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Hate to Love by Spaz
Chapter 5: Loony
It turns out I was right. Malfoy was doing everything in his power to convince me he was actually a good guy, he was failing. Every day, he attempted sway me, with his charming smile, his charasmatic personality, and his flattering compliments. It might have worked a little better if he wasn't dating Parkinson.
Everyday, I tried to get him to leave me alone, with my annoyed glaring, rude personality, and my down right mean insults, but nothing worked, he kept coming back for more. I just didn't understand.
Another day, and Malfoy was harassing me…again.
"Go away, Malfoy." I said already knowing he was coming up behind me.
"Hello to you too, beautiful." He said suddenly walking next to me.
"Why do you toture me?" I asked, just like I always did.
"Because it makes my day." He answered. Everyday, he has a new answer. Yesterday it was because he would die of he didn't have some sort of interaction with me. If only.
"Well, it ruins mine, so could you stop?" I asked, knowing what the answer would be.
"Sure." Malfoy said.
I stopped and looked at him, he seemed serious enough. "Really?" I asked shocked.
"Yeah, but only if you go on a date with me." He said smirking.
"I'd rather go on a date with a Blast Ended Skrewt." I said in all seriousness.
"Okay, ouch, that hurt my ego." He said pretending to be hurt.
I rolled my eyes. "I'm sure your ego will recover, it's big enough as it is anyways."
"You know what they say about big egos." He said grinning.
"Big head, and an obnoxious personality?" I asked nastily.
Malfoy chuckled. "Gorgeous and clever, that's how I like my women."
"Well, you should look for your kind of woman somewhere else, cause you're sure as hell not going to find her here." I said dismissively.
"Sloane, you know you want me. Come on, go out with me." Malfoy said standing infront of me.
"In your dreams."
"But I do dream about you." He said grinning seductively. Gross.
"You know I dream about you sometimes." I said smiling.
"Really?" He asked taking a step closer.
"Oh yeah. And everytime I do, I wake up screaming." The smile slid off my face.
"Screaming in pleasure, I'm sure." Malfoy smirked. "If you want, we can make your dreams a reality."
"Uh, no." I said bluntly.
"All right, how about a kiss then?" He leaned foward.
I stepped back. "Let's not and say we didn't." I said.
"You, Sloane are a very hard girl to impress."
"You know what will make impressing me easier?" I asked.
"If you stopped trying."
"I won't stop until you're mine." He whispered, looking dead serious.
"Well, then you're going to be doing this a long time." I whispered back.
"That's fine with me." He shrugged. "It's time well spent."
Yeah, for him. For me it was time spent in hell.
"Goodbye, Malfoy." I said knowing he was about to leave.
"Until the next time." He said blowing me a kiss, knowing I'd slap him if he touched me. He walked away. I looked after him,shaking my head. No one had ever pursued me the way he was. If he wasn't such an ass, I would have actually liked it.
I walked into the Gryffindor common room to see Harry sitting by himself. I smiled, Harry and I had grown close in my month of being there. I'll be honest, I had a tiny crush on him. But I knew he didn't feel the same way.
"Hey," I said plopping down next to him.
"Malfoy bothering you again?" Harry asked.
"Can you tell?" I asked sighing heavily. "What is wrong with him?"
"He thinks you're beautiful, and he's not wrong." He said.
I looked at him shocked. Harry blushed furiously. "What I meant is that, you know, you're, uh, nice looking and stuff."
"Well, thanks." I said, also blushing.
"No problem." He said looking down.
We were silent,until I noticed his hand was scarred and bloody.
"Harry, what happened to your hand?" I asked, concerned.
"Nothing." He said showing me his hand that was fine.
"No, your other one." I said grabbing his other hand, it looked like it hurt. "What happened?" I asked.
Harry didn't answer, he just avoided eyes contact with me.
"Harry," I said softly,he turned and looked at me. "What happened?"
Harry sighed. "It's from detention."
"Umbridge did this to you?" I asked shocked. "How?"
"She's got this quill, that doesn't need ink to write. It uses your blood, it carves into your skin what you write." He explained.
"What did you write?" I asked.
"I must not tell lies."
I sighed. A lot of people thought Harry was lying about Lord Voldemort being back, and about Cedric Diggory being murdered, including Professor Umbridge, our Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher.
"I believe you." I said. I'm not sure why I said it, I guess I just wanted to say something comforting to him.
Harry smiled. "Thanks. Oh, could you not tell Ron and Hermione about this? I know they'll make a big deal about it."
"My lips are sealed." I said.
We sat in silence for a few moments. "I'm really glad I met you, Sloane." Harry said suddenly.
"Really?" I asked, knowing I was blushing.
"Yes. Ever since Ron and Hermione started dating, they've been so wrapped up in eachother, I've been kind of lonely. But I don't feel like that when I'm with you. And I know they would have made a big deal about what Umbridge did, but you were so cool about it. I like that." Harry looked at me the whole time he spoke. It gave me chills I hadn't felt since Kale.
"Thanks. I'm gald I make you feel like that. I kinda feel the same about you. I came here not knowing anyone, and you were so nice to me. I really appreciate that."
"It's not a problem." He said modestly.
I looked down and saw I was still holding his hand. He looked down too. Neither of us moved our hands and we just sat there like that for some time. I loved every minute of it.
I can smell the alcohol on his breath as he leans down to kiss me. I turn away, not wanting to taste it.
"What's wrong?" He asked.
"You're drunk." I said.
"And I don't like when you're drunk,you're not you." I avoided eye contact.
"Oh, come on, baby, I am me," he said, slurring his words. "I'm the same guy all the time."
"No, you're not." I said rubbing my shoulder that hurt from when he was drunk and had thrown me against the wall last week.
"Are you still mad about last week? Cause I already told you I was sorry. It won't happen again."
He always said that, and then it did happen again and he'd promise again that it wouldn't happen anymore. It was a vicious cycle that I was unfortunatly caught up in.
I didn't respond, I was too scared he would hit me again. I still didn't look at him.
"Hey, come on, look at me." He said quietly. He reached out to touch me, I tensed up. He lifted my chin up to look at him, but I still didn't look. "Don't be like that, look at me." His voice wasn't as quiet as before.
I didn't look, I couldn't. Infront of me wasn't the guy I fell in love with. This was someone else, who I didn't like.
"Look at me!" He said agressively gripping the sides of my arms and slamming me into the wall. I felt the plastic clip in my hair shatter from the impact. My head swam as the pain spread throughout my whole backside.
I looked at him, the tears filling my eyes rapidly. I tried not to break down crying.
He sighed in frustration. "Damn it, Sloane." He said as though it had been all my fault. "You know I hate doing these things to you, don't you?"
I nodded shakily, afraid of what would happen if I gave another answer.
"I'm sorry." He said. I didn't respond. "I'm just gonna leave you alone right now." He stumbled away.
I slid down to the floor, sobbing uncontrollably. I noticed how he didn't say it wouldn't happen again. I knew it was because he knew it would happen again, and so did I...
I was mess, a horrible mess. I got absolutely no sleep the night before, due to the horrible flahsback. Lately, I'd been having alot of them, all about the same thing.
I rushed to be on time, and after the day was done I was exhausted. I was walking around, honestly, half asleep after shaking off Malfoy when I bumped into someone. Our books and papers fly all over the place.
I looked up to see the weird blonde girl from the train. "Hey, I know you," I said. "I sat in your compartment on the train."
"Yes, that's me." she said in dreamy sort of voice. "You're Sloane Jules." She said staring at me.
"Yes, I am." I said wondering how she knew that.
"You're probably wondering how I know that." I nodded. "I've seen you around, and you're all Draco Malfoy talks about, did you know that?" She asked.
"No, I didn't know that." I said in shock.
"Hmm, that's odd." She said unconcerned.
"I'm sorry, I didn't get your name." I said.
"Oh, I'm Luna Lovegood, or as others call me, Loony."
"You have people call you Loony?" I asked in confusion.
"No, but they say I'm Loony just because I'm not like them, and because of my beliefs." She said.
"Oh, well, that's not very nice." I said. "You don't seem Loony to me. May I ask, what do you believe in?"
"Sure, but I know you'll laugh, everyone does."
"I won't laugh." I said quickly.
"Okay." Luna said sounding unconvinced. "Well, my father and I are trying to find Nargles, or Crumple-horn Snoracks. No one believes they exist, but they're just too narrow minded to realize they do."
I didn't laugh. She looked surprised. "You didn't laugh." Luna said.
"I said I wouldn't, and I meant it." I shrugged.
Luna smiled, "That's very nice of you. You don't think I'm Loony?" She asked.
"Of course not." I said truthfully. "Not to mention, even if I thought you were I don't have room to talk, I mean look at me, my hair is red! If anything, I'm Loony."
She smiled yet again. "You're different from others, I like you." She stated.
"Thanks, I like you too." I said returning the smile.
"Well, I must get going, I have misplaced my necklace that keeps the Nargles away, I need to find it."
"All right, see you around." I said as she walked away. If I didn't know any better, I'd say I just made a new friend.
A few days later, I entered Charms with Harry to see that everyone was standing.
"What's happening?" I asked Hermione.
"Flitwick is assigning us partners for the rest of the term." She answered. "I hope I get Ron."
"I hope I get Harry." I whispered, blushing slightly. Hermione already knew of my tiny crush on Harry that wasn't necessarily tiny anymore.
"I thought you might." She said.
Flitwick started calling out partner names. Hermione was paired with Blaise Zabini, one of Malfoy's Slytherin friends. Ron was paired with Pansy Parkinson to both of their dislikes. My name was called.
"Ms. Jules and…Mr. Malfoy."
My jaw dropped as I looked over at Malfoy, who's smirk was broad. You have got to be kidding me.