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Night 5
I look down at the note Malfoy gave me in Potions:
Granger,
Meet me behind Hagrid's hut at 11. Make sure no one sees you. I'll meet you there.
Malfoy
I sigh and look down at my watch. It's going on 12 now. I fold my arms and huff. The fucking prat set me up! Then I hear something in the woods. I drawl out my wand. "Who is there?" I ask. Ok that was possibly the stupidest thing to say. I've seen the muggle horror films and I know that's a set up for 'come and get me!'
The rustling in the woods gets louder and something hops out at me. Whatever it is, it throws me on the ground and pins me there. I scream and the something covers my mouth. It was one of the scarier things at Hogwarts. It was Malfoy.
"You fucking Mudblood. Hagrid was coming out of his fucking house and here you are squealing like a fucking schoolgirl." He quietly growls.
I roll my eyes. "If you haven't checked. I am a schoolgirl." I snap.
He gives me an evil smirk with his blond locks in his eyes. "I think I'm checking now." He taunts.
My face pales when I feel my body reacting to his words and realizing that he's on top of me. Then I felt something poking me. I might have never fooled around with anyone before, but I can guess what that is.
Malfoy doesn't look fazed. He grins now and grinds against me. "Your enjoying this, aren't you?" he asks.
"GET OFF OF ME!"
Malfoy covers my mouth and glares at me. "Stop that you bloody wanker! Your going to get us caught." He snaps. He pulls himself off of me and dusts him off. I look up at him with disgust and my knees bent. "Granger, don't spread your legs like that. You've got a skirt on and it makes you look like a whore." He looks down. I close my legs quickly and stand. "Pink panties. Very girly. I never would of thought you could act like a girl."
I blush and look away. I hate to admit it, pink really doesn't suit how I act. "Why did you drag me out here? If anyone finds out that I'm out here instead of the hallways, I'll get in so much trouble." I say.
"I've got a plan."
I roll my eyes. "And your point?"
"Your helping me, right?"
I nod. "Just tell me already. I think you only like throwing me against things and making me flustered." I say before I catch myself. My eyes widen and I throw a hand up to cover my mouth.
Malfoy's eyebrows raise. "So, I make you flustered? How cute." He taunts.
"Just tell me the fucking plan!"
His eyes mock me. He reaches over and pinches my cheek. "Mudblood is such a virgin to being intimate with someone." He says. I smack his hand away and glare at him.
"If you don't tell me now, I'm leaving and I'm telling Dumbledore." I snap.
He groans and rolls his eyes. "Sorry if I hit a soft spot." He says, annoyed and bored. "Well heres what your going to do. Blaise tells me that he's seen Pansy hanging around with a Ravenclaw. They hang out in Gryffindor hallways. I figured since your usually in the halls there you could, you know, watch out for them."
I fold my arms. "What's in it for me?"
He pats my head. "The joys of helping out one of your peers." He says. "What did you think you where getting?"
I look down at the ground, blushing. "I dunno." I say. I should of known nothing was in it for me.
He sighs stressfully. "Well, what the fuck do you want?" He asks.
"Ron."
He gags. I glare at him.
"Come on, Granger. I could help you have whoever the bloody hell you want and you want Weasley!" He says.
I nod. "You could have whoever you want and you go for Parkinson." I shoot at him.
He growls but he doesn't respond. I smirk. I've got him there. He stomps his foot. "I'll try." He grumbles.
I smile. Yay! Were silent for a few minutes. "Malfoy, why where you late?" I ask.
"I wasn't late."
I glare at him. "Your note said to meet here at 11 and you showed up at 12." I bark at him.
He smirks. "I got here at 10 but I passed out in the woods. If your loud mouth didn't wake my arse up, I probably would of slept there all night."
I look down at my watch. "Malfoy, it's going on 12:30. I think I'd better go." I say.
"Yeah. I don't want to be caught around you." he says. Then the evil smirk comes onto his face. "Unless they caught us in a awkward position."
I give him a look of disgust. "That is sick and you'll never catch me with you like that ever!" I sneer.
He leans down, looking me straight in the eyes. "I beg to differ." He whispers. I feel my body reacting again and what I feel freaks me out. I'm wet.
I blush and I break the stare. "Um, I've gotta go. I'll see you tomorrow night." I say, jogging away. I've gotta stop letting this happen to me! It has to be a lust thing. Or maybe I'm trying to cling to the next thing that I can find to help me get over Ron. Yeah. That's it. Because there is no way in bloody hell I'll ever be attracted to an arsehole like that.