A/N sorry it's short!
I nearly gagged at the sight. Malfoy was right. They were going behind my back. But it didn't make sense. I was pretty positive Parkinson was incapable of love, so the only reason for her is to get at me, but Harry? Why would he do anything like this? I had no idea.
I watched in shock as Parkinson and Harry proceeded to make out. This time I did gag. I looked to Malfoy, who looked like he was going to throw up as well.
"Not a sight I wanted to see today." He whispered. I nodded in agreement, a disgusted expression stuck on my face. I couldn't believe that I have kissed those lips. The same ones Parkinson may have been slobbering over only moments before. I heard heavy breathing and I forced myself to look over to them again.
"So when are you going to tell me what Malfoy is up to?" Harry asked. I balled up my fists. He cared more about proving Malfoy a death eater than our damn relationship. I would've walked out there and punched him, but I knew that was what Parkinson would want, so I decided to wait until later. But I swore next time I saw him I'd murder that boy. It doesn't matter if he's supposed to kill Voldemort. I'll kill that bastard, too.
"I will tomorrow, I promise, Harry-kins." Parkinson pouted. If she thought biting her lip made her look cute, she was dead wrong.
"Ugh, fine." Harry looked away in disappointment, his eyes grazing over Draco and I's hiding place. I stiffened, praying he didn't see us. We got lucky. He didn't even double-take.
"Please don't be mad!" Pug-face whined, rubbing her boobs on my boyfriend.
"I'm not." He lied, bringing his attention back to her. He sighed, "Just make sure you don't lose him tonight, okay?" She nodded and smiled in a way that was sickly sweet, even fake. But apparently Harry was too dumb to notice how stupidly phony the smile was.
They left the room and I let out a deep breath that I didn't know I was holding. It was then I realized how painfully close I was to Malfoy in the little hideaway. I forced myself out, smashing Malfoy's face in the process.
"I don't have time for you," I spat, "I have a "Chosen One" to murder." The blonde chuckled in a way that said "you're stupid". I turned back to him. "What?"
"Look, as much as I hate Potter, your plan is really shitty." He smirked.
"Oh? And do you have a better one?" I countered. By the look on his face I could tell he did.
"I'm surprised you haven't thought about it yet." He snickered. "Maybe you're more ignorant than I thought." I balled my fists at my sides.
"Yeah, well enlighten me, Drakey." I snapped, using an annoying nickname.
"Alright, Josephine." I had to use all of my willpower not to kill him right there. "You heard Potter, didn't you? Pansy is following me tonight."
"Your point?" I pressed, wanting him to get to the point before I got sent to Azkaban for using the Cruciatus Curse, if not the Killing Curse, on him. If that happened there was a chance I might get roomed with his father, who would either kill me or congratulate me. I'd hope for the latter.
"What if Potter got some information he wasn't expecting?" Upon seeing my clueless expression, he continued, "Come on, Dorain, you have to have at least some Slytherin in you. Think." My eyes widened in realization.
"Oh."
"Geez. For being you, you sure are naïve as fuck." He smirked. I glared at him. It was a brilliant plan, mind you. It would get back and Harry, and Parkinson's plan would backfire, too. I nodded.
I couldn't believe it.
I was in alliance with Draco Malfoy.