Chapter eight: so this is where our story begins.

Oh for god's sake! Why do I never seem to have any luck? I mean first of all, I've gone and landed myself in detention with Malfoy, of all people. Secondly, it's in the forbidden forest, as some 'creepy' things are lurking near the unicorns. Thirdly, I have to go to a dance. Wearing a dress. With heels. Great.

Anyways, first of all I'll explain to you how I got detention with the most idiotic boy of the century, shall I?

"I SWEAR TO GOD MALFOY, IF YOU THROW ONE MORE HORNED SLUG AT ME, I'M GOING TO MURDER YOU!" I screamed, as the horned slug Malfoy had just thrown at me fell to the ground with a plop.

"Oh really?" Malfoy smirked, raising his eyebrows, his hand reaching towards another horned slug.

"DON'T YOU DAR-" I bellowed as a horned slug hit me square in the face, "UGH!"

"MALFOY YOU ARE DEAD." I said chasing him around the potions classroom, knocking cauldrons onto the floor, books to fly and ingrediants to spill all over the floor. "What is the meaning of this nonsense? Mr Malfoy? Miss Longbottom? DETENTION! The forbidden forest, with Hagrid!" Slughorn bellowed. Oh great.

The rest of the day progressed painfully slow, if I'm incredibly honest. And before I knew it, I found myself walking to Hagrid's cabin in the pouring rain. "Hey, Longbottom! Wait up!" I heard the familiar drawl call to me. I froze, instinctively. Malfoy quickly catches up to me, walking next to me, his hood covering his face. I can't help but think that in this hazy, misty light that he looks literally perfect. His blonde hair falling perfectly in his eyes under his hood, his pale face with almost invisible freckles over the bridge of his nose, his quidditch muscle arms, broad shoulders and beautiful eyes, smouldering grey orbs, which until tonight I had no idea that they had flecks of brown in the centre. I suppose he was beautiful. Omg, lucie what are you saying?

Told you, you were attracted to him!

Oh, for merlin's sake, not you again. Can't you just leave me alone?

No, obviously not. Trust me, being stuck with you isn't a ray of sunshine either, sweetheart. Get over it.

Shut up, you depressing cow.

Fine, pathetic bitch.

Oh! GODRIC HELP ME! Right calm down, lucie. Say something to him, it's getting incredibly awkward here, you've just been staring at him for 5 minutes straight- admiring him, say something you gargoyle?

"So, Malfoy.." I sighed, looking at my slightly muddy black doc martens, as we continue to trudge to Hagrid's. "Yes, Longbottom?" He drawls, not even looking at me.

"I was wondering." I said nonchalantly, "Why must you constantly annoy me?"

"It's fun, Longbottom." He states simply, to which I reply with a scoff. And once again we lapse into silence.

By the time we reach Hagrid's the rain has gotten heavier, Malfoy knocks on the door twice, and turns towards the grounds looking at something in the distance. "Wha' are ya lookin' at Malfoy?" Hagrid booms from the door, holding his trusty cross bow and his bloodhound Frank || at his ankles, drooling all over his boots. Malfoy turns around elegantly, "Oh nothing. Just thought I saw something.."

"All righ'" Hagric mutters, "Righ', stick close to me, there's 'orrible things lurking in the forest, we're hunting a werewolf- accordin' to the centaurs it's a nasty beast, seems to talk to itself.. We need to hunt the beast and capture it.. Got that?"

I gulped, "yes sir.." Malfoy said, his eyes closed.

Not very good, I knowL

But I've left it on a bit of a cliffy, sorreh. I'm busyyy!

Update soon.

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Caittttttyyy.

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