[Author's Note: As I said with Summer Fling, I'm just wanting to update
before I leave for New York. So this chapter will probably suck because
I'm too lazy to read over it after I write it and make changes. And it's
short. I'm sorry! I hope you enjoy it anyway]
Chapter Seven
I sat in the Head common room stubbornly reading a book and refusing to look at Malfoy who had been attempting to gain my attention for the past quarter hour. He would randomly poke me, or try to take my book away; only to gain a sharp kick to the shin as I turned away from him, never removing my eye's from its pages.
"Oh, come on, Granger," he'd say, "You can't ignore me forever." I could and I would. "Granger," he said. "Graaaaaaaaaaaanger," He whined. He continued in that fashion until I finally snapped.
"What the fuck do you want?" I shouted at him, snapping my book shut and slamming it onto the coffee table.
"Just to talk." He replied calmly.
"I don't think that there is any more that you could possibly say," I turned away from him and picked up my book.
"Oh, come on, that's not fair." He said.
"Not fair? NOT FAIR? You have to be kidding me. I am being beyond fair by even speaking with you!"
"But you're not speaking, your shouting." He said. Oh, I hated him in that moment.
"Don't you get it?" I shouted, "I don't want to talk to you! EVER!" He looked hurt. The nerve of him!! To have the audacity to look hurt after what he did to me.
"I wrote out an apology." He said almost quietly.
"At the professor's orders!" I yelled. "And believe me, no apology could ever make up for what you did."
"Oh, honestly, Granger." He said, becoming defensive. "It's not that horrible. So the class knew what Alans you had on. It's not that big of a deal!"
"Not that big of a deal," I said, quietly now. "For the past six years I have worked very, very hard to build a reputation for myself, Malfoy. And then you come in and completely wreck it in one day."
"Oh, give it up, Granger. Nobody liked the prim and proper you anyway. Believe me, having the guys know you were wearing a thong will do wonders for your sex life."
"Well, I suppose you know from experience," I said spitefully. He seemed to resent the insinuation. "I like girls, thank you very much." He said.
"I never said you didn't."
"You just called me a pouf!" he said.
"I said no such thing. I merely insinuated that back scuttle."
"Thus insinuated that you think I like men, thus insinuated that I do not like women."
"It's insinuates nothing of the sort." I said, "Just because you like men doesn't mean you can't like women too." I said. He rolled his eyes.
"I do not like men," he said.
"Prove it," I replied. That wasn't a very good thing to say... He lunged at me, causing me to fall back onto the couch with him lying on top of me.
"You want me to prove it?" he asked angrily. "Fine, I'll prove it." He captured my mouth in a kiss. Oh, crap, not again.
The familiar feeling of giving into the kiss began to come over and I tried to fight it. I lost. It felt too good. His tongue was inside my mouth and doing very wonderful things and his hands were all over me, and it was just too good. Finally he broke the kiss. I thought it was far too short a kiss.
"Happy now?" He said.
"Uh..." I stammered. "Y...yeah," I definitely sounded dazed.
"Good," he said. And he kissed me again. Next thing I know, he was completely naked on top of me and is in the very slow process of removing my underwear. And taking far too long to do so in my opinion.
At some point it crossed my mind that what I was about to do was wrong, and that, if Harry and Ron were to ever find out, it would probably mean the end of our friendship. But I couldn't bring myself to care.
Chapter Seven
I sat in the Head common room stubbornly reading a book and refusing to look at Malfoy who had been attempting to gain my attention for the past quarter hour. He would randomly poke me, or try to take my book away; only to gain a sharp kick to the shin as I turned away from him, never removing my eye's from its pages.
"Oh, come on, Granger," he'd say, "You can't ignore me forever." I could and I would. "Granger," he said. "Graaaaaaaaaaaanger," He whined. He continued in that fashion until I finally snapped.
"What the fuck do you want?" I shouted at him, snapping my book shut and slamming it onto the coffee table.
"Just to talk." He replied calmly.
"I don't think that there is any more that you could possibly say," I turned away from him and picked up my book.
"Oh, come on, that's not fair." He said.
"Not fair? NOT FAIR? You have to be kidding me. I am being beyond fair by even speaking with you!"
"But you're not speaking, your shouting." He said. Oh, I hated him in that moment.
"Don't you get it?" I shouted, "I don't want to talk to you! EVER!" He looked hurt. The nerve of him!! To have the audacity to look hurt after what he did to me.
"I wrote out an apology." He said almost quietly.
"At the professor's orders!" I yelled. "And believe me, no apology could ever make up for what you did."
"Oh, honestly, Granger." He said, becoming defensive. "It's not that horrible. So the class knew what Alans you had on. It's not that big of a deal!"
"Not that big of a deal," I said, quietly now. "For the past six years I have worked very, very hard to build a reputation for myself, Malfoy. And then you come in and completely wreck it in one day."
"Oh, give it up, Granger. Nobody liked the prim and proper you anyway. Believe me, having the guys know you were wearing a thong will do wonders for your sex life."
"Well, I suppose you know from experience," I said spitefully. He seemed to resent the insinuation. "I like girls, thank you very much." He said.
"I never said you didn't."
"You just called me a pouf!" he said.
"I said no such thing. I merely insinuated that back scuttle."
"Thus insinuated that you think I like men, thus insinuated that I do not like women."
"It's insinuates nothing of the sort." I said, "Just because you like men doesn't mean you can't like women too." I said. He rolled his eyes.
"I do not like men," he said.
"Prove it," I replied. That wasn't a very good thing to say... He lunged at me, causing me to fall back onto the couch with him lying on top of me.
"You want me to prove it?" he asked angrily. "Fine, I'll prove it." He captured my mouth in a kiss. Oh, crap, not again.
The familiar feeling of giving into the kiss began to come over and I tried to fight it. I lost. It felt too good. His tongue was inside my mouth and doing very wonderful things and his hands were all over me, and it was just too good. Finally he broke the kiss. I thought it was far too short a kiss.
"Happy now?" He said.
"Uh..." I stammered. "Y...yeah," I definitely sounded dazed.
"Good," he said. And he kissed me again. Next thing I know, he was completely naked on top of me and is in the very slow process of removing my underwear. And taking far too long to do so in my opinion.
At some point it crossed my mind that what I was about to do was wrong, and that, if Harry and Ron were to ever find out, it would probably mean the end of our friendship. But I couldn't bring myself to care.
