I held my cheek for what felt like fifteen hours. The little whore!
I probably deserved that, but there was no reason, ABSOLUTELY NO REASON, to display random acts of violence. On me no less!
I slowly walk up the stairs, still holding my cheek. Absolutely aghast at what Granger had just done.
I slowly walk to my room, still holding my cheek.
I go to open my perfectly polished rosewood doors. But it's locked.
A million questions ran through my mind, and all of them pertaining to the possible ravaging of my belongings.
"Unlock this door this instant!" I left my wand in my room. Go Figure!
"Bite me!" She shrieked
"Love to, but it seems that at the moment there is a 6 inch barrier hindering me from gnawing at that supple little hide of yours!"
"You're an asshole!" she yelled from behind the door.
"What did I do?" I ask, trying to sound as innocent as possible.
That's when I hear it, a sound unlike any other. It was deep at first, from deep within the throat. Then it escalated into something more frightening. I seriously felt fear for my life. I almost fled like some poor deer running from a wild beast.
" Did you just growl?"
She opened the door, but just on a crack to let her head out. " Yes, I did!"
" Don't do it again…."
She does it again, only louder.
I cover my ears, " Stop, no more please. I fear I might become sterile if you keep this up."
" Bugger off Malfoy." She says through clenched teeth
" Sorry can't its my house. Now let me in my room this instant." I try to stop myself from stamping my foot. It's a pointless effort.
"NO!" I hear her yell… and then I hear something shatter.
"Let me in!" I screech in an oh-so manly way.
I hear her unlock the door and step away. I come barreling through, eyes wide with fury. I would have my face distorted into that of anger and fury, if I hadn't known that making faces can also cause wrinkles.
I look around my room. Nothing seems to be wrong,
"What did you break?"
"Nothing." She says coolly.
"What did you break? "
"Just a mug..." she said brazingly.
I look over at the shattered mess by the fireplace.
"Mymug?"
"If you mean the mug with that grotesque picture on it, then yes I did break it?"
"The mug with my picture on it? That was my mother's favorite" I really don't care about the mug, its just that it was mine. " –Oh hell Granger."
" I want to go home. NOW." She stamps her foot in an oddly familiar way.
" Yes, yes, you are aloud to leave."
I lead her to the front doorway, the one with the very expensive rosewood doors my father had imported from Italy. The only way to get out of Malfoy grounds is to walk out of the house about 50 yards and apparate. My father is a very clever man. And as you know, the apple doesn't fall that far away from the tree
Granger goes to grasp the gold doorknob. She turns it. I can see a look of fear and foreboding pass over her face as she looks over at me. She goes to turn it again.
" MALFOY!" she screeches and lunges herself at me, pounding my chest as hard as she can.
"Stop!" I grab her wrists, "–what's wrong?"
"You bastard, do you like making me miserable? Do you just want me to go crazy?"
"No I'd actually like to see you drunk again, but I guess that only happens once in a blue moon so I guess my time has passed. What is wrong, just go walk outside and go home!"
"Can't, the door won't open."
"You're shitting me."
"Nope." She shakes her head.
"Don't be stupid Granger, just go."
Angrily, she lunches for the doorknob again, pulling as hard as she can. Shaking and turning as she pulls, I'm almost afraid for the doorknob, as it is now under the wrath of Granger.
I don't normally feel sorry for inanimate things, but now at this very moment, I do.
" See, its broken."
" No its because your just a stupid weak girl." I push her out of the way ignoring the repulsed 'excuse me?' and do my own version of the Granger-doorknob dance. Only I think mine is much more refined.
"Shit! We're locked in." I say through clenched teeth. " Alfie must have done this on purpose. Bloddy hell!"
"You're an asshole!" she says coldly again.
"You know that's getting kind of repetitive…What he hell is your problem, I'm not happy about our predicament either…"
"You're such a chauvinistic idiot…"
"No I'm not… and stop with the insults little lady."
"You are too… calling me a stupid weak girl. You know, I take more offense to that than you calling me a mudblood."
"Oh come on, get over it." I wave my hand at her. Really her whining is starting to get on my nerves.
" Get over it? Well screw you Malfoy, you have no idea blah blah blah blah de blah de blah…." That all I hear as I walk towards the kitchen to grab a crumpet or something. I need some food.
And maybe a drink.
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