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Previously:

Once Skye had reached the castle, she headed down to the Dungeons to give Draco a piece of her mind. She was halfway there when she noticed Draco walking with Theodore. The pair was laughing and were blissfully unaware of the fuming redhead.

Oh yes, Skye thought manically. This was going to be fun.

Skye approached her boyfriend silently.

"Having fun?" she asked icily.

Draco jumped and spun around, his eyes wide. Theo turned to his friend.

"I'll catch you later," he said hurriedly.

He rushed off leaving Draco to face his extremely pissed off girlfriend; alone.

"Skye..." Draco began cautiously.

"I don't want to fucking hear it," Skye said, her voice low and dangerous. "I have had the shittest day of my life. It started like shit, it was shit and it's probably going to end like shit as well. I've had to deal with my friends' and sister's problems about their own dates for today, I've had to walk around Hogsmeade by myself because my boyfriend stood me up, I've had to watch my brother making out with Parvati Patil, I've been unable to return to the castle because Teddy wouldn't let me go by myself, and I've had some fucking friend of Teddy's hitting on me. So there is nothing at all you can say that is going to make me feel better."

Draco looked at his girlfriend, anger covering his features. "Who the fuck hit on you?" he asked in a deadly tone. "Cause I hope they're enjoying their last day alive."

"What's it matter?" Skye spat. "Nobody would be hitting on me if you were there with me. But no, Draco Malfoy thinks he's too good to spend a single fucking day at Hogsmeade with his girlfriend."

"I do not think..." Draco began heatedly.

"I don't care what you think right now!" Skye exclaimed angrily. "Because my day was absolute shit because you never showed up."

"I was in detention!" Draco exploded.

"AND YOU COULDN'T TAKE TEN SECONDS TO LET ME KNOW?" Skye yelled, all logical reasoning flying out the window. "Ten seconds would be all it takes. Ten fucking seconds. I guess you don't really care about me after all."

Without any warning, Draco grabbed Skye and spun her round, slamming her back into the wall behind them. His mouth instantly covered Skye's own and his lips moved angrily against her own.

Skye pushed him away, slapping him cleanly across the face.

"Don't even think that you're going to get away with this by doing that," Skye snapped.

Draco took a step forward and pinned Skye against the wall again.

"I fucking love you," he said passionately; his eyes dark with lust. "So don't ever say I don't care about you ever again."

Skye tried to wriggle out of Draco's hold, but he was too strong for her.

"Even if it's true?" she spat venomously.

"If there's a single day in our lives when that becomes true, I'll let you know," Draco muttered darkly before crashing his lips down upon Skye's once more. The kiss lasted a few seconds before Skye pulled away again.

"Fuck you," Skye said angrily, despite her breathlessness. "You fucking stood me up and I don't even get an apology?"

"It wasn't my fault," Draco shot back.

"But you still can't say sorry?" Skye asked incredulously. "Is your pride really more important to you than I am?"

"It wasn't my fucking fault," Draco said again.

"You're a bastard," Skye snarled. "A right fucking..."

Draco's lips once again cut her sentence off. His lips left her mouth and travelled down her neck, biting and sucking on her skin; leaving a trail of fire.

"Fuck," Skye groaned.

She was torn; what Draco was doing felt absolutely amazing, but she wanted to be angry with him for a while longer, she knew she had to be. So, using all of both her physical and her mental strength, Skye pushed Draco away for the third time.

"I'm still pissed off," she said, trying to make her tone angry again. "Still so fucking pissed off at you."

"Whatever," Draco smirked at Skye; still trapping her between the wall and his body.

Skye moved to slap him again, but Draco caught her hands and pinned them above her head.

Skye let out a cat-like hiss of annoyance that was quickly cut off by Draco's lips. It seemed to Skye that Draco was going to keep kissing her until she finally calmed down.

This kiss lasted longer than the others, but Skye still tried to pull away. It seemed, though, that Draco was getting aggravated with Skye's continuous anger. His lips forced Skye's open and that was all it took. Every trace of anger disappeared in the passionate kiss.

When Skye pulled away this time, she was gasping for breath. She didn't start yelling again, or screaming insults. She rested her forehead against Draco's as they both caught their breath.

"I am sorry you know," Draco muttered, so quietly that Skye almost didn't realise that he had said anything.

"I'm sorry, what?" Skye asked. "I didn't hear that."

"I said I'm sorry," Draco said, glancing into Skye's eyes quickly. "I should have told you." He ducked his head embarrassedly. "So yeah," he finished awkwardly. "I'm sorry."

"I'm sorry too," Skye said. "I shouldn't have yelled at you to start with. But the day was just so crappy."

"We are a sorry lot aren't we?" Draco grinned.

"Just a bit," Skye laughed. "But not anymore."

"No, not anymore," Draco agreed, leaning in to kiss his girlfriend once more.

A/N So...I was in a bit of a weird mood when I wrote that. Looking back, it's something completely different to what I have ever written before. So, let me know if it was okay!