The meeting was, well kind of exciting. Jolyn wanted to start Harry's class right at that very moment! But alas, she would have to wait.
Apart from her giving the occasional interrupter a death glare she was paying full attention to what was being said. When it was time to sign up Jolyn did everything but hex someone to be the first person to sign.
As she walked out she noticed the twins had been ridiculously quiet threw out the whole meeting. Shocked, she looked around for the twins, finally seeing them walking away with the golden trio and Ginny, Hermione looking particularly hyped up.
She sighed deeply while watching them walk away. Merlin they were gorgeous, and so thoughtful and nice, and brave, and loyal to what they believed was right.
"So perfect," she breathed out.
"Have a crush on the weasel twins, do you?"
Jolyn rolled her eyes and growled annoyed. "The whole charade of you showing up behind my back or out of my view is really old, Malfoy. You do this every chapter!"
"I only do what the writer tells me to do, love. Besides, you really need to stick to one title for me, the switch between calling me Malfoy and Draco throws me off quiet a bit," he coolly said with hands in his expensive jacket.
Jolyn didn't turn around, but instead started walking as she said, "Fine I will make a permanent name for you. . . . Don't call me love, asshole."
Draco chuckled as he easily fell into step with her thanks to his long strides.
"That wasn't meant as a joke."
"Oh I know. I just find it comical that you are mad at me."
"And what is so bloody comical about me being annoyed, livid, and irritated with you," she corrected, mad wouldn't even begin to explain her mood towards his being at the moment.
"You practically throw yourself at me once you find that I won't throw you to the side without shagging you. And you get mad when I tell you no, you get upset. Then I succumb to your wish, and you deny me of any of that," he said loudly, all threw a chuckle.
Jolyn walked in front of him to stop him, and glared at him. "Would you shut your fat mouth," she hissed, "someone might hear you!"
Draco smirked. "You don't want anyone to know that you're dying to have a piece of the great Malfoy? Hmmm that would be hard to keep a secret."
"Ugh!" Jolyn turned and started to stomp away, not getting far before he fell back into step with her. "This is why I'm so sick of you! Why don't you try something new! Being a prideful asshole with a complex character with a so called nobility and pure blood can only get you so far!" She was yelling now.
Draco was a little taken back by her words. All this time he thought she was just playing cat and mouse game with him, some sort of long term foreplay, but she was honestly, whole heartedly, and truly annoyed and livid with him. And now she was practically running and was yelling very insulting things, which sort of made him mad.
"An act like that doesn't last long, especially when someone has seen what you truly are. A sex obsessed, idiot who can't even finish his own revenge because his hormones are too powerful for him to concentrate.
"If everyone's right about your father being a death eater, he is probably going to want you yourself to become a death eater. Ha, you're going to be the poorest of them all! I wonder if it's a trait from your mother or your father that makes you so distracted by sex?! Slut or man whore?"
They were about to enter the school grounds when Jolyn was roughly pulled back. Pulled back, just to be struck to the ground. "Don't ever speak of my family that way. You are the slut, not my mother! And my father is a noble man! You aren't even worthy enough to speak of him!" Draco yelled, enraged not even close to a definition to his level of anger.
Jolyn wasn't looking at him wide eyed with shock and surprise, or trembling with fear, she knew he had a short temper and knew exactly were she had been pushing him. Instead she was glaring at him.
He stomped ever to where she lay and grabbed her by the shirt and struck her again, as hard as he possibly could with an open hand.
Jolyn knew the bruise that had been starting to disappear, was know going to reappear and more obvious then before.
His chest was heaving as he stood over her, his hair slightly tussled.
The two sat there glaring at each other until finally, he smirked. "Come on," he spoke threw a sinister laugh.
"What?"
"I said," Draco leaned down and grabbed her wrist, ripping her to her feet, "come on!"
Draco pulled her along, ignoring her cries of protest and whimpers. Finally they came to a place completely unfamiliar to her. "Where are we?"
He just smirked and took off his tie. "Wait what are you doing?"
Draco gripped her wrist tighter, pulling her closer to him. "I can't have you know where we're going till we get there, love." He then put the tie around her eyes, before pulling her around blindly, confusing her more then she was.
In some situations this would be a romantic setting. A boy leading a girl somewhere while she is blind folded, so where they are going will be a surprise. This . . . not so much. Some crazed Slytherin was gripping her wrist way too tight, while dragging her threw hallways. Oh ya, and the said Slytherin has just happened to assault her twice, and sexually harassed her.
Then they stopped.
"Pine fresh."
He began to walk again and the sound of his foot steps echoed off the walls differently, like tile floor in a room, instead of wood floor in a hallway.