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Here is the story summary: I admit that I'm the competitive type. So years ago, when my dad pointed out a certain platinum blonde boy on the train platform, I accepted the challenge to beat him at everything; and succeeded, mind you. We have been in competition ever since. This rivalry has worked for five years – so why did it stop being fun?
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In this chapter, Rose and Scorpius are serving detention together. Rose has trouble dealing with the awkward silence. Malfoy messes with her.
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In all my years as a Weasley, I had always been surrounded by noise. There were so many of us that any family function would turn into a vacuum of loudness. We ate and we talked. We pranked and we laughed. We played quidditch and we screamed. At moments, I've dreamed of a family get together that were held at a normal volume. Loud, all the time, is not conducive to thinking.
The point is, I'm not used to silence. Sure, I relish a quiet moment alone with a book, but this… This was torture.
It had been a week since Malfoy gave me his apology note. A week of silence. I didn't mind not having to speak with the prat. However, sitting in detention for hours, in complete silence, with Malfoy, was slow, agonizing, hair raising, cruelty.
We sat in the library organizing books and stowing them on their proper shelves. I knew a quick spell for it and the books were returned to the stacks five minutes after our supervising professor left us to our task. It was after curfew, which meant all the books were charmed in place. Elle's dad, my uncle Neville, said that they started charming the books in place two years after he started teaching at Hogwarts. He explained that 'people' were stealing books from the Restricted Section. So now, the books had a curfew, just like the students.
I looked around the study tables, trying to find something to catch my interest. I rubbed my temples and took a deep breath. I closed my eyes, resting my head in my hands.
Thrum… Thrum… Thrum…
The sound was like the constant ticking of a clock.
Thrum… Thrum… Thrum…
I cringed.
Thrum… Thrum… Thrum…
I gritted my teeth.
Thrum… Thrum… Thrum…
I scrunched my nose.
Thrum… Thrum… Thrum…
I opened my eyes, he was thrumming his fingers on top of the study table, a look of indifference masking his thoughts.
I inhaled, closing my eyes once more.
It's almost over….. Thrum…
I slammed both hands onto the table and glared at him.
"Stop," I hissed.
A crooked smile spread across his pale features. I knew something wan't right, if he was grinning so wickedly, but my head was thankful for the annoying sound to stop. I rather the silence in comparison to that torment. I let out a deep breath and pushed my curls away from my face.
Thrum…
I flinched.
Thrum…
I clenched my jaw.
Thrum… He smiled.
The arse was smiling, watching me squirm across the table from him.
Thrum… Thrum… Thrum…
"What's wrong with you?!" I blurted out.
He laughed, "So many things." He shook his head continuing to smile as his thrummed.
I rolled my eyes, "You're sick."
He shrugged, smirked and thrummed.
Thrum… Thrum… Thrum…
"Enough," I barked, standing up from my seat at the study table.
He smirked, his fingers of his left hand patting the wooden tabletop in order from pinky to index finger.
Thrum… Thrum… Thrum…
I slammed my hand on top of the source of incessant annoyance. Crushing his left hand between mine and the hard wooden surface of the study table, I stared at him.
I leaned forward and growled, "You have two options. Either you stop, or I break your nose, again… And this time it won't heal so easily…"
He leaned forward, "Stop the threats, Weasley."
His face was dangerously close to mine as he called me out.
"No one is buying your bluff. You wouldn't waste your chance at Head Girl, even if it meant punching me, which you, for some reason, enjoy doing. Otherwise would you throw away your opportunity just to prove your point."
I stood my ground as he spoke in my face: unwilling to yield to my foe. I refused to submit to Malfoy… Even if that meant standing face to face - awkwardly close to my own worst enemy.
"Listen closely," I snarled. "You think you're so clever, you want to drive me to the point of losing my chances at Head Girl. Well, guess what? It's not happening."
Malfoy moved closer, his cheek grazing my own. Chills prickling up and down my arms and back.
That's when he whispered, "No, Weasley." He chuckled, his warm breath found its place around my ear, and down my throat. His mouth was so close to my ear I could feel him form the words that he spoke. "You've managed to be doing that all by yourself."
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I never had been more relieved in my entire life, than rushing through the Library doors, after being dismissed for the evening.
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