"It's nothing," I said, smirking at it. "You need a name, don't you?" It nodded at me. "Well... you like to cause pain and havoc to Malfoy, I see. So an appropriate name would be 'Blair Jr.'... but let's just call you... Mayhem," It nodded some more in excitement. I liked him. He seemed to like me, too. I reminded myself to thank Hagrid; I now had a tormenting-Malfoy-partner. Mayhem snuggled up beside me and purred some more. We decided to forget the day's events and fall asleep...
"Blair, are you ready yet!" complained Lola. It was the next day, November 1st, and Lola, Malfoy, his two lugheads, and I, were going out together for our Hogsmeade trip. I was in the washroom getting ready, and apparently, I was taking too long.
"I only got in here a couple minutes ago!" I said. I put on a small bit of eyeliner, brushed my hair and teeth, then sprayed on some perfume. That was it. Then I walked outside and gave Lola a smile.
"C'mon chicka, my baby's waiting for me," she said dreamily. I groaned. A whole day with Malfoy. Excellent. We walked down the steps and Lola stepped instantly in front of me to get a better view of Malfoy. I chuckled behind her.
"You look wonderful today, Draco," she told him, hinting at him to comment about how 'wonderful' she looked today, too.
"Yeah," he grunted. She looked disappointed, but gave him a long, passionate kiss anyways.
That's always a problem when training dogs. If you reward them for bad behaviour, they'll do it over and over again. Lola needs to learn how to train her Malfoy. And perhaps keep him on a leash.
Not to mention clean up after him after he shi-
"Are we gonna go or what?" said Malfoy, interrupting my thoughts. Crabbe and Goyle grunted, and with that we were off to Hogsmeade, to start a day which I had a feeling would suck majorly.
God save me!
"This place sucks," said Malfoy. We were at a small coffee shop in Hogsmeade that just opened, called 'Beans'. It was a nice little place to be, I was actually enjoying myself. There was a stage to the right side of it, where currently a young man was playing acoustic guitar and singing a love song that he dedicated to some girl that was sitting, drinking coffee, and blushing. The atmosphere was comforting and friendly. I liked it.
Note to self: Come here in the future.
"GET OFF THE STAGE!" yelled Malfoy. Crabbe and Goyle smirked at each other, then at Malfoy, as if he just accomplished something great.
"Shut up, Malfoy, I think it's cute!" I said. He rolled his eyes at me.
"Goyle. Wand," He stated simply. Goyle handed Malfoy his wand, as Malfoy smirked. He waved it and muttered a spell. Some coffee that a waitress was serving to a customer flew up in the air and poured over the acoustic-guitar-playing boy. I gasped.
"Malfoy, you prat!" was all I could say. The boy dropped his guitar suddenly and started hopping around the stage, yelping. The girl he was singing to ran onstage instantly and helped him. "I can't believe you just did that. What did that boy do to you? You such an asshole! Lola, do something!" Lola shrugged at me.
"He was rather horrible," she said. Yeah, right. She just didn't want to go against Malfoy. Eugh, I swear to God I will strangle you both!
I walked out of the cafe in a hurry, wanting desperately to get away from Malfoy.
"Blair, where are you going?" said Lola, grabbing my arm.
"Away from that inconciderate cockroach!" I said. He just made me so angry.
"Listen, Blair, I'm sorry you don't like him... but he means a lot to me... and someday soon... you'll be the Maid of Honour at our wedding..." she said with a kind smile. I looked at her bluntly.
"He Doesn't. Want. To Marry. You," I said. "For the last time. He wants to bang you, then leave you. You think 'cause he's The Slytherin King that he's some big catch. But look at him, Lola. Is he really all that special?"
Draco stared her down with those blue eyes, at winked at her seductively.
"Yes! Look at that. How can you say that isn't sexy!" he said, smiling brightly.
Damn him.
"I meant look at him on the inside. He treats you like crap. He treats other people like crap. He-"
"Stop. Just. Stop," she said. "I've had enough of your complaining, and I understand why you're jealous, but-"
"JEALOUS?" I said, outraged. "JEALOUS!"
"Yeah. It's fine though, I understand. Most girls are..."
"I'M NOT JEALOUS!"
"You sound pretty jealous to me. But it's okay, though," she said.
"Yeah, it's okay if you're jealous," said Malfoy, smirking at me. I gave him a stern look.
"I'm not jealous. Why would I want you, you stupid, ignorant, inconciderate, conceited, son of a-"
"AHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
We looked over at Lola, who now lay on the ground, covered in mud. I rushed to her aid, trying to help her up, as Draco just stood there.
"If you think I'm getting these robes muddy, you're more stupid than I thought," he said. I rolled my eyes at him. I'm surprised Lola hasn't slapped him already. I think sometime I'll have to do her the favour.
"Jackass," I said in a low tone, putting Lola's arm around my shoulder to help her walk. "At least get one of your slaves to do it," I said. He commanded Goyle to help, and Goyle put Lola's other arm around his shoulder. "I think my leg's broken!" she whined. "I BROKE MY LEG! AH!"
"Shhh," I said, trying to calm her down. "We'll get you to the hospital wing as quick as possible, don't worry," We limped our way back to Hogwarts, which was a very unpleasant experience. So much whining from Lola and Malfoy! Maybe they are the perfect couple.
"Tsk tsk, what have we here?" scolded Madame Pomfrey.
"Lola-"
"I BROKE MY LEG!" she yelled. I smiled at her sympathetically and turned back to Madame Pomfrey.
"Lola slipped in the mud and hurt herself," I finished.
"Right then, I'll have to examine her leg. It may take a while," said Madame Pomfrey with a kind smile. Malfoy groaned. Goyle slapped her down on the nearest hospital bed. "She sprained her ankle," said Madame Pomfrey in a matter of seconds.
"Did it kill you to wait that long?" I muttered to Malfoy. He merely smirked. I hate that smirk. HATE!
"It's not just a sprained ankle... I BROKE MY LEG!" she yelled again.
"Nope, you sprained your ankle. It looks pretty bad though, I'd advise you not to walk on it,"
"I CAN'T WALK ANYWAYS! I BROKE MY LEG!" she yelled once more. Madame Pomfrey sighed and turned to me again, ignoring Lola's wails. "Unfortunately, we're out of the potion that fixes this, so I'll have to keep her here a few days until our shipment comes. Once we get it delivered, we'll give it to her, and she'll be as good as new and walking again," she said. I nodded.
"Will you at least stay here with her until she gets better?" I asked Malfoy. He snorted.
"Crabbe, Goyle. Stay here with her for me," he commanded. They grunted in approval and sat beside Lola's bed. Malfoy and I walked out of the Hospital Wing, him with a smug smirk on his face, and me with a face of disgust and disapproval.
"I can't believe you won't even stay with your own girlfriend," I said.
"I can't believe all throughout the day you haven't stopped bitching," he said.
"I can't believe all throughout the day you've been nothing but rude,"
"Well I can't believe all throughout the day you've been denying that you have a secret lust for me,"
"Excuse me?"
"Yeah. I can see it in your eyes. I know you want me," he said with a smirk. My eyes narrowed in anger.
"For the last time - I don't like you. Infact, I hate you," I said.
"Yeah, yeah,"
"I can't believe you treat Lola like that. I'm surprised she hasn't left you already," I said. There was a long pause, a break of awkward stillness. I didn't really notice it, since I was so pissed off. We continued to walk in silence up the stairs, getting much closer to the common room, when he finally said something. Something very... surprising.
"I'm sorry,"
"Don't say sorry to me... you should say sorry to Lola," I said.
"No, not for that... for, er, saying that stuff about your mom yesterday," he said. I gave him an odd look. Malfoy? Apologizing? "I wasn't thinking clearly," I shrugged slowly, I still couldn't comprehend why he was being... nice.
"It's fine... don't worry about it,"
"But, you deserved something rude like that," he came back. "You were being a real bitch," I heaved out a huge sigh. Just when I thought Malfoy had a decent heart, he said something stupid that just convinced me his heart was cold as ice.
"And you should have better control of that ugly thing of yours," he said. I gave him an angry look, wanting nothing more in the world than to slap him across the face. Hard.
"You're giving me that look again," he said flatly.
"What look?"
"That one that tells me you want me," he said, raising his eyebrows. He muttered the password and disappeared into the common room, but not before flashing me that devilish smirk of his. That smirk.
The one that always made me want to vomit.
Oh, God, I hate that smirk...