To Live with Decite, Or Die for Honor

Chapter 4:

Wrong Move

" Oh," she blushed across her face and I just stood waiting for her answer. "Ya, I guess. I have herbology. In like …Greenhouse 3 or something…"

"Ya I have that class too! Come with me, but quickly, or else we'll be late, and well…Sprout isn't the type of teacher to let lates go."

"Ok," and she followed after me in a quickened pace.

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She wouldn't say a single word, but she did cough once. She was gorgeous, and she was a slytherin. I had it in my mind to win her over with my devinaire charm, and bicepts. I could imagine her, swooning over me, with her friends, her new friends who I'm sure she would make in due time, even if she was shy. I decided that the silence was a bit horrible...and I realised I didn't even know this girl's name! How rude of me.

I stopped right where I was, and she must have been staring at the ground because she almost ran into me, " I'm afraid I do not know your name, young miss. And I do believe that I, being your Prefect, will need that sort of information." with that last comment, I gave her a little wink.

The look on her face was something to contemplate. It didn't seem that she liked the wink; she seemed kind of frightened, maybe a bit confused, even though she did blush a litte, turning her already pink cheeks, pinker. I quickly decided not to pull another move like that for a little while.

"My name is, Emily. Thank you for taking that into consideration."

"Oh, so you do speak English, I was afraid that you might not speak that much, and perhaps could only speak; French is what they speak in Canada, correct?"

Her face went from pink, to bright red, " N - no, I speak fluent English thank you, and French is the second language in Canada, English is the first, I just dont feel I need to talk to some one I just met, especially you, Mr. Malfoy, who is not only the first boy to actually try and ask me out, but you are a very confident one at that. Most likely assuming that, I, the 'lost' and "confused' ", she would ephasise those words by softening them up and bending her knees a bit at each word , "extange student who needs 'guidence' and help finding people to hang out with would fall for you, the kind young boy who shows her around? Thank you Mr. Malfoy but I will advise you to keep your winking to yourself from now on, in my presence." and with that she sped up, past me with her head bowed.

I kind of just sat there, then realising that it would look rediculous if I continued to do so, thererfore, I closed my open jaw, and quickly sped up to her, I could fix this, I was Draco Malfoy, and I can get exactly what I want, even if denied once, I can prove myself. Her little comment hit my pride a bit, but I was ready to forget that, to have her by myside.

"Emily, Miss, I'm sorry. I'm so used to girls just fawning over me, that I thought that maybe you would flatter me like that as well, but that may not be the same in Canada." 'That's right you little devil, just keep that up, and she will feel bad for intruding on your traditions, is that what you would call that?'

"You are so used to girls fawning over you because they are mindless and you impudent. Which maybe is the way people fall for eachother here, Mr. Malfoy. But in Canada usually I am not bambarded by boys that are similar to you. Who persist past all imagination to get a girl into bed."

'She is really something, she is definately a slytherin with the bitterness in her voice and the harshness of her words, but why not a hufflepuff, for she is very clever, and didn's the hat say something about Griffindor? Her courage, has yet to come out, how can she have courage, she blushes at everything, this is so weird."

"Well, arn't you going to say something?If not, then we should hurry up because we will be late." I looked up at her, in puzzlment and curiosity, my eyes locked on hers. She had something there, it was hidden, clouded or maybe it was just her makeup, but it made me want to go to her, and tell her everything, maybe a spell, "Well!"

"Don't call me 'Mr. Malfoy'. That is my Father's name. My name is Draco, and I would appriciate it , if you called me as such Miss, Emily. Now as you have pointed out we will be late, so I shall not waste anymore time on this topic. If you will kindly look the right you will see the large greenhouses, and naturally, the first you see is number one..."

There was no use in trying right now, she is stubborn, most likely tired, an besides Mother would be very upset that I would be late on one of the first days of school. So we walked as I explained the greenhouses, with the sun shining over head and the grass below our feet. Other people running into the greenhouses, pushing to get in before the class was ment to start.

"Be careful around those people." I decided to mention about Potter, Weasley and Granger. "Harry Potter the school hero, he does it for the attention, and Weasley his father works at the Minsistry of Magic as a Muggle Artifacts Investigator, and Hermonie Granger, a flithly mudblood wtih a big brain, and a hard punch." remembering the devistating blow she had given me a few years ago.

It wouldn't have been half as devistating if she wouldn't have hit me hard enough to push me backwards and hit the wall behind me, that is what hurt the most, not the hit itself. I could not possibly be injured by a mudblood who was a complete know-it-all. Know-it-alls dont have any physical powers only brain powers because they have loser friends, and no boyfriends. Perfect definition of Granger. The girl with nothing to preoccupy her time, and so she spends all her time cramming that fuzzy head of hers with knowledge. Bitch.

Before I could turn around, I heard a rather odd noise errupt beside me, something I hadn't heard all summer, so it was almost like I had forgotten what it sounded like, laughter, something I don't often do because of something funny, but more often because I have a reason to believe that is expected at certain times. For example, when Weasley, Ron; got a howler, from his mother, some people just sat there, whilst I was the first to laugh at his misfourtune. Laughing at your enemy's mishaps and unfourtunate events just seems like it should happen. Expected.

"You got beat up by a girl, and girls still fawn over you! OH now! Now, I'm enjoying myself. " and she continued to giggle as I felt my own face light up, and with my pale complexion, blushing wasn't a good idea.

"Y- You got it all wrong! My ex-girlfriend got beat up and had a really bad bruse on her face. Bloody Hell, you think that I would even let a girl hit me? No. I'm not that pathetic." ending that with a smirk then holding the door open for her.

She turned her head to me, and I saw her smile a smile that fit her face, and it wasn't a smile of edicit. It was a real smile. And it was gorgeous, "Sure, I believe you..." and she went ahead of me giggling to herself. And before I went inside the greenhouse to endure this class my Mother preferred, I caught myself smiling, not smirking, smiling. I shook my head, and entered with my usual stone face, and with a confidence in my step to keep up the family name.

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