Annoyed

I was one of the last students in the class, the dormitory was so far from Gryffindor's section. The worst part was Draco wasn't in the class. Or the best part.

But there wasn't anyone I felt comfortable sitting with, which sucked horribly. There was an empty desk next to Neville, but he's probably scared enough with having to be Draco's partner. He didn't need anything else.

Dropping my bag off in an empty seat, I wished that I could have more friends. Looking around, I realized I was the only Slytherin, then I realized I was the only non-Gryffindor. Meaning, life hates me with a passion.

Then I heard a "bye, baby" and looked behind me, and almost vomited all over my shit. Harry and Ginny were together, I think it was the porno type kissing that gave me a hint.

I know that Harry has liked her for all really long time, because I'd seen it. He was always looking longingly at her, while she was cuddling with whoever the boy of the month was. Now they were eating each other, and I was staring.

Watching them, I start imagining his hands running up my sides, caressing my skin, making love to me. He would kiss down my neck, sweet kisses. Then he would get frisky and move towards my tit, licking and sucking. Rolling his tongue in circles, his hands would creep down and push against my cunt, giving me what I needed before taking anything.

"Hey, so do you think that we can start our project tonight" Harry asked me, how the fuck he got that close to my face and left Ginny, I had no idea.

"Uh-hum," I sounded, trying not to moan. "The library?"

He sat down next to me and motioned Hermione from the doorway, the bitch.

Life may hate me with a passion, but I hated her ten times more than that..

Then, Harry smiled at me with that big, intoxicating grin...and I had to catch myself from going back to Dreamland.

"Sure," I said. "But only for like a few hours cause I have a fuck load of homework." I couldn't let myself be with him too much. Draco wouldn't be able to handle it.

He gave me a look like I was crazy, "But Potion's the only class that we've had. Unless your psychic or something, which would come in handy to what we should do tonight."

I gave him a look, "My friend told me that she had to write an essay for Charms, and that it already took her a half hour to write the first two paragraphs." At this point, Granger made an annoying said that totally said, "Your friend must be completely stupid" which made me even more pissed, and I glared at her.

"So, we can meet in the library after dinner, and then I have to work on Charms at like 7," I finished. I really wanted to get up and leave dramatically. He cannot know, under any circumstances, how I think about him.

"Sound good," he said, genuinely. Then he started talking to Ron who sat down next to Granger. They went on about Quidditch for awhile. I wasn't paying much attention, until I heard Ron say something about Owen Magoon.

"He's an amazing trainer, and he's really good with healing spells, so they don't need to pay an extra doctor to be there. He's saved tons of lives, and he draws girls to him like he's fucking God. I totally need to do that."

I hadn't talked, but I couldn't help throw in my two cents, or like ten bucks.

"Actually, he's not that great of a trainer. He read one book and went to school for a week, and then the Wasps hired him only because they were desperate. He's the reason why Jasper Tenbrook left the team, along with their three other top players over the next two seasons. He's the biggest dick in the world, and couldn't even fly 'til he was eighteen. You still wanna be him, Ginger?"

Ron shifted in his desk like he didn't know what to say. Hermione had stopped writing whatever homework she had attempted to get a month ahead on and was gaping at me. Harry looked at me, just looked. Finally Ron spoke.

"Bloody hell, you hate him pretty bad for not ever knowing him." Hermione smirked at that. Well, fuck them.

"Well, I do know him. He's my uncle, so I can hate him all I want." Harry looked at me like I was a little angel, which made no fricken' sense.

Then McGonagall started talking. And I couldn't decided whether it was a good thing, or a bad thing.

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I don't feel as confident over this chapter, but it needed to happen.