Chapter Five- Smirk
"Wouldn't it be great if they made a school for Veela, and Veela only?" Ron questioned a while after the Malfoy discussion.
"If you couldn't attend it, then what would be the point?" I asked tiredly, growing sick of our never ending conversations.
"Well, YOU'D KNOW WHERE THEY ALL WERE!" Ron declared loudly, as if this was the most obvious thing in the whole world, and I was stupid for not knowing.
Neville yawned and played with his lip ring. Charlotte had gone over to hang out with her Ravenclaw friends. Harry was staring wistfully at Cho, who was slow-dancing with yet another boy.
I found myself gazing at the table that the Slytherins had claimed in the back. They always seemed so much better than us- sort of distant and eerie, like the worst type of clique imaginable.
Draco was standing up, as Pansy grabbed his hand to follow, but he pulled away from her, shaking his head. I watched as he left his table, and headed in the direction of ours.
He noticed me looking as he passed by, and to my anger and frustration, he smirked at me in his own, personalized way. He held my gaze until he disappeared out of the Great Hall doors.
"Wouldn't it be weird if-"
I interrupted Ron with," Sorry. I've got to use the bathroom.."
Before any of them could ask questions, I sprang up and hurried out, not really knowing why. I closed the door behind me, and entered the hallway.
Malfoy's form paused, and he slowly turned around. He sneered.
"HOW DARE YOU!" I burst out, cheeks hot, saying the first thing that I could think of.
He cocked an eyebrow, looking amused. "Well, hullo, Granger. Nice night?"
Why was I even talking to this jerk? "Well, MALFOY, it WOULD be nice if you would keep your distance."
"Isn't six feet enough?" Malfoy smirked again, referring to the distance that was physically between us.
I scowled. "That was not what I meant, and you know it! Why did you keep staring at me? That is what I'D like to know!" I demanded, folding my arms across my chest.
"Since when is against the law to simply look at someone?' he drawled cockily in his annoying voice. "And how do you know I was looking at you?"
'What a dumb question!' I thought. "I watched you look," I declared simply.
"Ha!" he exclaimed. "So YOU were watching ME as well," he pointed at me, gloating.
"I- what- NO!" I cried, realizing that I was lying. To my complete horror, he walked closer, and there was only about a foot between us.
He didn't say anything. He just stared at me, or at my chest, rather.
"Stop that!" I snapped, ears pink.
"Your top is a bit snug, don't you think?" he asked innocently.
"It's not mine. It's Pavarti's."
He rolled his eyes. "Oh, that slut."
"Look who YOU hang around with!" I threw my hands up in exclamation.
He grinned. "I know. Isn't she the biggest slag you've ever seen?"
"That isn't very nice," I replied seethingly.
"You just can't make up your mind, can you?" he inquired with much fake naiveté lining his tone. It was disgusting.
"Neither could you, apparently!" I shot back at him. "You supposed to be dancing with Pansy, and you kept focusing on ME!"
"Want to hear something utterly disbelieving?" he asked suddenly.
"What?" I snapped, and waited.
He changed his tone, and said," I find you intelligent, interesting, and extremely attractive."
I blinked at him.
**Author's Note: Sorry that the first two chapters had no indentations. When I transferred them over, all were lost, and my first two chapters look like a jumble of goo.. But I've fixed the problem. Thanks for reading! There will be more soon!
"Wouldn't it be great if they made a school for Veela, and Veela only?" Ron questioned a while after the Malfoy discussion.
"If you couldn't attend it, then what would be the point?" I asked tiredly, growing sick of our never ending conversations.
"Well, YOU'D KNOW WHERE THEY ALL WERE!" Ron declared loudly, as if this was the most obvious thing in the whole world, and I was stupid for not knowing.
Neville yawned and played with his lip ring. Charlotte had gone over to hang out with her Ravenclaw friends. Harry was staring wistfully at Cho, who was slow-dancing with yet another boy.
I found myself gazing at the table that the Slytherins had claimed in the back. They always seemed so much better than us- sort of distant and eerie, like the worst type of clique imaginable.
Draco was standing up, as Pansy grabbed his hand to follow, but he pulled away from her, shaking his head. I watched as he left his table, and headed in the direction of ours.
He noticed me looking as he passed by, and to my anger and frustration, he smirked at me in his own, personalized way. He held my gaze until he disappeared out of the Great Hall doors.
"Wouldn't it be weird if-"
I interrupted Ron with," Sorry. I've got to use the bathroom.."
Before any of them could ask questions, I sprang up and hurried out, not really knowing why. I closed the door behind me, and entered the hallway.
Malfoy's form paused, and he slowly turned around. He sneered.
"HOW DARE YOU!" I burst out, cheeks hot, saying the first thing that I could think of.
He cocked an eyebrow, looking amused. "Well, hullo, Granger. Nice night?"
Why was I even talking to this jerk? "Well, MALFOY, it WOULD be nice if you would keep your distance."
"Isn't six feet enough?" Malfoy smirked again, referring to the distance that was physically between us.
I scowled. "That was not what I meant, and you know it! Why did you keep staring at me? That is what I'D like to know!" I demanded, folding my arms across my chest.
"Since when is against the law to simply look at someone?' he drawled cockily in his annoying voice. "And how do you know I was looking at you?"
'What a dumb question!' I thought. "I watched you look," I declared simply.
"Ha!" he exclaimed. "So YOU were watching ME as well," he pointed at me, gloating.
"I- what- NO!" I cried, realizing that I was lying. To my complete horror, he walked closer, and there was only about a foot between us.
He didn't say anything. He just stared at me, or at my chest, rather.
"Stop that!" I snapped, ears pink.
"Your top is a bit snug, don't you think?" he asked innocently.
"It's not mine. It's Pavarti's."
He rolled his eyes. "Oh, that slut."
"Look who YOU hang around with!" I threw my hands up in exclamation.
He grinned. "I know. Isn't she the biggest slag you've ever seen?"
"That isn't very nice," I replied seethingly.
"You just can't make up your mind, can you?" he inquired with much fake naiveté lining his tone. It was disgusting.
"Neither could you, apparently!" I shot back at him. "You supposed to be dancing with Pansy, and you kept focusing on ME!"
"Want to hear something utterly disbelieving?" he asked suddenly.
"What?" I snapped, and waited.
He changed his tone, and said," I find you intelligent, interesting, and extremely attractive."
I blinked at him.
**Author's Note: Sorry that the first two chapters had no indentations. When I transferred them over, all were lost, and my first two chapters look like a jumble of goo.. But I've fixed the problem. Thanks for reading! There will be more soon!