we came to school and he became a total prat. I became a prat too I suppose, just not as extremely as he did. I was everything he was, simply toned down a couple of notches. Yes, that was a good way of putting it.
Everyone was quick to please the both of us, but it wasn't for us in particular. It was our last name that they worshipped. I knew that, but it didn't bother me. I was higher up on the food chain than they were, and that was that.
"Clair!"
I turned my head and saw Katrina Valentine making her way towards me. She was my best friend, and the envy of every girl in the school, including myself. Her wavy brown hair cascaded to the middle of her back, and she had the most beautiful brown eyes and an award winning smile. One thing I admired her for was her ability to get the attention of everyone and not be affected by it.
She'd been something my brother longed for but had never gotten. That was by my doing mostly. I told her all the things that I would never tell anyone else, about home and about Draco. She laughed with me and agreed that Draco was a disgusting horny pig, and vowed to stay as far away from him as possible. Thus making shagging her impossible, let alone snogging her. His biggest disappointment. I think he knew I was to blame too.
"Hey, how's the summer been?"
We swapped stories (and gossip) for quite some time. Draco told me to shut it before stalking off to the boys' dormitories.
"I could go make him feel better," Kate mused with a smirk on her face.
I gaped at her, "Kate- are you mad!"
She laughed so hard she doubled over, clutching her stomach.
"Oh Clair, you should've seen your face! I was joking."
I felt my mouth form an 'o' shape, and sat there. I couldn't believe she'd make a joke like that. I thought I was going to throw up on the spot. My desire to be in the common room diminished, and I politely excused myself as I myself headed up to my own dormitory.
Kate and I didn't share a dormitory because our last names were so far apart, so I didn't have to worry about talking to her. It wasn't the joke that bothered me; it was the fact that she had been joking about doing it with my brother. Knowing Kate, she's bound to break her word, but would she shag my brother? There lies the question; will she stand by me, or will she choose my brother instead? Time will tell I suppose...