~4~
It had started innocently enough. Boy meets girl. Boy hates girl. Boy bullies girl. Said girl gets sick of his shit and punches him in the face.
It was the first and only time he'd ever been punched in his life. He wasn't quite sure how it had gotten to the point of friendship and it was impossible to really discern when the sexual tension had begun.
What mattered was that it had begun.
It was embarassing the way it came about, really. She'd caught him pants down, mid-thrust in an older girl in the janitor's closet at the age of 13. She yelped at the sight — tattled, of course — and he had gotten suspended, nevermind the fact that he came from one of the most prestigious families in the world. He'd been absolutely furious (and he didn't even get to cum).
He confronted her about it nearly as soon as he came back from his week-long suspension. She should've just minded her own business. He would make her life hell. She should've at least waited until he'd cum for fuck's sake. All of which he'd told her only for her to say — boo freaking hoo.
For the following two years, he'd made sure to make her life a living hell — not that it stopped her little guard dogs, Potty and Weasel, from retaliating — but she made it all the more infuriating by ignoring him.
Him! A Malfoy!
So one afternoon, sick of getting little to no reaction from his attempts to anger her (and they were laudable attempts too), he cornered little Ms. Know-It-All in the theater room below the stage. All he really wanted to do was get a reaction, really. Some semblance of anger would've been fine and he would've left it at that except as he shouted degrading insults at her and pushed her and slapped her books to the floor, he found the flush of her cheeks becoming, the fire in her eyes illuminating, the way she furiously bit her lip-
Something came over him at that and he pushed her up against the wall, covering her mouth with his own. It was a furious kiss. A moment of raw anger. His tongue slid against the roof of her mouth while shock coursed through her system. He felt exhilarated.
Then, she punched him.
"You- you!" She was holding her hand up to her mouth, at an obvious loss for words. "You just- You-"
Draco stretched his jaw and he knew there'd be a prominent bruise to the lower left side for the next few days. Still, he laughed. It hurt like hell but he couldn't stop the sense of victory that bubbled to the surface. She looked more than angry. She looked positively outraged.
He'd gotten his reaction alright and it was every bit as satisfying as he imagined it to be.
