She cried, thinking she was alone. Wiped her eyes, thinking no one would see, but he saw her. He saw her face, streaked by the salty drops. "Weakest, wittlest Weasley." he drawled, glaring at her. She spat a his polished shoes.
"Malicious, manical, Malfloy." She slurred through her rugged breathing. Draco was apalled, who did she think she was speaking to? His hand met her cheek, she tensed and stood to her feet, drawing her wand.
"Don't push me, Malfloy... I've learned from the best." she said quickly, loudly, loud enough she hoped someone would hear. Hoped she didn't have to deul this boy, who lazily held his own wand in defence.
"Is this worth getting beat over, Weasley." her wand didn't waver.
"Don't ever underestimate. Your oponient."
"I don't think I'm underestimating." Draco told her impatiently... just before he was thrown backward, his perfect hair ruffled by the wall, ruffled by the impact of the hit. He stood as quickly as he could, but she was gone. 'Never underestimate your opponent.' He'd heard the words before... but now they stuck, just as painful as his headache would.
'Arrogant snot.' she thought as the was caught by a pair of strong arms, she struggled a moment, thinking the worst, using her weight as a weapon she was now on top of the boy, staring down at... Harry Potter...
"Jesus, Harry." She sighed, rolling off of him and jumping to her feet, dusting her robes indignantly.
"For my 'biggest fan' you seem to dislike me a lot." Harry remarked teasingly, getting up slowly and shaking off non-chalantly.
"I do dislike you a lot... but don't be mistaken, I may still be your biggest fan" She snapped. Harry looked a little hurt.
"What'd I do?" he asked, seemingly interested in how she felt.
"Do you like me?"
"Yes" he answered, there was no pause.
"Did you like me last week, before you saw me?" she asked him, venom dripping from her words.
"Where is this going?" Harry asked, his green eyes clouding his emotions, as if on que.
"You know, for the 'greatest wizard of all time you sure are a bit dense, Potter. Good day." With that she was gone, dissapearing just as she had before.
"Malicious, manical, Malfloy." She slurred through her rugged breathing. Draco was apalled, who did she think she was speaking to? His hand met her cheek, she tensed and stood to her feet, drawing her wand.
"Don't push me, Malfloy... I've learned from the best." she said quickly, loudly, loud enough she hoped someone would hear. Hoped she didn't have to deul this boy, who lazily held his own wand in defence.
"Is this worth getting beat over, Weasley." her wand didn't waver.
"Don't ever underestimate. Your oponient."
"I don't think I'm underestimating." Draco told her impatiently... just before he was thrown backward, his perfect hair ruffled by the wall, ruffled by the impact of the hit. He stood as quickly as he could, but she was gone. 'Never underestimate your opponent.' He'd heard the words before... but now they stuck, just as painful as his headache would.
'Arrogant snot.' she thought as the was caught by a pair of strong arms, she struggled a moment, thinking the worst, using her weight as a weapon she was now on top of the boy, staring down at... Harry Potter...
"Jesus, Harry." She sighed, rolling off of him and jumping to her feet, dusting her robes indignantly.
"For my 'biggest fan' you seem to dislike me a lot." Harry remarked teasingly, getting up slowly and shaking off non-chalantly.
"I do dislike you a lot... but don't be mistaken, I may still be your biggest fan" She snapped. Harry looked a little hurt.
"What'd I do?" he asked, seemingly interested in how she felt.
"Do you like me?"
"Yes" he answered, there was no pause.
"Did you like me last week, before you saw me?" she asked him, venom dripping from her words.
"Where is this going?" Harry asked, his green eyes clouding his emotions, as if on que.
"You know, for the 'greatest wizard of all time you sure are a bit dense, Potter. Good day." With that she was gone, dissapearing just as she had before.