Love Me, Hurt Me, Forgive Me (4/?)

By: Myra Lynn

The nerve of him! He was the bane of my existence. Really, he was. Did I say yes when he asked me out? No, I certainly did not. Why would I want to be seen next to him? Oh! He gets me so angry some times. Actually, this is the first time he's gotten me angry. It's not like he socializes with me.

But still! He was just so arrogant, assuming right away that I would go out with him, just like that. Maybe I shouldn't meet up with him… What if I do go though? Surely this is a chance for me to hang in with the in crowd? It's sad that most of my ex-best-friends are all popular. If I used to hang out with them, does that mean I actually have a chance to be popular as well? Did I even want the attention?

I plopped my books down on the floor of the abandoned hallway and sat down roughly. Twiddling with my necklace, I pondered some more. What could go wrong if I were to go out with Draco, just for tonight? Well, besides the fact of me making a fool of myself. Why does life have to be so complicated sometimes? Change that to all the time. Something tugged at her mind; realization hitting her suddenly. She was going to be late for class!

Picking up the books she had dropped before, she turned around and exited the hallway, only to find herself lost. If only she didn't go here to begin with, but she couldn't help it. She felt as if someone was following her, which turned out to be Malfoy. She did the only logical thing, try losing the predator. So wait, did that mean she thought herself as prey?

Shaking her head, she put her books down once again and sighed, keeping eyes wide open for any signs of life. Then, she heard what sounded like someone grumbling and was coming closer. Running was not an option. If it was Filch, then at least he could lead her out of this maze. She really was such a baby. The other fourth floor was occupied and she was just too scared to find her way to that part of the castle.

Footsteps could be heard and the disgruntled face of Draco Malfoy appeared. "Damn it Weasley. How the hell do you get out of here? I could here everyone from the other side of this wall, but I can't seem to find a way leading there…"

I raised my eyebrow, tilting my face upwards so I could see him better, "If you could hear them, then they can hear you."

"Is that so?" he said coolly, "What do you suppose I do then?"

"Why not yell for help?" I snickered, knowing he would be against the whole thing.

"Why don't you yell instead? I think I'm coming up with a sore throat," he lied easily, placing a hand over his throat and rubbing it gently.

I could only look back at him dubiously. It was obvious that he was lying. Why couldn't he just yell and get it over with?

He grumbled somewhat when he realized that I wouldn't scream for help. "Too quiet for her own good," was also mentioned, as well as, "Stupid Weasley. Can't even do the simplest of things." All this, I listened to silently and patiently, knowing he would give in and yell for help.

It took him about ten minutes for him to realize that I wasn't going to speak up. He screamed like a banshee afterwards, not asking for help but yelling at me. I rolled my eyes as he continued with his tantrum.

His screaming did work though. Soon enough, they caught sight of a very peeved Filch.