We get in place that night, waiting for Malfoy. Once we hear his faint footsteps, I give the signal.
"Tonight was great, Harry. I had a lot of fun."
Right on cue, Malfoy turns the corner just in time to see Harry and I in a passionate lip lock.
"What the fuck?"
Harry and I break apart and look surprised.
"What's going on here?" he demands.
"Oh, it's you, Malfoy," I scoff.
"Potter! What are you doing with Simmons?!"
"We're dating," he states.
"That's bullshit. Why would she ever get with you when she can be with me?"
"I don't know, Malfoy," Harry says sarcastically. "Maybe it's because you're a git."
"You don't own me, Malfoy. I don't even like you," I add.
"The girl has spoken," Harry points out protectively.
"We'll see about that." Malfoy reaches for my arm roughly, but Harry whacks his hand away.
"Don't you dare touch her!"
"Cute. Now, Simmons and I need to talk."
"I can handle the oaf," I whisper in Harry's ear. He feels slightly reassured.
Malfoy gets seriously annoyed, grabs my arm again and drags me a little down the hall.
We turn a corner and he slaps me across the face. "You bitch!" he yells at me.
"You bastard!" I kick him where it counts. He gets over the shock quicker than I would have expected and he pins me to the wall.
"You really didn't want to do that."
"Oh, yes, I did."
"Mr. Malfoy." We turn to see Harry and Professor Snape. "Report to Professor McGonagal's office immediately. Although, I would like to talk to you about this picture."
Malfoy pulls me close and puts his head next to mine. "One of these days, Simmons, you'll be begging for me." His breath tickles my neck.
"Now!" Snape snaps at him.
"You wish," I tell Malfoy as he stands beside him.
"I swear, Simmons," he vows as Snape grabs his upper arm and drags him away. "You will rue the day you decided to mess with me!"
"Thanks. You're a brilliant actor," I say thankfully to Harry as Malfoy is dragged around the corner.
One day, Erica and I were walking down the hall, when Malfoy's cold voice drawls, "Well, well, well, if it isn't Simmons and her Siamese twin, Stanhope." We turn around to see him and his gang of Slytherins snickering. Two can play at this game.
"Shouldn't you be torturing a frightened first year, Malfoy?"
"But torturing you is so much more fun. I actually - well, no. I don't have a challenge." The people behind him cracked up.
"You know what else is easy? Smashing your head like a Halloween pumpkin."
"We know you wouldn't do that."
"Oh, yes," I say pulling out my wand swiftly. "I really would."
"Oooh," he moans, trying to sound regretful. He merely sounds forced. He shakes his head like a disappointed mother. "You know I can't hit a girl."
"Aww. Wittle Malfoy afwaid?" The crowd "ooh"ed (like in the 3rd movie in Care of Magical Creatures with Harry & Malfoy) at my remark, waiting for Malfoy to make an even better comeback.
"No," he says hurriedly. "You want me to be a gentleman, don't you?" he recovered, bowing.
"Too late. You dropped that title in my mind when I saw you practically shagging Pansy." Pansy smirked, I sneered, Erica and the gang of Slytherins snickered, and Malfoy blushed with a mix of anger and embarrassment. He quickly regains his composure.
"Well, no one asked you to be there."
"Actually, they did. It was you…when we were dating!"
"Speaking of dating, how are you and Potter? I thought you hated each other. Tell me; was it a mask for love?"
I'm supposed to pretend I like Harry as more than an accomplice, so I play the protective card. I act like rage engulfed me and I stomp straight over to him and place my wand tip on his throat, underneath his chin. "Don't. Mess. With. Me."
"Collette," Erica whispered, placing her hand on my shoulder. "You don't have to this. Malfoy isn't worth it."
"Erica, stay out of this," I say, never taking my eyes off of him. Aren't I a wonderful actress?
"Yes. Let's see what Simmons has up her sleeve," Malfoy challenges.
"Don't make me remind you one of the reasons why our families are friends." His eyes nervously flicker to my left arm, where we both know the Dark Mark lies.
"You wouldn't."
"I would. Now, get. The fuck. Away."
"Fine, but I'll be back." He gently pushes my hand aside.
"Not if you know what's good for you."
"Was that a threat?" Malfoy asks getting as close to me as physically possible.
"You know damn well it was," I whisper in his face. He pretends to give me a once over, but I see by the lust and broken-heartedness in his eyes that he desperately wants me back.
He suddenly grabs my shoulders and puts head next to mine. "You will be mine, whether you like it or not. One of these days, you'll be begging for me. Have fun with Potter." Malfoy roughly releases his hold. He turns around and walks away with his crew without another word.