Chapter One | Beautiful Hatred
Natalie
I knew Draco well and one of the things I knew about him was that he could sleep for a long, long time. It wondered me like it wondered most people as to why the hell we were friends, like really – I'm a Ravenclaw, he's a Slytherin. I'm popular (not my opinion), he's not. I'm actually liked by the people in Gryffindor and Draco? He's hated by just about everyone who isn't a damn Slytherin. Draco is an A class bully, but that didn't piss me off since I can really get catty, like a few weeks before school ended for the summer I got into a bitch fight with some lame Hufflepuff. Nice? Definitely.
Draco slowly opened his eyes, a small but still somewhat warm smile spreading slowly across his face. I smiled softly back at him as I waited for him to sit up. His soft blue/grey eyes looked up at me for a few seconds before he started to sit up; I loved his eyes, they seemed so . . . Draco. They were stormy, mysterious yet beautiful and irresistible all the same. Exactly like Draco.
"How long have you been watching me?" Draco asked. He didn't seem bothered or anything, so that was a good thing. Arguing with Draco is not agood idea, especially if it's outside his house.
"Not too long. Anyway, what should we do? We could go into the town and get coffee or something as long as you try to sound muggle, only if you want to, obviously," I answered, helping Draco to his feet.
"Sure, let me just tell my parents and -" Draco replied before I interrupted.
"Just go. They won't miss you, like really; do you even think they know you're here right now?" I sighed before taking Draco's hand and dragging him away from his house.
"Is this how a muggle teenage boy would spend their weekend or summer? Going down to coffee shops and other random shops in the shopping mall in town with some totally rebellious girl who for some idiot reason they're friends with?" Draco asked me once we turned the corner and started heading towards the town centre.
I laughed at the way Draco had described me. Me, rebellious? Um, I don't think so. He's the hot ass Slytherin, not me. I'm the hot ass goody girl Ravenclaw.
"Yes, that's exactly what they do. They go shopping with their hot-as-hell friend who they know is a much better person than them and they wonder why the hell they haven't even kissed them once in their whole entire life," I replied, probably sounding like some pathetic flirty twelve year old, not a fourteen year old who's just joking idiotically, "What are you thinking right now, Draco?"
"I'm thinking about how you described yourself as hot. I'm thinking about how much it kills me to say I totally agree with your self centred description of yourself. But I really don't wonder why I haven't kissed you yet. I know the answer to that – you're my friend, not my lover," Draco pathetically babbled. He looked embarrassed . . . he never looks embarrassed.
"You don't even have a lover, unless you count that lovesick brat Pansy who no one could even possibly want as a lover, so I don't know what you're babbling on about. I'd be a great girlfriend. I'm attractive, nice, bitchy, popular, intelligent and I have nice hair. What don't I have that a guy could possibly want?" I confidently proclaimed. Nobody else was around to judge my false high opinion of myself as we headed into the shopping mall, so that was an upside to our conversation.
"You're short. That's what you don't have, height. Guys like tall girls, but I guess you're cute rather than sexy. And no, Pansy doesn't count as a lover. She's a pathetic lovesick admirer who should suck herself," Draco laughed before he grabbed my hand and lead me into Starbucks.
I decided not to answer Draco, but to look where to sit instead. There was hardly anyone in Starbucks apart from about a group of ten year olds sitting around one of those tables with the rounded sofa-seat things circling it. I remember how I used to sit there with my friends when I was about ten (yes, ten year olds like coffee. It really isn't that odd) before I found out I was a witch. My parents went insane when they found out I had to go to Hogwarts but I was somewhat relieved that I didn't have to stay in their company anymore. They were so . . . old. They're like 60 now.
"Let's sit over there, in the corner," Draco said really loudly, pointing over to the table for two people which had seats in the shapes of hearts. I looked around, trying to figure out why the hell he might be saying it so loudly since there was only some ten year olds in here when I saw Harry and Ron standing in the doorway. Since when did they live round here?