Chapter 3
The Kiss of Revenge
The days slowly trickled by for me. The time passed with little hurry. I was waiting for Draco to take his revenge. Time had passed so much that I had thought revenge had swept from Draco's mind. It had gone from fall to winter and still no sign of Draco's hatred for me.
I began to see little of Draco. There were no more sneaky glances. I hated myself for caring so much. But I had to admit that I did.
Soon the month of December came upon the castle of Hogwarts. The grounds were mounds of snow. Cheerful kids playing outside. I was jealous that I couldn't be as cheerful as them. It even seemed Harry and his sidekicks were happier than me. I felt like wallowing.
It was early December when things completely changed. It all changed with one walk. The late evening had swooped down onto the castle. I was bored just sitting up in my dorm. I needed to get out. I went for my life changing walk although I didn't know it would be at the time.
I walked through the dark halls. I wasn't sure where I was and I didn't care. I just followed my feet.
The next thing I knew, I heard a low husky moan. As I kept walking down the dark hall, the moans, panting, and other noises began to get louder. My face began to flush as I realized what was probably causing those noises. I turned a corner and saw a broom closet in front of me. I knew the noises were coming from inside there.
I suddenly heard a low female scream. My cheeks turned even more red.
I heard shuffling from inside the little closet. I wanted to run before the couple came out and saw me. The problem was that my legs wouldn't move. I seemed to be frozen to the spot.
The closet door opened before I could move. There before me was Draco and Pansy.
I first noticed Pansy. Her face was a look of mortification. Her hair was tangled and clothes were of a messy look. She ran down the hall trying to escape my staring eyes.
Then I noticed Draco. He stayed where he was, not moving. He didn't look a mess like Pansy did. He still looked like a Greek God or an angel. It seemed nothing can ruin that image even if he was a demon on the inside.
We stared at each other for a few minutes. I noticed him licking his lips. I knew in that moment that he had sought his revenge and he knew it too.
What was his revenge? He had erupted jealousy from me. He felt he could make me his slave. I was afraid he was right.
He walked closer to me. I walked back as he kept coming closer. I was soon backed into a wall. I felt defenseless.
"I'm sorry you had to see and hear that." Draco finally said as he became increasingly close to me. His breath lightly gracing my cheek.
"I'm sure you are." I spoke while trying to retain my courage.
He gave a chuckle as I tried to move away from him but realized my back was to a wall and I could move no more.
"I have you wrapped around my finger." Draco said as he snaked his hand to a strand of my hair and wrapped his long finger around it.
"Are you sure you are not the one wrapped around my finger?" I questioned him. I had gained some of my bravery back. He made another evil laugh at me. I hated that laugh. A laugh that indicated that he thought he was better than the rest of us. I wanted to silence that laugh. I wanted to stifle it.
I did. I kissed him. I kissed him good, full, and thorough on the mouth.
Once my lips made contact with his, I feel in love with that feeling. I knew he liked the feeling too. Maybe our moans gave that away. Or maybe I could tell he liked it because his hands came around my waist and back to pull me closer to his body.
Draco was the first to pull away from the kiss. Probably because he realized who he was kissing—a Weasley.
His hands were still holding me close to him.
I moved my mouth to his ear and whispered, "You are wrapped around my finger." I then began to nibble on his ear.
He pulled me away from him reluctantly. He looked me in the eye and then whispered to me, "You're just a plaything."
The next thing I knew, Draco had fallen to the ground from pain. It was pain from my knee hitting him between his legs.
I found myself running all the way back to my dorm with silent tears down my face. The mantra of "just a plaything" flooded my head.
The Kiss of Revenge
The days slowly trickled by for me. The time passed with little hurry. I was waiting for Draco to take his revenge. Time had passed so much that I had thought revenge had swept from Draco's mind. It had gone from fall to winter and still no sign of Draco's hatred for me.
I began to see little of Draco. There were no more sneaky glances. I hated myself for caring so much. But I had to admit that I did.
Soon the month of December came upon the castle of Hogwarts. The grounds were mounds of snow. Cheerful kids playing outside. I was jealous that I couldn't be as cheerful as them. It even seemed Harry and his sidekicks were happier than me. I felt like wallowing.
It was early December when things completely changed. It all changed with one walk. The late evening had swooped down onto the castle. I was bored just sitting up in my dorm. I needed to get out. I went for my life changing walk although I didn't know it would be at the time.
I walked through the dark halls. I wasn't sure where I was and I didn't care. I just followed my feet.
The next thing I knew, I heard a low husky moan. As I kept walking down the dark hall, the moans, panting, and other noises began to get louder. My face began to flush as I realized what was probably causing those noises. I turned a corner and saw a broom closet in front of me. I knew the noises were coming from inside there.
I suddenly heard a low female scream. My cheeks turned even more red.
I heard shuffling from inside the little closet. I wanted to run before the couple came out and saw me. The problem was that my legs wouldn't move. I seemed to be frozen to the spot.
The closet door opened before I could move. There before me was Draco and Pansy.
I first noticed Pansy. Her face was a look of mortification. Her hair was tangled and clothes were of a messy look. She ran down the hall trying to escape my staring eyes.
Then I noticed Draco. He stayed where he was, not moving. He didn't look a mess like Pansy did. He still looked like a Greek God or an angel. It seemed nothing can ruin that image even if he was a demon on the inside.
We stared at each other for a few minutes. I noticed him licking his lips. I knew in that moment that he had sought his revenge and he knew it too.
What was his revenge? He had erupted jealousy from me. He felt he could make me his slave. I was afraid he was right.
He walked closer to me. I walked back as he kept coming closer. I was soon backed into a wall. I felt defenseless.
"I'm sorry you had to see and hear that." Draco finally said as he became increasingly close to me. His breath lightly gracing my cheek.
"I'm sure you are." I spoke while trying to retain my courage.
He gave a chuckle as I tried to move away from him but realized my back was to a wall and I could move no more.
"I have you wrapped around my finger." Draco said as he snaked his hand to a strand of my hair and wrapped his long finger around it.
"Are you sure you are not the one wrapped around my finger?" I questioned him. I had gained some of my bravery back. He made another evil laugh at me. I hated that laugh. A laugh that indicated that he thought he was better than the rest of us. I wanted to silence that laugh. I wanted to stifle it.
I did. I kissed him. I kissed him good, full, and thorough on the mouth.
Once my lips made contact with his, I feel in love with that feeling. I knew he liked the feeling too. Maybe our moans gave that away. Or maybe I could tell he liked it because his hands came around my waist and back to pull me closer to his body.
Draco was the first to pull away from the kiss. Probably because he realized who he was kissing—a Weasley.
His hands were still holding me close to him.
I moved my mouth to his ear and whispered, "You are wrapped around my finger." I then began to nibble on his ear.
He pulled me away from him reluctantly. He looked me in the eye and then whispered to me, "You're just a plaything."
The next thing I knew, Draco had fallen to the ground from pain. It was pain from my knee hitting him between his legs.
I found myself running all the way back to my dorm with silent tears down my face. The mantra of "just a plaything" flooded my head.