CH4

I don't know what induced this urge to have him. I barely paid any attention to him in the previous years, he was an arrogant twat. He still is. But why did I want him? I had no idea; the point was to just have him at that moment. Maybe it was the fury that had built up from what Pansy said, maybe I finally decided I needed a man, I wasn't sure. This was never my character, I remember the days where my biggest problem was how to prevent Wrackspurts from infesting my mind. I didn't mind having Wrackspurt infestations at that moment. The problem for me was to get Draco Malfoy to like me, or rather consider me a human, the chances were as low as ever and that was probably the hardest thing for me to accept.

After Pansy stormed off, (I gladly flipped her off in my mind) I walked the other way, it was like the minute she said I could never have him, I had to have him. "Get Draco Malfoy, Get Draco Malfoy, Get Draco Malfoy" that was all my head was saying, darn Wrackspurts messing with my thoughts! And I let them, in hopes that they might lead for me to concoct a brilliant plan to get Draco. Just like the Ravenclaw that I am. I looked at my watch, late, is what I was for Defense against the Dark Arts, with Umbridge. Great. I unwillingly marched to that damned class, ever since the Ministry got involved in Hogwarts, it's been hell. So I entered and proceeded to make my way to my desk which is usually at the back, at that moment I saw Harry, sitting there looking miserable as ever, all because of Cho Chang and what he had heard about her and Ron, yes, that was still going on and Harry was oblivious to any reasoning that may prove the rumours wrong, I had no idea why he didn't trust me when I said that the rumours were false. I wanted to march on over to Harry's desk and slap him across the face for being so close-minded, it was like he was shutting out any comfort and decided to make himself feel like crap by believing it, but I thought better than to do that especially since Umbridge was right there, looking more like a toad every day.

Of course, another lesson endured by Umbridge, no magic, because it's appearently 'Better that way'. Bullshit. I made my way out, swiftly avoiding the bustling crowds bumping my shoulders constantly. "Ouch! Watch where you're going!" I called out as a certain person hit me hard on the shoulder, thrusting me backwards, almost making me fall. "What's wrong Loony? Your head's become so light, that you can't even balance yourself?" That was the voice of a Draco Malfoy, and I'm pretty sure he did it on purpose. I looked up to him, frowning a bit, wanting to say something to him that would make him crying to his daddy, but I met those grey eyes, those stupid, mysterious, grey eyes and…I just couldn't. "Um…er…No…I was just..." was what I managed to say back, looking as stupid as ever and giving Malfoy the license to mock me even more now. "Cat's got your tongue Loony? Oh, what a shame, now how are you going to call your freaky little creatures that you so dearly love?" He sniggered as he walked off, I turned my head to see him walk off, my face blaring a red color of anger and to make this 'better', Pansy Freaking Parkinson, meeting him at the corner and slowly taking him into a full on face sucking session. I hate her so much.

Something inside me bubbled up, a feeling of pure hatred, anger, sadness and jealousy. That stupid bitch Pansy Parkinson, thinking she can win and have Draco Malfoy and that's that. No, I wasn't going to let that be the case, I needed to find a way to get him to me, to steal him. My thoughts disgusted me, I sounded like a Slytherin and my intentions scared me, how was I going to do this? I had no idea, but I won't give up so easily, and let Pugface Parkinson win this war.