After dinner that night you were walking down the hallway when you saw Draco walking your way. 'eww, oh great!' you thought to yourself. Draco approached you. "Well, hello hello hello." Draco said, looking you up and down. 'there he goes again. What's with that?' you thought. You gave him a anoyed look. "What do you want?" You crossed your arms. "Well," Draco said. "No need to be rude." You rolled your eyes. "Whatever" you said. 'she wants me!' Draco thought to himself. Draco nodded like this was something that you had a point at. Than quickly he grabbed your arm. "What the hell?" You said. Draco pulled you outside. He pulled you outside. "Knock it off! Let go of me, creep!" You said. You kicked him as he pulled you. When you did that he turned around. He tackled you to the ground. He sat on your hips. He pinned your arms down.
"What in the hell are you doing?" You shouted. Draco laughed. "You are so cute when you're shocked." He said. Your heart started pounding. "Draco," You said sweetly. "Get off of me right now." Draco shook his head. "Don't act like you don't like this. This is right. We were meant for each other. Don't fight it." He said. You sighed. You tried to roll over, to get him off of you so you could get up. But your couldn't move your arms, let alone your hips or body. Draco laughed. "Honey, you don't think that I look so nice because I'm all fat? I've been working out." "Ok," you said sarcastically. "Just get off of me." Draco shook his head. "I have other plans." You felt something hard press against your stomach. "OH GROSS!" You screamed. Draco smiled. He leaned foward and kissed you. You shook you head, trying to somehow break free of the kiss.
He forced your moth open with his tongue, and slid it inside you mouth. You bit down on it. He broke free. "I said, DON'T FIGHT IT!" Draco shouted. Then you felt a hard smack against your face.
"I thought you hated 'mudbloods'. Why don't you go bother someone who is a pure blood like yourself?" You shouted. "I don't want to bother anyone but you. For you, I could make an acception." You tried to roll over again. "GET OFF OF ME ASSHOLE!" you shouted. Draco slapped you. SLAP "I SAID" SLAP "DON'T"SLAP "FIGHT" SLAP "IT!" SLAP SLAP SLAP You looked up at Draco after he brought his hand down and pinned your hand down again. A single tear streaked down your face. "Why not just kill me?" You whispered. Draco looked hurt. "Don't talk like that, sweetie. I'll change your mind." He leaned his head in and licked your tear off your face. You shivered. "Stop it. Leave me alone. Just stop." You said. "Just stop." Draco kissed your neck. "Just stop. Please. Stop." Draco kissed you right shoulder. "Just stop, Malfoy. Just stop it." You said. You shoved your shoulder foward to it smacked him in the face. He sat up and looked at you. "How many times do I have to tell you?" Draco said. "How many? 20? 200?" You grinned. "More than that. I will not let you do this to me. Not without a fight. I'd rather die!"
"That, there, is a Griffendor." Harry's voice said. You looked up. Harry and Ron were approaching you two. "Potter!" Draco shouted. Then he looked down at you. You shrugged with a grin on your face. "You bitch. We could have been done by now!" Draco screamed. He slammed his fist into your face. Blood trickled from your lip. "Oh, Draco. Is that all you've got?" With the hand that wasn't pinned down you reached foward and grabbed his neck. He made a wimpy looking face. "Now get off of me." You ordered. Draco fell to a side and wimpered. Harry and Ron were just watching to see what you would do. "Maybe she'll actually kill 'im." Ron whispered hopefully. You put your other hand around his neck.
He laid back, cowering. He got between his spread legs. "Draco Malfoy. If you EVER try something like that on me again, you will be found dead." You said through clenched teeth. Draco nodded. You smacked him in the face, returning the punch. You stood up. You couldn't help yourself, you saw a chance. You kicked him in the groin. "Present for you sweetie." You said before walking off as he rolled to a side holding his package in his hands crying.