Chapter 8 - I was lied to

"Shit," I cursed under my breath, running towards the dungeons for my Potions class. Snape was so going to kill me. "Of all lessons to be late..."

Crash!

"Watch it!" someone snapped at me. "Disgusting mudblood."

By now, I was pissed off, my books were all over the hallway, and I have bruised kneecaps. I glared at the Slytherin. "It's not my fault that you are half blind yourself," I shot back testily, and began bending down to collect my belongings. "Idiot."

"Who are you calling an idiot, bitch?" he spat, pulling me up by the collar of my robes. "Apologise at once."

I sneered at him. "Who are you to make me?" I challenged.

Before I knew it, he had me pinned against the wall, his hands on each side of me. "If you weren't a mudblood, I would have been interested," he mused.

"Let me go," I growled, trying to find air that was not polluted by Slytherins to breathe in.

His lips came crushing down on mine, catching me by surprise. As if it had shocked me into my senses, I suddenly had the strength to push him away. "What the hell are you trying to do?"

He narrowed his eyes, making me wonder if this was the first time a girl rejected him. "You are just a useless bitch," he said, although I wasn't sure if that sentence was said to convince me or him. "Who don't even know she is being used by Flint for a dare."

"Liar," I said immediately, giving an Avada Kedavra glare. "Marcus would never do that to me."

He laughed, and I noticed his hand had reached into his robes to take out his wand. "Cru-"

"Now, now, Wollem," a voice drawled from a distance. Marcus sauntered towards out. "Spouting curses in the hallway? You're losing your touch."

Marcus's housemate merely laughed. "You are taking this dare too seriously, Flint," he told him as if it was truly amusing. I narrowed my eyes. I could see nothing hilarious in this situation.

Marcus's eyes widened, and he quickly shot me a look which I pretended not to notice. "Go to class, Wollem, before I take away Slytherin's points."

As 'Wollem' walked away from us, I all but ignored Marcus and stalked towards the dungeons.

"Well?"

Marcus sighed in exasperation. "Well what?" he asked for the eighth time.

I finally gave up and asked him. "What of the dare? What was... Wollem talking about?"

He avoided my eyes and looked at our cauldron instead. We were partners again for today's experiment. "Pass the unicorn hair."

I gave it to him. "Are you going to tell me or not?" I asked again, losing patience fast.

"Aw, you know Swollen Wollem," Marcus said, again trying to avoid the subject. "He talks rubbish half the time."

"And what of the other time?" I shot back. "So it's true then? Are you using you?"

He looked uncomfortable then.

"I trusted you!" I yelled, flinging the jar of cockroach feelers at him. "How could you-?"

"Fifteen points from Ravenclaw!" Snape shouted over the din I was making. He smirked. "If you two would like to have a lover's spat, please do it outside."

I ignored Snape, and shot Marcus a look. After that, I said no more.

"I'm so glad you passed the auditions!" Cho enthused. "Now we get to see you play at the performance."

I forced a smile on my face as we made our way to Gladrags Wizardwear to get evening gowns for the event. Today, Professor Dumbledore had announced that fifth years and up were allowed to go to Hogsmeade this whole week to purchase gowns for the concert. I had with me Chang Ling's money pouch. Normally I would feel bad splurging on someone else's money, but today I was in a bad mood and didn't care.

"This looks good on you, Ling," Cho said, pointing at the black gown on the mannequin. "I bet you will look classy in that."

And I did. Without a second thought, I paid for the dress (12 galleons for Lord's sake) and stalked out of the shop, not really noticing that someone behind was staring at me.

[A][N]

In the next chapter... The concert. The dance. The Kiss.

I believe the next chapter is the last. :)