AN: Okay, so I've decided to write this chapter from Draco's point of view, just to spice things up a bit. Also, PLEASE REVIEW!!!! I really like getting reviews and learning what I can do better, as well as maybe see what you guys want to read, or if you've caught onto foreshadowing and whatnot (don't worry, there hasn't been any thus far). Well, I've rambled long enough, so without further ado, Chapter 4!!
Chapter 4
I arrived in my dorms and kicked my trunk. She's a mudblood! How could I not have noticed? Saint Magnifique? Like there would be any self-respecting wizarding school with a name like that! I threw myself onto my bed and sighed loudly and, if it's even possible, aggressively. I was pissed at her for leading me on like that. Well, okay, she hadn't exactly been asking for the attention that I gave her (not out loud, at least). But I'm the Prince of Slytherin, the Sex God of Hogwarts! Come to think of it, anything that involves sex and warts in the same sentence is kind of sickening…but that wasn't the issue! I rolled onto my side, hoping to leave all thoughts of her back on my pillow. At least there, no one would have to know what was really going on in my head. I'd have to be extremely cruel to her to make up for the way I'd acted earlier. My door opened a bit and Pansy slinked into the room.
"What do you want?" I spat.
"Oh, nothing…nothing that you wouldn't be willing to give." She stood at the foot of my bed, then slowly began crawling up. I rolled to my back, right back to the thoughts of the mudblood. Pansy advanced slowly and deliberately, and I could see that her school blouse had been unbuttoned perilously low. She had a glint in her eye and a Slytherin smirk on her face as she moved to straddle my waist. She ran her hands down the front of my shirt, unbuttoning it skillfully. "Where were you today?"
That made my thoughts drift back to Hermione. I mean Granger. I mean the mudblood. I mean…oh bloody hell. I saw She-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named in my head, and subconsciously projected her face onto Pansy. I had to fight the urge to groan as I thought of all the naughty things I could do to "Her" right now. Blood be damned, she'd already gotten into my system, and I needed to purge somehow.
I grabbed Pansy's hips and rolled her over.
I was in the Great Hall eating a late lunch when I overheard the Gryffindors. Harry-blessed-Potter was conversing with the Weasel, and they were obviously trying to be inconspicuous. But, like everything else they did, they were unsuccessful, so I heard their conversation loud and clear.
"So Harry, you know the new girl?"
"Yeah, what about her?"
"She seems nice."
"Yeah. I bit weird, though. I mean, how could you not know that Hogwarts was a school for magic?"
"Yeah, she's a bit of a nutter. But she's cute. In a skin-and-bones-headstrong-bookworm-y sort of way…" the Weasel added the last sentence a little too quickly.
"Ron, are you saying…do you like her?"
"I'm not saying that, I'm just saying…"
"Holy Merlin, you like her!"
"Shut up, Harry!" he hissed. For some reason, I was getting mad. But why? It didn't make any sense! I mean, the girl was beneath me. Sure she was…marginally attractive, but there were lots of girls at this school. Plenty that blew her out of the water. The Weasel pretty much had it down when he called her skin and bones. And she was very headstrong. Why was thinking about her so much? I'd only met her the other day, and it's not like we've actually done anything.
Now I was sick. I stood and left the Great Hall. Even after taking out my frustrations (AN: he's not abusive, don't worry. They were other frustrations *wink wink*) on Pansy, she was still in my head. I went to the library. Maybe she'd put a spell or charm on me? Un-bloody-likely. She was new to magic. Still, at least the library was quiet, and she probably hadn't been there yet, so I'd be safe for a while. I pushed through the door and snuck into the restricted section. Few of the students would dare go in the section, so I'd have even more quiet. I wound my way to my private table, which I'd claimed in second year, and froze. She was there. At my table. In my favorite seat. How dare she taint my secret place? I would have dragged her out of the seat by that bushy hair of hers if I hadn't noticed that she was wearing her uniform…and she had her legs bent, knees to her chest, feet on the chair. I couldn't see much, but I got a great view of her thighs. There was something to be said for girls in school uniforms. A big something. I watched as she absent-mindedly wrapped a strand of hair around her finger. She tilted her head to the right, probably having found something interesting in the text. I was so lost in watching that I didn't notice him until he was right next to her. I leaned forward a bit so I could hear them clearly.
"So, Love Muffin, how are you on this glorious day?" Love Muffin? What a sap.
"Don't call me that," she said, not even turning to look at him. The kid flipped his hair, and I recognized the gesture. Hang on, wasn't I related to that kid? He was a Slytherin, so it was a definite possibility. He was also blond. Not as blond as I was, but blonder than the general populous of blonds. Dammit, what was his name? Riddle…Rupert…Raphael- no, that was my cousin from Italy, with the black hair and the Angelina lips. Why couldn't I remember his name?
"So, babe, why don't you ditch the books and head out into the forest with me?" he leaned up against the table, probably trying to look like a stud. I mean, that's what I would do. Except I was tall enough to actually sit on the table rather than lean on it.
Hermione snorted, "Un-bloody-likely, pipsqueak." Oh my god, she spoke kind of like me! That was very surprising, to say the least.
"Pipsqueak? Why don't you join me in the forest and I can show you the contrary?" the kid smirked. Why couldn't I remember his name?
"Listen, you little Swish and Flicker, I don't want to go into the forest with you. I don't want to go anywhere with you. Hell, I don't even want to stay here with you." That's it! Rollo Flick! That's his name! God, why couldn't I remember that? His family had just visited not three months ago.
"How dare you insult me! Do you know who I am?" Rollo was livid, and no longer leaning against the table.
"Yeah, apparently you're the Muffin Man," Hermione didn't even bother looking up from her book. She obviously didn't know that you couldn't trust a Slytherin. Wait, yeah you could! I mean, she could trust me. But not really…I mean, I was acting like I didn't like her even though I was still attracted to her…
"I have all the other girls wrapped around my little finger!" Rollo practically yelled.
"Yeah, I'd say you have the size estimate about right." Again, she didn't even look at him. Rollo began huffing, outraged by her comment, and pulled out his wand. I had to intervene…
AN: And so the plot thickens!! Okay, not really quite yet, but it will, don't worry!! Remember, PLEASE REVIEW! Reviews are love, and I could definitely use some if you all wanna see more chapters. And let me know whose point of view you prefer more, and if you'd like me to maybe continue switching every now and then. Peace and love!! ~Kandell
