I could not believe him! How horrendously mean and... humiliating!! Draco Malfoy had just marched up to the front of the class room and announced to the entire seventh year Defense Against the Dark Arts class what color knickers I had on!!
You may wish to know what events led up to this incredibly cruel and awful action on Malfoy's part. Well I shall tell you.
Malfoy and I had been getting along just fine ever since the whole kissing incident. We had been getting on so well, in fact, that it was like we were almost friends. Neither of us mentioned the kiss, but it was always there, between us.
I would randomly invoke the right I had reserved to ask for 'the rest' but Malfoy would usually find some way to divert my attention (most of the time having something to do with a book we had both read).
But on this particular morning I would not be dissuaded. I probably should have just left it alone. As I persisted to ask Malfoy backed me up against a wall. When I didn't let up with my asking I found myself pinned up against said wall with Draco's tongue down my throat. And I have to admit that I enjoyed it. It was fabulous. Beyond fabulous really.
I suppose we must have gotten a bit carried away, because next think I knew my legs were wrapped around his waist, with his shirt almost completely open. And he was busy unbuttoning my blouse and trying to maneuver around my very in-the-way tie. His mouth broke away from mine as he moved to start kissing my neck, still working at my blouse.
And then it hit me. What as I doing?! Kissing Draco Malfoy... again? Only this time he could see my bra and... oh my god what as his hand doing? His hand was crawling up my thigh and under my skirt up to my...oh, that felt good. Wait... this was wrong.
"Stop," I said halfheartedly, placing my hand on his chest to push away. But that didn't really work out. His chest was so... without clothing.... And hard, and sexy, and... making it really, really hard to want to stop.
He gave a low moan and continued to suck on my neck and work magic with his oh so wonderful hands. He moved hand not currently occupied up my skirt to my bra and began to unhook it. That brought me to my senses.
"Stop," I said, more forcefully this time. I pushed him away from me. He stumbled back, looked down at his unbuttoned shirt and obvious...er... excitement, then to me in my dishevelment. He seemed shocked.
"Fuck!" he exclaimed. Oh, that made me feel wonderful. Make out with a guy and all he can think to say is 'fuck.'
"Thanks" I said, looking exasperated. He looked back up at me. "You know, I'm not too happy about this either!"
"Why did you make me do that?!" He yelled at me. What the hell?
"What?" I yelled back. "I was just minding my own business when you pinned me against the bloody wall and shoved your tongue down my throat!"
"Minding your own business? Don't try that on me! 'oh, tell me the rest, Malfoy! The rest, the rest, the rest.'" He said, pitching his voice in a mocking manner.
"Oh, right, so it makes it my fault!"
"So we're in agreement. Good" He said with authority. The nerve of that bastard!
He buttoned his shirt and stuck the tails back into his trousers. He started heading for the door, but turned back. "You might want to tidy up before you go to class, Granger." He said, and walked out the door.
The rest of the day seemed to go in much the same manner. When we were pared together for potions he blamed me for every little thing that went wrong, regardless as to whether it was my fault or not, and glared at me every chance he got.
During lunch I could feel his glare from all the way across the hall. Every time he looked up he was there, glaring at me, not even eating. Finally it came to Defense Against the Dark Arts class.
We were forced to sit together because of that stupid project Professor LaRue had assigned to us. And as we sat we fought.
"You are such a prat, Malfoy, you know that?" I started.
"Oh, shove off, Granger." He said. "At least I don't go around kissing random boys,"
"No, just half the girls at Hogwarts." That comment earned another glare.
"You have no idea what you're talking about." He said.
"Oh, right. If I had a knut for every time one of the Gryffindor girls came into the common room crying because you had slept with them and then I would be extremely rich."
Malfoy looked livid. "You have no idea what you're talking about, Granger." He said again.
"Don't I? You don't seem to be too stingy about giving kisses, I can only imagine what you might be like with other... things." I said. Malfoy slammed his hands on his desk.
"You know what, Granger?" He started. He got up from his desk and walked to the front of the classroom.
"Listen up, everyone!" He said. Everyone looked up from their work to pay attention to Malfoy. "Granger's is wearing a green thong."
Oh, my god!! How could he do something so horrible? I saw him exchange a knowing look with that sixth year that had somehow managed to switch into this class. How disgusting... and humiliating!!
Harry and Ron jumped up from their seats and began to rush forward, toward Malfoy. The whole class began to laugh. I ducked down in my seat, wishing I could become invisible, all the while seething with rage.
"Mr. Potter, Mr. Weasley, please sit down!" Rang Proffessor LaRue's voice over the laughter. Everyone went quiet.
"As for you, Mr. Malfoy. Fifteen points from Slytherin, and you will serve detention with me tonight, as well as write an apology to Miss Granger."
Malfoy only smirked at me. Oh, he was insufferable!
