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"Why do you hate me?"
I was laying down on my bed when my mother told me I'd be switching schools. I didn't take it very well, clearly.
"Honey" my mother said, "I don't hate you, you know that."
"But you must hate me, that's why you're switching me to another school, right?" I said, sitting up and looking at her, she looked far too happy about my misery, so she must hate me, she has to, otherwise she wouldn't be smiling so damn much.
"No, I'm switching you to another school because of the incident that occured during the last week of the school year" she said crossing her arms infront of her chest, clearly she was still a bit angry about it.
The incident in which she is still angry about is me getting into a small scuffle with Gloria Hilden. It's not my fault Gloria decided to throw a big spoonful of mashed potatoes at me just because she was mad that Adam Rangle didn't like her because he liked me. It's also not my fault I lost my temper a bit smashed her face into the kidney pie, from there we managed to start a food fight, that somehow everyone got invloved in. Gloria and I were sent to the headmaster and we recieved detention. Not a big deal if you ask me, unfortunately, to my mother, it's a very big deal.
"You've got to be joking, it really wasn't even all that serious!" I said rolling my eyes, my mother was always making little things seem much bigger than they actually were.
My mother didn't look like she was joking at all. "I'm not joking, Sloane. Next week you will be starting at Hogwarts"
"Mum, you can't be serious!" I whined, "Look, I'll be better this year, I promise, no more trouble just please don't switch me to Hogwarts!" Now, I'm not even close to the begging type, but this was serious, my mother really was going to make me switch schools!
"I'm sorry darling, but it's already been done. Hogwarts is your new school." She sure as hell didn't sound sorry about it, that made me angrier. I glared at her then I turned away.
"Whatever, fine" I mutter before burying my face in my pillow. If she didn't hate me, I sure hated her.
She sighed deeply and said, "Honey, whatever you may think, I don't hate you, I'm just doing what I think is best" I could have easily told her thinking isn't exactly one of her strengths, but I wasn't in the mood for a huge arguement, maybe tomorrow I would be. "I know you don't like it, but at least try to make the best of it. If you don't want to do it for yourself, at least do it for me." She left my room.
I turned over and just stared at the ceiling, one thought going through my mind "She really hates me" I whispered. And although I couldn't see her, I was willing to bet anything she was smiling at how miserable she just made me.
My mother is beyond pissed.
"Sloane Jules, what on earth have you done?!" She screamed when she saw me enter the house. It took every ounce of strength I had to keep a straight face, as I predicted she was very unhappy with what I'd done.
"What, you hate it?" I asked in a serious voice, still trying to keep a straight face. She shook her head angrily "Of course I hate it! I can't believe you did this!"
"Mum, calm down it's not that big of a deal," I said dropping my innocent act. See, what I had done was make a few changes, I pierced my nose, my tongue, and my belly button, and I dyed half of my sleek jet black hair red, on the top so it was very visible. I knew my hair was the reason my mother was so worked up, she loved my hair.
"Not a big deal?! Look at your hair, and what in the world is that in your nose?!!" I rolled my eyes and said "It's a nose ring, goodness, Mum, keep up. Haven't you seen the muggles wearing them?"
My mother took an angry deep breath and said "We will discuss this later, now go in the living room and greet our guest." "What guest?!" I asked bewildered. "You'll see." She said smiling, I didn't like it when she smiled, it usually meant nothing good.
I walked in the living room to see a cute boy with dark brown hair and gorgeous hazel eyes that I knew all too well, I was looking at my ex boyfriend Kale. I somehow kept my eyes from widening, but I couldn't stop my stomache from dropping, or my heart from racing.
Kale turned around to look at me and he smiled his sweet smile that still knocked me out. "Hey, Sloane, long time no see, love the hair." I cleared my throat and said "Thanks. Um, I don't mean to be rude, but what are you doing here?" "Oh, your mother invited me to dinner, since we haven't seen eachother all summer, she said it would be nice for us to see eachother again, especially with you going to a new school and all."
It would be nice if I hadn't been purposely avoiding him all summer! I had broken up with him in the beginning of the summer and then stayed away from him, because I knew he still loved me, and honestly, I still loved him, but we just couldn't be together. And my mother invited him to dinner knowing I was avoiding him, this, here, living proof she hates me!
"Oh, that was nice of her," I said through clenched teeth. Kale patted the spot next to him and said "Come sit down, tell me how you've been," I put on a fake smile and sat down next to him on the couch. Immediately it felt just like it used to when we used to sit on the couch for hours and talk, with our fingers intertwined.
I'm brought back to the present when Kale says "So, how have you been?" I smile and nod "Good, as you can see, I've made a few changes," "Yes, I can see that, I like them." "Really?" "Yeah, you still look beautiful in my opinion," he said placing his hand over mine. A jolt goes through my body, and suddenly I remember how it felt when he touched me and the way his hand in mine felt, and most of all, when he kissed me.
Now, I know what you're thinking, if I still clearly love Kale, why did I break up with him in the first place? Well, it's quite complicated, but I'll explain.
Kale has been my best friend for as long as I can remember, we grew up together, went to school together, we were inseperable. When we were about twelve, I started having a crush on him, I started worrying about the craziest things like how my hair looked, or if he liked what I was wearing. Then, when we were about thirteen Kale suddenly kissed me and admitted he liked me as more than a friend, from then on we were together.
Problems didn't start until about a year into our relationship, that's when I found out Kale's secret, he had an alcohol problem. And when he got drunk he lost all sense of who he was, and sometimes he hurt me, and he wouldn't remember a single thing the next day. I never told him the horrible things he did, I never told him how he sometimes forced me to do things I didn't want to do, I just couldn't. When he wasn't drunk he was the sweetest guy I knew.
Then one day, things went too far, we were at my friend Tanya's end of the year party, and as usual, Kale had been drinking. So had I, but not nearly as much as he had, he pulled me into a room and locked the door. I asked him what he was doing and he said "Shhh, I have it all under control," which, clearly he didn't, I mean, he was drunk. He pushed me down on the bed and got on top of me, then he began kissing me.
Then he started taking my clothes off, I didn't mind, he had done a bunch of times before, but then more of my clothes were coming off than usual, and that I did mind. I told him to get off, he didn't listen, I tried to push him off, it didn't work. I started to cry as he continued to take my clothes off. This continued until both of us had no clothes on, but he still didn't stop, there was nothing I could do, I couldn't stop him.
When it was over he passed out and I kept crying, I couldn't believe what had happened. At that moment I decided I had to end it with him, he was out of contol. And I couldn't let him find out what he did to me, what I let him do, it would kill him. I knew Kale wouldn't understand why I was ending it, hell, no one would, but I couldn't let it happen again, it was what was best, for both of us.
So now here I was sitting next to him on my couch, wishing he would kiss me. "Dinner's ready!" My mother shouts and I'm a bit startled. We get up and he intertwines his fingers with mine and glances at me, checking to see if I'll pull my hand away. When he realizes I won't he smiles and leads me into the dining room. Dinner wasn't as horrible as I thought it would be, but I was still mad at my mother for inviting Kale.
After dessert, I walked Kale out and he pulled me close and kissed me passionately. "I've missed you," he whispered before brushing his lips against mine, I was absolutely breathless. "Promise you'll write at your new school?" I nodded and somehow managed to say "Every week," Kale smiled and kissed me again. I could feel my whole body tingling, all because he was touching me. It wasn't fair that we couldn't be together and he still drove me mad and got me all worked up.
Kale murmured "I love you," and I couldn't help myself, I whispered back "I love you, too." With that Kale kissed me once more and left leaving me standing on my front porch breathless and utterly confused about my feelings. I sighed and went back into the house.
I knew I'd have to deal with my mother pissed about my hair and new piercings, but that didn't seem so bad at the moment. Especially since I started at Hogwarts the next day, I just hoped I was ready for it.
I sighed deeply as I watched my mother Disapparate, leaving me standing at Kings Cross Station with Kale standing next to me. She thought it would be nice if Kale was there with me for "emotional support" that I actually didn't need, but I didn't have the heart to tell Kale that.
I looked down at my ticket. I had to go to Platform 9 and 3/4, wait, what?! "What the hell?!" I said outloud as we walked through the station. "What's wrong?" Kale asked looking down at the ticket, "Oh, that's what's wrong. Well, how are you going to get there?"
I looked over at him, "Don't you mean how are 'we' going to get there?" He did this cute thing where he scratches his head nervously. "Um, not exactly. Sorry, Sloane, but I can't be there to see you off, I wish I could, but I'm meeting my dad. Please don't be mad." I smiled at him, there was no way I could be mad at him, he barely ever sees his dad, he's lucky to see him twice a year.
"Kale, I'm not mad at you, I completely understand. When do you need to leave?" He checked his watch and said "Right now, actually," I looked around and saw that we were on Platform 9 which meant Platform 9 and 3/4 had to be around here somewhere. I could handle finding it on my own.
"Okay," I said, "well I guess this is bye until holidays, then." Kale nodded sadly and said "I guess it is…" Suddenly I was overcome with emotion. I hugged him and said "I'll miss you," he tilted my face up and kissed me. The kiss was amazing, as usual and I didn't want it to end, but of course it did and Kale walked away, leaving me looking after him.
I looked around for Platform 9 and 3/4, but I couldn't find it anywhere. Then I saw a group of people who were defintely wizards, they had owls on their trolleys and looked out of place. I followed them. I watched as they stopped infront of the barrier between Platforms 9 and 10. Then I watched as they ran through it. Magic never ceased to amaze me.
I waited until they all went and then I went, I was scared for a moment, thinking there would be an impact, but there was none. Instead I found myself staring at a beautiful, enormous, scarlet train. I was in awe for a few seconds, then I made my way to the train. I had barely walked five steps when I found myself falling face first onto the Platform. "Son of a bitch!" I exclaimed.
I heard a boy's voice say, with no doubt, a sneer, "Watch where you're going," and then he kept walking without helping me up or anything. I got up and shouted "Excuse you, asshole!" He didn't turn around. I made sure to remember what the back of him looked like. All I could gather was he had platinum blonde hair, he was tall, and he was dressed really nice. I was pretty sure he'd be easy to recognize, I didn't think anyone else would have platinum blonde hair.
I made it to the train without being tripped again, and set out to find a compartment. I couldn't find an empty one, so I decided on one where a girl with dirty blonde hair sat reading an edition of the magazine The Quibbler upside down, she seemed a bit weird, but I didn't mind much.
"Excuse me," I said nicely, "is it okay if I sit here?" The girl looked over the magazine and said "Why, yes, of course," and then went back to reading. I grabbed my luggage and got ready to lift it up on the shelf. My trunk was quite heavy and I'm not the tallest person, so I was having a hard time, but the girl didn't seem to notice. I got half of the trunk on the shelf, but I lost my grip on it, and it came sliding down on my head.
But I felt nothing, I opened my eyes to find myself staring into amazing,bright green eyes. I studied the rest of the boy's face that had saved my head from being smashed by my heavy trunk. He had round glasses, a nice face, jet black hair.
He smiled and said "Thought you could use some help," I smiled back and said "You thought right," He pushed the rest of my trunk on the shelf.
"There you go," he said. "Thank you so much," I said. "No problem. So, is this your first year at Hogwarts?" I nodded. He held out his hand.
"Well, welcome to Hogwarts, even though we're not quite there yet. I'm Harry, Harry Potter." I knew my eyes had widened, I couldn't believe it! Harry Potter! He defeated Lord Voldemort!!
"I-I'm Sloane, Sloane Jules," I said still stunned as I shook his hand. "Nice to meet you, Sloane." He said smiling.
"You as well," "So, Sloane, is it okay if I sit with you?"
"Sure," I said.
We sat down, ignoring the girl and immediately got into conversation, until two other people walked into the compartment. A girl with bushy brown hair and a tall boy with flaming red hair and freckles. "There you are, Harry, we've been looking everywhere for you." The girl said. "You all right, mate?" The boy asked.
Harry nodded smiling at me, the boy and the girl turned their gazes to me and then looked at Harry questioningly. "Oh," Harry said motioning to me, "this is Sloane Jules, she's new to Hogwarts," I smiled and waved.
The girl smiled and said "Hello, I'm Hermione Granger," as the boy plopped down and started unwrapping the sweets Harry had bought. "And that pig over there is Ron Weasley," he simply waved and shoved a chocolate frog in his mouth.
"Nice to meet you both," I said watching Ron eat feeling both intrigued and disgusted. "If you have any questions about Hogwarts, you can either Ron or me, we're both prefects, so we'll help-" Hermione stopped talking as the compartment door slid open.
Standing in the doorway was a tall boy with platinum blonde hair and two of the dumbest looking boys I had ever laid eyes on. I quickly realized the blonde boy was the jerk who tripped me.
"Get out!" Harry shouted at him, clearly this guy was not one of Harry's friends.
"Watch the tone, Potter, let's not forget I'm a prefect, I could give you detention for that," the blonde boy smirked. He looked around the compartment "I see you still hang around with losers like Granger and Weasley," then his eyes landed on me and his tone changed. "I don't think we've met before," he said "I'm Draco Malfoy," he held his hand out.
I glared at him, "Actually, we have met, you're the asshole that tripped me on the platform. You might remember telling me to watch where I was going?" I raised my eyebrows at him waiting for him to anname.
He withdrew his hand and put on a charming smile, "Well, I assure you, had I known you were as pretty as you are I would have been much nicer to you,"
I rolled my eyes and said "I'm flattered," flatly. Draco Malfoy continued to smile, "You still haven't told me your name," "Sloane Jules," I said crossing my arms.
"That's an interesting name," Draco said "Yeah, so is Draco." I countered. He smirked and said "I like you," "Well," I said giving him my most unpleasant smile, "I can tell you the feeling is not at all mutual. Infact it's actually completely the opposite, now can you please leave? It's pretty obvious no one wants you here."
I looked around to see everyone staring at me with shocked expressions. I looked at Draco and made shooing motions at him. He raised his eyebrows at me and said "I guess we'll talk later,"
"Don't count on that," I said. Draco and the two boys he had come with turned to leave, then Draco turned back around. "By the way," he said, "nice hair" then he left.
"Well, he's a total ass," I said. "Yeah, he is," Harry said, "but you'll get used to it," "You mean I'll have to be around him more?!" I asked.
"Unfortunately, yes," Hermione answered. She then checked her watch, "Oh, Ron we have to go patrol the halls, let's go. We'll see you two later," she and Ron left.
Harry and I picked up conversation again and talked all the way to Hogwarts.
I was amazed when I saw what Hogwarts looked like. It was a majestic castle that had hundreds of glittering lights.
"This place is beautiful!" I said, mesmorized as we walked into the castle.
"Yeah, it is." Harry said, a smile on his face. "I really missed this place."
We stood in a crowded entrance hall, with Ron and Hermione, who were standing extrememly close, and whispering to eachother. My guess was that they were dating.
And a little farther away from us, was Draco Malfoy. When I looked over at him, he smiled at me, I rolled my eyes. Yet, he continued to stare.
A girl who was standing next to him noticed he was no longer paying attention to her. She followed his gaze and looked at me. "Draco, why are you staring at that girl?!" She asked in a shrilly, panicked voice.
"I'm not." Malfoy said, not even bothering to take his eyes off of me.
"Yes, you are!" She insisted. "Who is she? What's her name? Why are you looking her?" She was practically yelling. People were now staring.
"Calm down," Malfoy said finally taking his eyes off of me, "You're causing a scene. Stop acting so ridiculous!"
I looked away as the girl responded angrily. "Who is that girl?" I asked Harry.
"That's Pansy Parkinson, Malfoy's girlfriend." Harry explained. "She's really clingy, and extremely jealous. I suppose she's got a good reason though. Malfoy has been known to have cheated a few times."
"Well, she's got nothing to worry about with me, that's for sure." I said.
"Miss Sloane Jules, if you could please come with me." A woman with grey hair in a tight bun said.
Harry gave me a reassuring smile as I walked towards the woman. "You need to be sorted." She said as I followed her.
Suddenly, I was surrounder by much smaller people. They looked up at me, seeming to be both intrigued and frightened.
The woman told us to follow her and we were led into a huge room, with four long tables, that were filled with the students I had been standing with in the entrance hall.
"When I call your name, you will come foward, and sit on the stool." The woman explained. "I shall place the hat on your head, and it will decide which house you will be in. Gryffindor, Slytherin, Ravenclaw, or Hufflepuff."
She had immediately started calling names, while I wondered how the hell a hat was supposed to determine what house we're in.
First year after first year was called up and sorted. I quickly realized Harry and his friends were in Gryffindor, and Malfoy and his whiny girlfriend were in Slytherin. I also noticed the weird blonde girl from the train was in Ravenclaw.
My legs were starting to hurt from standing so much, and I was about ready to use one of these kids as an armrest, when my name was called.
I quickly walked up there and sat down, my legs immediately felt better. The hat was placed on my head.
"Hmm, where to put you?" A voice that wasn't mine said in my head. I looked around wildly, wondering where it was coming from.
"Not in Ravenclaw you don't have the brains for that."
"Hey!" I said in my head.
"Not Hufflepuff, either." The hat continued. "Slytherin or Gryffindor?" I honestly didn't care, I just wanted to hurry up and get sorted, so I could eat.
"GRYFFINDOR!" The hat shouted. The hat was taken off my head. I got up, and made my way to the clapping table. I took a seat next to Harry.
"I was hoping you'd get into Gryffindor." He said beaming. "Welcome."
"Thanks." I said smiling.
The sorting continued, and when it was finally done, food appeared. I quickly filled my plate. The feast was excellent, expect for when I watched Ron eat. He'd shove food in his mouth, and then he'd talk. It was quite repulsive.
After the feast, Harry showed me to where we'd be sleeping. First there was a commonroom, and then stairs that led to our dormitories. One flight led to the girl's, the other to the boy's.
When I got up to my dormitory, my things were already there. As I settled in, Hermione walked in. I gave her a smile, I was relieved I knew at least knew one person.
As I put a picture of me and Kale on my nightstand next to my bed, Hermione said, "Is that your boyfriend?"
"Kind of," I said. "It's really complicated"
"I see," Hermione said nodding.
"Are you and Ron dating?" I asked.
"Yes." Hermione said, smiling. We didn't say much after that. Soon I climbed in bed, thinking about Kale.
"Woah, slow down," I said, as he took off my shirt. He was drunk, extremely drunk.
"It's okay," he slurred. "Calm down, it's fine." It wasn't fine. Nothing was ever fine when he was drunk.
We started kissing again, our hands roaming all over eachother. His lips moved down to my neck, and I moaned in with pleasure as he nibbled on my neck. The nibbling suddenly became harder, I felt his teeth biting my neck. I didn't feel pleasure anymore, I felt pain.
"Stop it you're hurting me." I said. He didn't stop, if anything, I felt more pain. "Seriously, you're hurting me stop!" He still didn't stop, I tried to push him off of me,but he was too strong.
"Get off me!" I screamed. His hand came up, and he slapped me across the face. I gasped in pain. Tears filled my eyes as I stared up at him in shock.
He got off of me, looking horrified. "I'm sorry." He whispered. I sat up, still looking at him. "Please forgive me, I'm so sorry."
He reached out to touch me, and I flinched, scared I was going to receive another blow. He touched me gently, I looked into his eyes, he did look really sorry. "It's okay," I whispered. "I forgive you."
He gave me a small smile, and kissed me gently on the lips. "I'm sorry," he repeated as he hugged me. "I promise it will never happen again." He whispered softly in my ear.
I nodded, actually believing him.
I woke up with a start. I sat up hitting my head with my hand, trying to knock the memory out of it. "Get out of there." I whispered.
After receiving my schedule, I went in search of all my classes, so I wouldn't have any problems getting there. While I was looking for my second class of the day, I heard footsteps behind me. I turned around to see none other than Draco Malfoy coming towards me.
"Hey, Sloane." He said giving me a charming smile. Too bad for him that I knew, behind that charming smile was a horrible person.
"Hi," I said flatly, as I kept walking.
"It's too bad you didn't get into Slytherin, we could have seen more of eachother." He said walking next to me.
"And who is that too bad for?" I asked.
"Oh, well, for me it's a good thing." I said, hoping he would take a hint and leave me alone. He didn't.
"So, what are you doing?" Malfoy asked.
"That doesn't concern you." I said not looking at him.
"Well, if it did concern me, what would you say?" He asked, smirking.
I sighed, "I'm looking for my classes."
"None of your business." I said rudely.
"Nice. I love that class, it's my favorite." He smiled.
I stopped and looked at him, what was his deal?
"Shouldn't you be having breakfast with your whiny girlfriend?" I asked.
"No." He said simply, "Shouldn't you be having breakfast with your boyfriend, Saint Potter?" Malfoy asked raising his eyebrows.
"Harry is not my boyfriend." I said as I continued walking, hoping he couldn't see me blushing. "I barely even know him."
"Well, don't you read the Daily Prophet?"
"Yes, but those are lies. I don't believe a word of the utter shit Rita Skeeter wrote about Harry."
"Hey, not all of what Skeeter wrote was utter shit, you know." Malfoy said sounding slightly defensive. "She had some really good sources."
I stared at him for a moment. Draco Malfoy, that sounded quite familiar. Then it hit me. "Hey, you were in the Daily Prophet weren't you?" I asked. "You said all those horrible things about the game keeper."
"That's me." He said grinning.
"I thought so. You know, you're very brave for showing the whole world you're a jerk." I said. "And your girlfriend was in it too. She said Hermione was ugly. Personally, I don't think she has any room to talk, she's pretty ugly herself. She's got that pug nose, you know?" I smirked.
Malfoy stopped and looked at me, I stopped too. Waiting for him to explode, "You know." He said, "You're right, she does have a pug nose, and she's not the best looking girl, either."
I gaped at him. Any other guy would be so mad that I insulted his girlfriend that he'd want to hit me, but remember I'm a girl, so he couldn't, and instead he'd call me a bitch and walk away, vowing to never speak to me again. That was the reaction I was hoping for.
Malfoy was clearly relentless. I groaned and kept walking.
"What's wrong with you?" He asked hurrying to catch up with me.
"Go away, Malfoy." I said looking straight foward.
"Malfoy, huh?" He asked. "I see Saint Potter has already turned you against me."
I stopped abruptly and faced him. "You did that yourself when you tripped me and didn't apologize!"
"I did apologize." He said.
"Yeah, after the fact, that doesn't count." I said angrily.
He took a step towards me, which made him way too close for my comfort. But, I stood my ground. "I'm not a bad guy, Sloane." Malfoy said.
I scoffed. "Yes you are. Just because you say you aren't, doesn't mean anything. You've already shown me you are." I said coldly.
He took a step back. "I guess I'll leave now." He said.
A smirk came across his face, "Our first lesson starts in fifteen minutes, and we have class together. I want to give you time to miss me."
"I wouldn't count on that happening." I said glaring at him.
"Until next time." He said grabbing my hand and kissing it. I snatched my hand away, slapping him in the process. I thought for sure he'd be pissed.
Instead he grinned seductively, "I like it rough." He said.
"Ugh!" I exclaimed turning on my heel and stalking away. This may have been the end of our conversation for now, but I knew it was just the beginning of Malfoy's attempts to convince me he wasn't a bad guy.
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.
I couldn't believe my ears. "Excuse me, Professor, but what did you say?" I asked.
"You and Mr. Malfoy, over there next to the window." Professor Flitwick squeaked.
I groaned and made my way to the table I was being forced to share with that conceited asshole. "Good luck." I heard Harry mutter.
Malfoy was already seated and smiling widely when I reached our table. I gave him a disdainful look and sat down. "Isn't this great?" He said. "Us as partners. I guess dreams really do come true."
"If they did, I can assure you, you wouldn't be sitting here right now." I said glaring at him.
"I'm going to choose to ignore that comment." Malfoy said optimistically.
"Would it be possible for you to ignore me too?" I asked.
"No." He said simply.
"Fantastic." I muttered sarcastically.
Professor Flitwick gave directions, and we started working. I barely even acknowledged Malfoy was there, while we practiced the Summoning Spell and the Vanishing Spell, even though we were supposed to be working together.
"This is nice." Malfoy said. "Two people partnered together. Not to mention the beautiful view."
I looked out the window. "Oh, yes, the view of the grass is very beautiful." I said sarcastically.
"I wasn't talking about that view, I was talking about the beautiful view infront of me." He said.
I then realized he was talking about me. Well, that was…sweet. I found something Malfoy said sweet?! I shook my head.
"Look, Malfoy, I'm not like your little Slytherin groupies, all right? Don't think just because you say something sweet, or give me that charming wink of yours, or your winning smile…ahem. Don't think that I'm going to swoon and fawn all over you." I said.
Malfoy merely smirked. "One day, you will."
I scoffed and continued to work. Harry caught my eye. "Having fun?" He mouthed.
"No." I mouthed back. "Save me."
"No, you save me." He mouthed. He was partnered with Millicent Bulstrode. I giggled.
"Mouthing to your boyfriend, huh?" Malfoy asked, sounding slightly jealous.
"Don't worry about me." I said coolly. "Worry about your girlfriend."
"I don't have a girlfriend." He said.
"Dumped Parkinson,did you?" I asked.
"Yeah. I realized that it might be easier to get the girl I really want if I was single."
I was happy to hear he had moved on to someone that wasn't me.
"Ooh, who's the lucky girl?" I asked.
"You, of course." Malfoy said smiling. I'll admit, it was very dumb of me to think he was talking about someone else.
"Of course." I said, getting back to work.
"Why won't you date me, Sloane?" Malfoy asked.
"Because, you're a jerk." I said, not looking at him.
"No, I'm not." He said insistently. "I've been trying to show you that."
"Well, you're doing a bad job of it." I said simply.
We worked in silence. Malfoy stared at me alot, I tried my best to ignore it. Harry caught my eye a few times, smiling and winking at me, and making me blush and giggle. Malfoy and I didn't speak until.
"Damn it Malfoy! You were suppsed to go get the snails so we could vanish the damn things, not use the Summoning Spell on them, you idiot!" I exclaimed, over the other voices yelling in the classroom.
Malfoy looked amused. "Don't get your knickers in a twist, it's not that big of a deal, all right?" He said.
"No, it is a big deal, you messed up!" I said. "And don't think for a second you have any affect on my knickers!" I added.
Malfoy chuckled. "You are so damn sexy when you're mad."
"Ugh! I hate you, Malfoy!"
"You know, Sloane if you keep saying that, I just might start actually believing it."
"I wish you would!" I exclaimed getting up to retrieve the snails. When I returned, Malfoy was smirking. I wished I could knock the smirk off of his stupid face.
"Feeling better?" He asked.
I glared at him. "Go to hell."
"I'll take that as a no." He said.
I exhaled deeply, trying to keep myself from strangling him. "You, know, Sloane, you impress me."
"Do I?" I asked flatly.
"Yes, I'm impressed you can resist me. Most girls can't."
"Has anyone ever told you how modest you are?" I asked sarcastically.
"Oh, come on." Malfoy says. "You can keep denying that you don't like me, but you have to admit I'm extremely good looking." He said seriously.
"Fine, I'll admit you are good looking. But the problem is, your personality ruins your good looks." I said.
I heard a snort from the next table over. It came from Blaise Zabini, who was laughing hard. "She got you there mate." He said Malfoy.
"Oh, shut it Zabini, same goes for you." I said chuckling.
"Ah, come on, Jules, I've got a better personality than him." Zabini said. "Ask Granger. Haven't I been the perfect gentleman all period?"
"Not perfect, but a gentleman none the less." Hermione said, smiling slightly.
"See? I'm so much better than Malfoy." He said.
"Blaise, whose side are you on?!" Malfoy asked.
"The winning side, which happens to be Jules at the moment." Zabini said winking at me. I giggled.
Malfoy rolled his eyes and started working again. "Malfoy, why do you like me?" I asked.
He looked at me, surprised. "Um, you're gorgeous and-"
"Besides looks, why?" I interupted.
"Well, you're brilliant, funny, one of the most wittiest and clever people I've ever encountered, you're different, and I've yet to meet anyone who challenges me the way you do. I like a challenge."
"Even a challenge you're going to fail?" I asked.
Malfoy shrugged. "A life without failure, isn't really a life at all."
I just stared at him. That was very insightful. Who knew Malfoy was so insightful? And sweet? No! I thought. He's still the same cocky, concieted, and obnoxious Malfoy.
He kisses me, and he's not drunk, and I love it. He slides his hands around my waist, and I jerk back. There's still a bruise there from a few days ago.
"What's wrong?" He asked.
"Nothing." I lied. "Just a little sore."
"Sloane, is there something going on that you're not telling me about?" He asked, concerned.
"W-why would you think that?" I asked.
"Baby,you're always sore. And you have bruises all over the place. And sometimes when I try to touch you, you flinch like I'm going to hurt you. What's going on?"
How could I tell him what he's done? How could I tell him that when he's drunk he hurts me? I couldn't. When he wasn't drunk, he was so sweet and good to me, and I felt safe with him. There was no way I was telling him what was really going on.
"Nothing, I'm fine, okay babe?" I said.
He didn't look convinced. "Are you sure? Where are you getting those bruises from?"
I wish he would stop asking questions. "Um…I've been partying too hard." I lied. "You know how you get when you drink, you stumble all over the place, hurt yourself, you know?"
He squinted at me. "You're sure no one is hurting you?" He asked.
"Positive." I said quickly.
"All right then. We should stop drinking and partying so much." He said. "I don't want you hurting yourself."
"I think that's a great idea." I said. I could use a break from getting hit. Maybe my bruises will heal. "Now, where were we?" I asked wrapping my arms around his neck.
He smiled and kissed me. He gently wrapped his hands around my waist, careful not to hurt me. I pushed him down on the bed and staddled him, kissing him harder. He moaned softly, running his hands down my thigh.
He pulled away breathlessly. "Hey, Sloane?" He said.
"Yeah?" I asked.
"Um, is it okay if we go a bit farther tonight?"
I smiled. "How much is a bit?" I asked.
"How about you just tell me when you want me to stop?" He asked.
"What if I don't want you to stop?" I asked.
"Then, so be it." He kissed me again, and I was happy that I got to enjoy at least one night with the guy I fell in love with.
"Sloane, Sloane, wake up." A voice said. I jerked awake and rubbed my eyes. I was laying on someone's shoulder. It was Harry, who looked like he was also just waking up.
"What is the matter with you two?" Hermione asked.
"I don't know? What is?" Harry asked sleepily.
"You both fell asleep in the common room." Ron said.
"Is it time to go up to bed?" I asked, yawning.
"Sure, if you go to sleep at seven in the evening." Hermione responded.
"Oh." I said.
"Well, we'll see you guys later." Ron said.
"Where are you guys going?" Harry asked.
"We,um have a bit of studying to do in Ron's room." Hermione said, blushing slightly. Ron winked at us and pulled Hermione up the stairs.
"Why do I have a feeling that not much studying will get done?" I asked Harry.
"Probably because it won't." He responded, yawning. "I'm tired." He said.
"Me too." I said.
"Why?" He asked.
"I haven't been sleeping too well. I keep having these dreams, well they're more like nightmares, they mess me up." I explained.
"Really?" Harry asked. "Same with me."
"Now I'm tired all the time, but I really need to stay awake right now so I can finsh this Potions essay." I said.
"Um, I think I have a way to keep us both awake." He said.
"What is it?" I asked.
"Uh, close your eyes." Harry said.
"Um, won't that make me fall asleep?" I asked.
"Just close them, I can't do it unless your eyes are closed."
"Fine." I said closing my eyes.
For a few seconds, nothing happened. Then suddenly, I felt lips pressed against mine. I opened my eyes a little and saw Harry. I couldn't believe Harry Potter was kissing me. I kissed him back, without a second thought.
We pulled away smiling. "Well, I'm definitely awake now." I said.
Harry chuckled. "I thought that might work." He said.
"It did, and very well, too."
"Uh, Sloane, I really like you…alot." He said, looking down. "I mean, you get me, and we have so much in common, and you're beautiful, and so different from anyone I've ever met."
I smiled. "I like you too, Harry. I've never met anyone like you either. And you're so sweet and funny."
"You think so?" He asked.
I nodded and kissed him again. If I didn't know any better, I'd say I was now Harry Potter's girlfriend.
He found me. I wish he hadn't. He sat down next to me. "Where the hell have you been?" He asked. I could easily tell he had been drinking…again.
"Right here." I answered.
"Don't lie to me." He said gripping my arm.
I winced in pain. "I'm not, I've been here the whole time I swear."
Suddenly, he smiled. It was strange how easily his mood changed when he was drunk. Not to mention scary.
He stroked my cheek affectionately. "You're so pretty." He whispered, leaning closer to me.
"Thanks." I said blankly.
"How about a kiss?" He asked. I sighed. I was in no mood to taste alcohol, but I didn't want to upset him. I had learned things are so much easier for me when he gets what he wants.
I turned my face towards his. He pressed his lips against mine, gently at first, but then pressed harder. I pulled away.
"Aww, aren't you two so cute." A girl passing by said smiling.
He smiled too. And for a moment, he was his real, sober self, but he quickly went back to his drunk self. If only that girl knew the truth, then I'm sure we wouldn't be so cute to her.
"What's the matter with you?!" He slurred.
"Nothing." I lied.
"You don't look like you're having fun at all." He complained.
"That's because I'm not." I replied, keeping my eyes straight forward.
"Well, why not?!"
"Because you said we would take a break from all this drinking and partying. And we haven't…well, you haven't." I added quietly.
"I-I didn't say that." He stumbled on his words. "When did I say that?"
"I don't remember that." He said scratching his head. I almost made a smart ass remark, but I knew better. When he was drunk, he never remembered what he said when he was sober, and when he was sober, he never remembered what he said when he was drunk. But I remember everything. Funny how that works out.
"Well, you did say that." I said.
"Is that why you're so upset?" He asked stroking my arm.
"Yes." I answered honestly.
"Okay, I won't drink for the rest of the night." He said, putting down his cup.
"Really?" I asked in disbelief.
"Yes." He answered in determination. Maybe there was still his real self somewhere in there.
Although it didn't matter much whether he continued drinking or not, because he was already drunk, it was the thought that counted. He was actually trying to make things better.
Too bad he lied…
"Sloane, Sloane, get up." A voice said.
"Liar." I mumbled, waking up.
"What did I lie about?" Hermione's voice asked in surprise.
"Huh? Oh, nothing, I wasn't talking to you." I said sitting up and stretching.
"Who were you talking to then?" She asked.
"No idea." I lied.
We got dressed and ready for the day. "So, how was last night?" Hermione asked as we put on our shoes.
"Fine." I shrugged.
"Anything interesting happen?" She asked.
I shook my head. "Nope."
"Really? Didn't snog Harry or anything?"
I gaped at her. "I-I don't know what you're talking about." I stuttered, as we walked down the stairs.
Hermione laughed. "Oh, please, it's all anyone can talk about."
"Well, I don't know what they're talking about either." I lied.
We had reached the bottom of the stairs, where Harry and Ron waited for us. I smiled as Harry took my hand and pulled me towards him, and kissed me.
"Oh, you don't know what I'm talking about, huh?" Hermione asked, raising her eyebrows.
I shrugged. "Finally decided to ask her out, huh Harry?" Ron said as we started walking.
"Yeah." Harry said, smiling as he held my hand. The looks we got on the way to the Great Hall were absolutely hilarious. Tons of girls glaring, guys giving Harry an approving look, I really liked all the attention.
"Wow, having a famous boyfriend sure comes with alot of staring." I commented as we entered the Great Hall.
"It doesn't bother you, does it?" Harry asked in a worried voice.
"Oh no, I love it." I said smiling.
"Of course you do." Hermione said.
During breakfast, while Harry and Ron were having some deep conversation about Quidditch or something, Hermione turned to me.
"Are you still talking to Kale?" She asked.
"Yeah, I write him like every week." I said.
"Are you going to tell him about you and Harry before he finds out through the Daily Prophet or something?"
I sighed. I had completely forgotten about Kale in all this excitement of Harry asking me out. "Yeah, I guess. I'll write him today."
I just hoped he wouldn't be too upset. I mean it's not like we're back together, but we have talked about it. I was sure Kale would understand. Someone who didn't understand at all and was very upset…Malfoy.
When Harry and I entered Potions holding hands, Malfoy's mouth dropped open, and he glared at us. I was in no way looking foward to Charms, where I was sure not to hear the end of his whining about why I was dating Harry.
"Malfoy doesn't look too happy about you and Harry." Hermione whispered in the middle of class.
I groaned. "I know. Just wait until Charms, I'm sure he'll have a lot to say."
"Well, I'm sure Zabini and I will have a lot of fun listening to it." She said smirking.
"Ha ha." I said sarcastically. "Well at least one of us will be enjoying ourselves."
Harry came over to us. "Hey, babe." He said. I giggled. Harry Potter just called me 'babe'. How lucky was I?
"Hi sweetie." I said sweetly.
"Ugh, already with the annoyingly cute petnames?" Hermione asked.
"Oh, don't even get me started on you and Ron with your 'honey' and 'baby' and 'sweetheart' and 'sugar lips'." I said.
Hermione blushed slightly. "Oh, whatever." She muttered.
Harry laughed. "Well, I should get back to my table before Snape decides to take fifty points from me." He said.
"All right." I said before we kissed, and he walked off.
I looked after him, smiling. As I turned back to my potion, I couldn't help but notice Malfoy's angry glare at Harry. Charms should be fun.
Harry and I quickly rushed into Charms, barely sitting down before the bell rang. We got a little caught up in kissing, which resulted in us almost being late. We smiled at eachother as Professor Flitwick began talking.
I glanced at Malfoy. His expression was cold, and he looked straight foward. Maybe I would get lucky, and Malfoy would be too pissed to talk to me. Apparently, my luck wasn't that good.
"So, you and Potter, huh?" Malfoy asked quietly as we began to work.
"Um, yeah." I answered.
"That's nice." He said.
"You think so?" I asked.
"Honestly, no I don't think so." Malfoy replied bitterly.
"Then why did you say that?" I asked rolling my eyes.
He didn't answer me, and I was fine with that. We didn't speak at all as we worked.
"Why Potter?!" Malfoy asked out of nowhere.
"Because I like him." I said simply.
"But why?" He pressed.
"Why does it matter to you, Malfoy?" I asked, slightly irritated.
"Because, I don't understand why someone like you would want to be with someone like him."
"What exactly do you mean by 'someone like me' and 'someone like him'?" I asked.
Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Hermione and Zabini listening intently to our conversation. Nosy much?
"I mean, that you're this beautiful, smart, amazing person, and he's just an attention seeking git." Malfoy responded.
"Don't talk about my boyfriend like that." I said glaring at him.
When I said boyfriend, I saw Malfoy twitch a little.
"Did someone say boyfriend?" A voice asked behind me. I turned around and saw Harry. I smiled instantly.
"Hey." I said, too aware that Malfoy was watching us very closely.
"Hey, yourself." Harry said leaning down to kiss me. I knew he was trying to make Malfoy mad, and it worked very well. After the kiss, I saw his eyes flash angrily.
"You miss me?" Harry asked.
"Of course." I said smiling up at him from my chair.
"I was thinking after lessons, you could help me study for Divination, since I'm awful at it, and you're so amazing." He said smiling.
"Sure." I said, knowing not too much studying would occur.
"Great." Harry responded. "I'm going to get back to Bulstrode before she kicks my arse for making her do all the work." He kissed me again, giving Malfoy a gloating look, and then left.
"That had to hurt." I heard Zabini mutter to Hermione. I saw her nod.
"What does he have that I don't have?" Malfoy asked me.
"You mean besides fame and Jules as girlfriend?" Zabini asked.
"Shut up, Blaise." Malfoy said. He turned back to me, waiting for my answer.
"Harry is a nice, caring person." I started. "I can relate to him. He listens to me, he cares about me. He befriended me when I didn't know anyone. He's just wonderful."
"That doesn't really answer my question. Why is he better than me in your eyes?" Malfoy asked, his eyes burning into mine.
"Why do you care?" I asked.
"Don't act like you don't know." He whispered. "I've made my feelings about you very clear right from the start, Sloane. You know that I like you."
Actually hearing him say those words affected me quite differently than I thought they would. I couldn't exactly explain it though.
"And I've made my reasons for not liking you very clear." I said looking away from his intense stare.
"Is this really all because I tripped you and didn't apologize? Because if it is I'm sorry, okay? I'm truly sorry, I know I was being a jerk and rude, and that it was all my fault."
"That's not it." I said. "I see the way you treat other people. I see the way you walk around acting like you're better than everyone else because you're rich and your Dad has all these connections and you're a pureblood. You are a self centered jerk. Does that explain my reasoning?" I asked.
"Yes." Malfoy answered quietly. "But that's not all there is to me, and I'm going to show you that I'm not a self centered jerk."
"Whatever." I said, shaking my head.
"Malfoy hasn't been bothering you has he?" Harry asked a few days later.
"Of course he has, but it's nothing I can't handle." I responded. Malfoy was still very keen on getting me to like him, even though I was with Harry. If anything, he was working harder.
"Okay." Harry said sounding very unconvinced. "Where are we going?" He asked.
"To meet Luna." I said.
"Isn't she crazy?" He asked.
I hit his arm lightly. "No, she's very nice. She does believe in some interesting things, but don't laugh at her, okay?"
"Fine, but only because you asked."
"Hi, Luna." I said as we approached her.
"Hello, Sloane." She said in her usual dreamy voice. "I see you've brought Harry Potter with you."
"Yeah, we're dating now." I said, smiling.
"Um, it's very nice to meet you, Luna." Harry said, smiling akwardly.
"You as well. Anyone who's a friend of Sloane must be very nice."
"Er, yeah, okay."
Harry and I hung out with Luna for a while, and the akwardness faded, and we had a lot of fun talking about Nargles and Wrakspurts and conspiracy theories.
Later that night, after I said goodnight to Harry, I went up to my room to see my owl, Ren waiting for me, with a letter attatched to her leg. I immediately recognize Kale's handwriting.
It's okay that you're dating Harry Potter. I mean we aren't back together, so I guess I have no room to be mad. I suppose we can figure out our relationship during winter holidays, how does that sound? I miss you and I love you.
I put the letter down on my bed side table and laid down, falling in to what I hoped would be a dreamless sleep.
"Malfoy, don't you ever get tired of being rejected by me?" I asked Malfoy during Charms.
"Not really." He answered, shrugging. "Sometimes it hurts a little, but I just convince myself that you're simply playing hard to get."
"More like impossible to get if you ask me." Zabini said grinning.
"Which is why no one asked you." Malfoy said through gritted teeth. Hermione and I giggled. Malfoy shot me a look, and I gave him my most innocent face. He smiled a little. "I just can't stay mad at you."
I smiled back a little too. Lately, I had trouble staying mad at him too. I'd never admit this to anyone, but Malfoy wasn't annoying me very much anymore, I kind of looked foward to the times where he would flirt with me and I'd shoot him down.
And I had also been finding him slightly funny and a tiny bit charming too. But again, I'd never admit it to anyone, though I think Hermione knows. We've gotten really close in the time I've been here, and I consider her my best friend. Other than Harry, of course.
Things are going really good with Harry. It's only been a month, but I like where it's going. Having a best friend and a boyfriend in one kind of reminds me of when I was with Kale, but then it's completely different from that situation.
Speaking of Kale, he's being really good about me and Harry dating, which I'm so happy about. We still write all the time, and Harry is actually okay with it.
"Do you ever get tired of rejecting me Sloane?" Malfoy asked me.
"Is that a rhetorical question?" I asked.
"No." He said seriously.
"No, I don't." I answered. "But it is rather tiring having the same conversation of why I won't go out with you."
"I completely agree. So, why don't we switch the conversation up a bit, and instead of you saying 'no' you say 'yes' when I ask you out?" Malfoy suggested.
"Umm..." I pretended to think it over. "No. Rejecting you is just too much fun."
"You're a cruel girl, Sloane Jules." He said. I shrugged. "Lucky for you I like that."
"Lucky, huh?" I asked. "We clearly have different meanings of the word."
We were silent for a few moments. "Hey,Sloane?" Malfoy asked.
"Yes?" I asked looking at him.
"Will you please go on a date with me?" He asked.
I sighed. "Malfoy, my answer hasn't changed from twenty minutes ago when you last asked me."
"Why not?" Here we were having the same conversation again. I was tired of it, so I decided to switch it up.
"Why should I go on a date with you, Malfoy?" I asked.
Malfoy seems caught off by my response since I decided to try something new. "Um, hold on, let me think of some good ones." He said.
A moment later, he was ready. "Well, I'm funny, charming, devilishly handsome, and mostly nice. I'll treat you like a lady, show you a good time, and I won't take advantage of you on the first date." He answered.
"Well, would you take advantage of me on the second date?" I asked, just to humor him.
A sly grin spread across his face. "Well, that depends on if you want me to. If you do, then I surely will."
I somehow managed to keep a smile off of my face. "All right then." I said. "But just so you know, I'm still not going on a date with you."
Malfoy groaned. "Why are you messing with my emotions?!"
"Because I'm having so much fun." I shrugged. "And what do you expect? I have a boyfriend, I'm not going to go on a date with you. Not to mention if I said 'yes' that would take the fun out of rejecting you."
"You know, Draco," Blaise started. "I think a better question is why are you letting her play with your emotions?"
"That is a rather good question." Hermione pondered.
"Because I know that underneath all the rejection, Sloane really wants me." Malfoy answered.
All of us, excluding Malfoy laughed. "Yeah, right, it's so obvious she wants you." Blaise said sarcastically.
"That's like me saying that underneath all your meaness towards me you want to be my friend." Hermione laughed at Malfoy.
"Or like saying underneath all the obnoxiousness, Pansy is a pleasant person." Blaise said.
"Or that underneath all your flirting you really hate me." I added in.
"Oh, haha." Malfoy said sarcastically. "You're all so damn hilarious."
"Aww, I think we upset him." Hermione said.
"Come on, mate, we were just having a laugh." Blaise said.
"Yeah, we're really sorry." I said.
"Whatever, it's no big deal." He said.
Before I can respond, Harry is infront of me, leaning down to kiss me. I smile, meeting him halfway. As usual, he tastes of delicious strawberries, which I never understand, but at the same time I love.
"Hey." I said.
"Hey." He responded. "Just came over here to see how it's going." He glanced at Malfoy.
"It's fine." I assured him.
"You sure?" He asked quietly.
"Positive, babe." I said.
"Fine." Harry said. "I'll let you get back to work. By the way, you're even sexier when you're working, have I ever told you that?"
I giggled. "No."
"Well, I should have."
We kissed again, before he walked away. I looked at Malfoy who was trying to make himself seem busy, but I knew better. Underneath all that jealousy was a hell of a lot more jealousy.
"Why the hell are you acting like this, Sloane?!" He growled angrily.
"Because you're a liar!" I screamed just as angrily, walking away from him.
He grabbed my arm roughly. "Don't you walk away from me!" He said.
"Or what?!" I asked. "You'll hit me again and then promise it will never happen again?!"
"It won't happen again. This time I mean it."
"No you don't!" I cried. "You keep lying. Promising me it won't happen again, and then five minutes later, you turn around and do it again."
"It's not my fault, Sloane. I don't mean it. It's just you do something I don't like and I snap." He tried to explain.
I shook my head. "You don't do this when you're sober." He sighed. "You are a totally different person when you're sober. I love you when you're sober."
"Are you saying you don't love me right now?" He asked.
I couldn't answer. The tears just rolled down my face. That was enough of an answer. Anger flashed across his face. "You do love me." he said. "You have to."
I shook my head again, and tried to walk away, but he spun me around quickly and pressed his lips against mine. I pushed him away hard. He tried to come back, so I slapped him across the face. I hadn't meant to, but I was so scared and I panicked.
He quickly retaliated by slapping me back. I held my face and cried. Not even from the pain of the slap, but the pain of knowing what I had to do.
"No." I cut him off. "I'm done. I can't do this anymore."
"What are you trying to say?" He asked.
"I'm leaving you." I whispered.
"No, you're not." He said. He wasn't angry. He didn't demand I wasn't. He sounded desperate. "You can't. I love you."
"I love you too, but I can't do this. I can't let you keep hurting me like this."
"I will never hurt you again, I swear. I'll get help, whatever I have to do to keep you I'll do it." His eyes were so pleading.
"I don't know of I can believe you." I said.
"You can." He insisted. "Just, please. I can't live without you, Sloane. I need you."
I sighed. He was pulling me right back in. I gave him a small smile. He knew he hadn't lost me. He kissed me and I kissed him back. If I didn't love him so much, I would have left. I should have left, it would have saved me a lot of pain.
"Sloane, did you hear me?"
"Huh?" I must have spaced out again. I looked to see both Harry and Luna staring at me quizzically.
"I asked you if you finished Flitwick's essay." Harry said.
"Um no." I answered. "I have to talk to Malfoy about something on it."
"Oh." He said.
"Sloane, are you okay?" Luna asked.
"I'm fine, sorry, just really out of it today." I said.
"It's quite all right, I can see the Wrakspurts just flying around your head making your brain go fuzzy." She answered.
"Damn Wrakspurts." I muttered shaking my head, knowing Wrakspurts had nothing to do with me being out of it.
"Maybe you should just go lie down." Harry said sounding concerned.
"No, it's fine." I insisted. "I'm going to go find Malfoy, so I can finish my Charms essay." I said getting up.
"Do you want me to come with you?" Harry asked.
"Nah, it's okay, I'll be fine." I said.
"Okay, see you later." He said reaching up and giving me a quick kiss.
"Bye, Luna." I said hugging her.
"Bye." She said. "I hope you feel better."
"Thanks." I walked off.
Before exiting the library, I turned back around and saw Harry and Luna in deep conversation. I was happy with how quickly they had become friends.
I easily found Malfoy, walking the halls like he owned the damn place.
"Hey, Malfoy, I've been looking for you." I said.
"Sloane, I've been waiting to hear you say that from the moment I laid eyes on you." He said.
I rolled my eyes. "I need your notes for Charms, I'm not professing my undying love for you."
"So, you admit you have am undying love for me?" He asked.
"No." I said. "Now give me the notes." He raised his eyebrows at me. "Please." I grumbled.
"Was that so hard?" Malfoy asked pulling out the notes.
I grabbed the notes, but he didn't let go. He took a step closer. "How long are we going to keep playing this game, Sloane?" He asked.
"What game?" I asked.
"This little cat and mouse game. I know underneath it all, you want me. You may not have before, but you definitely do now."
"I do not." I said.
"Really?" He asked quickly leaning foward quickly to kiss me. But he stopped about a centimeter away.
His grey eyes met my light brown ones. I could barely even breath, and I didn't know why.
"I would kiss you, but I don't want you going back to Potter. But when I do kiss you, which will be very soon, you will be all mine." Malfoy said softly as he tucked a piece of red hair behind my ear.
I closed my eyes at his touch. When I opened them, he was backing away from me, a smirk on his face.
Is it crazy that I kind of wished he kissed me?
I don't know what's wrong with me. I, for some reason can't decide what I want. I've been having mixed feelings about everything.
My relationship with Harry, what's happening with Kale, my feelings about Malfoy. Everything was all messed up, and I didn't know why, and I didn't know how to fix it at all.
I mean when Harry used to look at me, I'd get butterflies in my stomache. That now occured when Malfoy would wink at me. I used to know exactly how I felt about everything, and now nothing made sense.
"So, Sloane, rumor has it that you and Harry are Hogwarts' hottest couple." Hermione said.
That didn't affect me the way it would have two weeks ago. I would have been estatic, but I merely said. "Really? That's interesting."
Hermione gave me a strange look. "Well, that's not how I expected you to act. I thought you'd be more excited."
So did I, I thought. "I guess I'm just not surprised." I lied.
"Hmm." Was all she responded with.
I wanted to tell her that things weren't the same between me and Harry. That I don't feel the way I used to when we first started dating. When Harry used to kiss me, I got chills. Now, I felt nothing. Kissing him was great, but it didn't make me feel anything anymore.
But how could I tell her that when Harry is her best friend? She's bound to tell him. Even if she doesn't, she could tell Ron, who would tell Harry, and then rumor would have it that I don't really feel the way I used to about him. All that would do is cause problems.
I can't even believe what just happened. He had said he was through with our relationship. He was tired of me lying to him about how I kept getting hurt. He was fed up with not being able to protect me from whatever it was. He broke up with me.
What did I do? I begged him to take me back. I told him that I was telling the truth and that I was sorry, and all I wanted was to be with him.
I wasn't sure why I did that. I mean him breaking up with me would have been my way out, without hurting him. I should have let him end things and then moved on. That way both of us could stop getting hurt.
But I was weak. I needed him, even if he did hurt me on a weekly basis. I would rather have a life with him where I sometimes got hurt than a life without him.
But, now I knew I would probably never end things with him. No matter how many times he lied and hit me or how many times I threatened to leave him, I wasn't going anywhere. He had a hold on me that I couldn't describe.
Apparently I had a hold on him too, because he easily took me back. I probably didn't even have to beg him, he would have come back anyways. Our relationship was toxic. We couldn't stay away from eachother no matter what.
"I'm really sorry." I whispered, laying my head on his shoulder.
"No, I'm sorry." He said. "I overreacted. And I should trust you." He kissed the top of my head.
I didn't respond, because he shouldn't have trusted me. Afterall, I was lying. But it was for the best. I think.
"I just feel like something is hurting you, and all I want to do is protect you." He continued.
"Nothing is hurting me." I said quietly. "I'm fine, I promise."
"Promise me something else." He said.
"Anything." I replied.
"Promise you'll always let me protect you and let me be there for you no matter what."
I had broken that promise before I even made it. How could he protect me from himself? How could he be there for me when he was the one that was hurting me? He couldn't.
Maybe I should tell him the truth. Tell him what he's like when he's not sober. Tell him that he hurts me. No, I can't. I can't be responsible for ruining his life. I loved him too much to let that happen.
But how long would this go on? How long would I be able to handle this? What if one day he went too far? We always said we'd be together forever, but how can that work when he's a whole different person, and he doesn't even know it? Not to mention, I wasn't sure if I was ready to live with this forever...
"Sloane, are you happy?" Hermione asked me as we sat down in Potions.
"What do you mean? Of course I am." I replied.
"I mean, are you happy with Harry?" She clarified.
How did she know something wasn't right?! I was silent for a moment before responding. "Not as happy as I used to be."
"I don't know. Everything is all wrong. My feelings are all messed up, and I don't know what to do. I don't know how I feel about Harry or Kale, or Malfoy!"
She raised her eyebrows. "And what exactly does Malfoy have to do with this?"
"Nothing." I said quickly, then I sighed. "A lot, actually. The thing is I don't hate him anymore. I actually like talking to him and stuff."
"Do you like him?" She asked.
"Please don't ask me that." I groaned.
"Because then I have to think about it, and I'm scared about what I'll decide." I said honestly.
"All right, fine." Hermione said. "What about Kale? Do you still like him?"
I scoffed. "Hell, I still love him. But I don't know if we could ever work out."
"What happened between you two?" She asked curiously.
"It's...complicated." I sighed.
"Okay, moving on again. Do you still like Harry?"
"Yes, but not the way I used to. When we were in the same room, my heart used to beat so fast, and I'd be breathless. Now, I feel just normal around him. I know that's not how things are supposed to be." I explained.
"Do you think maybe it's time to end things?" Hermione asked after pausing for a second.
I shrugged. "I don't know yet."
Later that same day I was headed to the library to meet Harry and Luna. They were already there when I arrived. Their heads close together, whispering and laughing.
"Hey, sorry I'm late." I said sitting down across from them.
"Um, it's fine." Luna said blushing slightly. That's rather odd. Luna rarely ever blushes.
Harry leaned across the table and kissed me. I happened to catch Luna staring in a way I couldn't describe. I don't know what was up with her lately, but she was acting strange. Well, stranger than usual.
"I'll be back, I need to get a book really quick." Harry said getting up and walking towards the bookshelves.
"So, Luna, I was reading the Quibbler last night, and I came across something about Wrakspurts, and-" I came to realize that Luna wasn't listening to me. Her focus was on something behind me. I turned, and saw Harry searching through books.
She was staring at Harry with a dreamy look on her face. Something finally clicked in my brain. Luna likes Harry.
The rest of the time that we were hanging out, that's all I could think about. I couldn't believe one of my best friends liked my boyfriend. What was even crazier than that was the fact that I wasn't even mad like I should be. Infact, I was sort of okay with it.
We decided to walk around the grounds, and stopped near the greenhouses. As usual, we all laid on the ground and looked up at the sky. Personally, it always made me feel so much better.
I glanced over at Luna to see if she was looking at Harry, but she was looking up at the clear blue sky.
I looked at over at Harry. He always looked so peaceful when he was looking up at the sky. But this time he wasn't looking up, he was looking at Luna. He was staring at her the way he stared at me. Or used to.
It took me until then to realize Harry didn't look at me the way he used to, like I was the most fascinating person ever, and all he wanted to do was be around me. Apparently, he was now giving Luna that look.
Why? Because he liked Luna. How did I feel about this? I wasn't jealous. I was happy. This would make what I had to do so much easier.
The next day after lessons, I sat alone with Harry.
"Hey, can we talk about something really serious?" I asked him.
"Sure. What is it?" He replied.
"I think we should stop dating." I said.
"What?" He asked.
"We should stop dating." I repeated, hoping I was doing the right thing.
"Why? Do you not like me anymore?" Harry asked.
"No, I do." I said. "Just not like I used to. And be honest, you don't like me the way you used."
"Well, I guess things have kind of changed. But I'm still happy with you." He said.
"I'm happy with you too. But let's face it. We could be happier. Me, well, I'm not sure what would make me happier, and you with Luna."
Harry blushed furiously. "Uhh..."
I smiled. "Harry, I know you like Luna, and it's okay." I explained. "I want you to be happy, and it's clear she makes you happy. I don't want to stand between you two anymore. Me and you are better off as friends. And I'm happy with that. So ask Luna out."
"I don't think she likes me." He mumbled.
"Believe me. I wouldn't be telling you to ask her out if she didn't. You guys have something special." I smiled.
Harry smiled back. "Thanks, Sloane. You're the best." He said.
"I know I am." I said. "Now let's go find Luna."
We found Luna quickly, walking around the grounds without shoes.
"Hi Luna." I said.
"Hello Sloane. Hi Harry." She blushed. It was so obvious she liked him.
"Harry and I broke up." I said. Luna couldn't hide the hopefulness that came across her face.
"That's too bad." She said.
"No, it's not. We're still going to be friends. But I think you two should talk. You both like eachother, and I'm okay with that. I want you guys to be happy...with eachother. So, I'm going to leave you guys alone. See you later."
Without another word, I walked away, smiling. I knew without looking back that they were holding hands.
I was feeling really good after that, and decided to walk around for a bit. My feelings about both Kale and Malfoy weren't clear,but I'd deal with that later, I had already dealt with Harry today.
I was walking down the hall, when I heard from behind me. "Hey,Sloane!"
I turned around to see Malfoy. "Yes?" I asked.
"Rumor has it you and Potter broke up. Is that true?" He asked.
I nodded. "Yep, we decided we're better off as friends."
"Well, that's wondeful to hear. How about that date?" Malfoy asked.
I chuckled. "Do you really just want to be my rebound from Harry? I'm sure you wouldn't appreciate that."
Malfoy paused for a second, thinking it over. "Hmm, you're right." He said. "So I guess I'll have to spend these next few weeks charming you won't I?"
I shrugged. "I guess so. But that's only if you can charm me. You think you're up for the task, Malfoy?"
He smirked. "Most definitely. But what's the best way to get you? At least give me that."
I crossed my arms in front of my chest. "Well, it's pretty simple. And it all depends on how you respond to my next two words: impress me."
"Oh, I will." He said.
"We'll see." I realized how close we were. How did that happen? When did I even move towards him.
Malfoy just stared at me. "Sloane?" He asked quietly. "Would it be too much to ask you to kiss me?"
"Just one kiss." He said.
"Fine." I said. "Close you eyes."
"Why?" He asked.
"I can't do it if you're watching." I explained.
"All right, fine." He closed his eyes. I stared at him for a moment, before quietly backing away from him.
I couldn't kiss him. Not now, not like this. It would only confuse me more.
"I can hear you backing away." He said.
"No, you can't." I said, not being able to hold my laughter.
He opened his eyes, and I turned and ran. A second later, I heard him running after me. He quickly caught up to me, and picked me up and threw me over his shoulder.
"Let go of me Malfoy!" I giggled.
"Not until I get my kiss." He said twirling me around.
"If you don't put me down, I will never go on a date with you." I threatened.
He groaned. "Fine." He put me down, and we were yet again so close.
"This isn't over Sloane." He whispered. "I still like you."
"Well, I still hate you." I said.
I think we both knew that was no longer true...
After my break up with Harry, my feelings were still unclear. I knew that I no longer had any romantic feelings towards Harry, but it was Kale and Malfoy that I'm confused about. I had feelings for them both, but I didn't want to, but I couldn't help myself. I also couldn't choose who I liked better.
Kale was my sweet first love who still gave me butterflies. Malfoy was the bad boy that made me smile with a wink and pissed me off with one remark. Complete opposites, yet I was attracted to both. Though, I'm kind of in denial about my feelings for Malfoy.
I want it to be Kale that I like more. With him things at simpler. We could just pick up where we left off. Malfoy is all new territory that came with multiple complications.
With Kale I know what I'm getting into, but with Malfoy, I don't know what to expect. That truly scares the hell out of me.
"You know, you're really pretty." Malfoy whispered.
"Shut up." I said, feeling myself blush.
"You're blushing." Malfoy observed, smirking broadly.
"No I'm not." I said quickly.
"Yes you are. Don't worry, it's cute." He said.
"It's just really hot in here." I insisted.
"I expect that's because if you." He said moving dangerously close to me.
I turned away and muttered "Back off, Malfoy."
Instead he moved even closer. "I didn't hear you, what was that?" He asked.
"I said b-" I lifted my head up to see that his face was inches from mine. So close that if I made any sudden movement of my head, it would result in us kissing. The odd thing was I wouldn't have a problem with that this particular moment.
Malfoy's smirk faded into a smile and his eyes stared hungrily at my lips. I suddenly felt very self concious and pressed my lips together. But that didn't stop him from leaning in to kiss me. I may have leaned too (though if asked, I would deny it insistantly). I wondered what it would feel like to kiss Malfoy.
I never found out.
"All right, let's clean up now!" Professor Flitwick's high voice squeaked, slapping me back into my right mind.
I quickly turned away from Malfoy and began cleaning up. I heard him curse under his breath. He was obviously put out about not kissing me.
When the bell rang, I sped out of there in order to avoid a comment about the kiss that almost happened, and that I wished had happened.
"I saw you two today." Hermione said that night.
"Who?" I asked.
"You and Malfoy." She replied.
"And what did you see us doing?" I asked, hoping she hadn't seen the almost kiss.
"I saw you about to kiss, only to be interupted by Flitwick. You seemed disappointed."
"I wasn't." I said quickly. "I was relieved if anything."
"Right." She said.
Before I could respond, Ron plopped down happily next to Hermione and kissed her enthusiastically.
"Why are you so happy?" She asked.
"There's gonna be a party here tomorrow night." He said.
"Says who?" I asked.
"Fred and George. They think we should all have a bit of fun since this year has been so hard."
"Oh, it must be so hard having your smart girlfriend do your homework." I said sarcastically.
"Oh, shut up Sloane." Hermione said. "I don't always do it."
I chuckled. "So what are parties here like?" I asked. "At my old school they were crazy and there was at least one every weekend."
"So we have ourselves a real party girl then, hmm?" Ron asked grinning.
"Shut it and answer my question." I said blushing slightly.
"There's drinking, loud music, tons of people from other houses. It's alot of fun."
"People from other houses. Does that include Slytherins?" I asked.
"Definitely." He said.
"But Gryffindors hate Slytherins." I pointed out.
"We may hate them, but there is no party without the Slytherins. That's a fact."
"Oh." I said. Hermione caught my eye. We were both wondering if a certain blonde Slytherin would be there.
Turns out he is. The next night, I can see him from across the room, looking around, no doubt looking for me. I wondered if I should try avoiding him all night? How well would that work? Probably not exceptionally well, with my luck.
Our eyes locked. He gave me a charming smile, and I smiled nervously, and turned in a different direction.
"Have you seen him yet?" Hermione asked.
"Yeah, just a second ago. We locked eyes. I think avoiding him is out of the question" I replied.
"Well, then don't avoid him." She shrugged. "No point in doing that when you like him."
"I don't like him." I said.
"Yeah, right." Hermione said before getting dragged off by Ron. I didn't want to know what they were going to do. I looked around the room, seeing many people I knew and tons of people I didn't. I spotted Harry and Luna sitting comfortably in the corner. They seemed to be enjoying eachother, so I didn't go over and say hi.
Instead, I went over to the table where many cups of firewhiskey were. I stared at them for a moment. It had been so long since I drank. But this would be the first time in a long time I didn't have to worry about staying sober for anyone else's sake. I didn't have to worry about getting hurt. I could really just had fun tonight. Ron was right, this year had been hard.
An hour and about six cups of fireswhiskey later, I'm wasted. I had been doing a wonderful job of avoiding Malfoy and I was currently in conversation with people I don't know.
I was just telling my new friends, whose names I wasn't sure of, about how much a tongue piercing hurt, when a song with an outrageous feel to it came on. I loved it!
"Oh my gosh!" I exclaimed. "This song is amazing, I have to dance to it!" I said to them, stumbling off to the middle of the room where loads of people were dancing.
I danced alone feeling the rythm of the song move me where it may. I saw Malfoy pushing his way through the crowd of people, making his way to me. I seriously considered running, but I wasn't sure how far I would make it without tripping. Malfoy was now in front of me.
I could tell he'd been drinking, but he was nowhere close to how drunk I was. "You wanna dance?" He asked.
"I am dancing." I slurred. Even when drunk, I was a smart ass.
"I meant with me." He said.
"Umm..." I couldn't even think straight.
"Just one dance." He pleaded. Again with the 'just one'. It got me every time. I wonder if he'd catch on anytime soon to that.
"Fine." I said.
We started dancing. Our bodies moved in what seemed perfect rythm together. Malfoy had the worse case of wandering hands I'd ever encountered, but I was so drunk I didn't really care. Infact, I kind of liked it.
The outrageous song ended and a slow one started. In my drunken state, I wondered who plays slow songs at a party like this. I made to leave, but I was pulled back into Malfoy's hard chest.
"Let's dance." He said.
"You said just one." I reminded him.
"But that was a fast one. How about just one slow dance?" He asked. I'm starting to get highly suspicious that he's aware of this whole 'just one' weakness I had.
"Okay." I said.
He put his hand on my lower back and with his other hand grasped my hand. It was so formal. We danced in silence. Malfoy caught me off guard by spinning me quickly, and then dipping me.
His lips brushed down my neck. "You smell so good." he whispered as he brought me back up.
"Really?" I asked. "Like what?"
"Roses." He murmered as he once again brushed his lips against my neck, but this time he didn't dip me. He then softly kissed my neck. "You taste good too." He said before continuing to plant sweet, pleasurable kisses up my neck.
As Malfoy's lips moved up, his hand moved down my back,until finally, his lips were on my lips, and his hand was on my ass. Never had a kiss made me feel so weak, or made me want someone so much.
We kissed until the song ended, in which Malfoy finally pulled away, breathlessly. He took my hand and pulled me away into the closet, where I'd never been before. After locking it, he kissed me, wrapping his arms around me, bringing me closer, pressing my body to his.
I kissed him back clinging to him, never wanting his lips to leave mine. Malfoy backed me into the wall pressing me against it. It wasn't until then that I realized what I was doing. I was kissing Malfoy! I'm supposed to hate him!
He removed his lips from my own, and proceeded to neck once more. "Malfoy." I said panting. "S-stop."
He pulled away, grinding his body against mine, causing pleasure and lust to spread through my whole body. "Why? You're enjoying it, aren't you?" He asked. Though I couldn't see much in this dark closet, I could see him smirking.
"Yes. But...I'm supposed to hate you." I whispered.
"Well, how about just for one night, you pretend you don't hate me, and we have some fun together." He suggested, his fingers running along the bare skin on my stomache.
I was now sure he knew my 'just one' weakness, and was currently using it against me.
"What do you say?" He asked, leaning in. I eagerly leaned in, ready for another kiss, but he pulled away before I could. The stupid tease. "Ah, ah. Only if you agree." He whispered.
"Okay." I said, before grabbing him by the back of his neck, and slamming his lips into mine. He kissed me back with so much passion, it was clear that he had wanted this for so long.
He lifted me off my feet, pressing me even harder against the wall. I wrapped my legs around him, wishing there was some way he could be even closer. I have no idea how long we stayed in that closet but I do know I thoroughly enjoyed that night.
My head is pounding so painfully right now. I shut my eyes, trying to make it stop. A moment later, I opened them again to the sound of a groan. From my bed, I could see tons of people sleeping on the floor of the dormirtory. Most of them didn't belong here. I attempted to lift my head, but that just made the pounding worse.
I realize someone else is in my bed. I'm sure it's just Hermione. Someone must have been in her bed, so she slept in mine. That makes perfect sense, I thought as darkness closed all around me.
I was half awake as I changed positions in bed. My leg brushed Hermione's. It was very hairy. When I was more sober, I'd make sure to suggest that she shave her legs.
Again, I wake up. There are no longer people on the floor or on the beds. It's just me and Hermione in my bed. I'm still in no mood to get up though. I hear Hermione groan very deeply as she stretches. Her arm wraps my waist. She must think I'm Ron or something.
She kisses my neck. Okay, it's getting weird so I turn around to see that it's not Hermione in bed with me, but Malfoy. I scrambled out of bed quickly.
"Malfoy what are you doing in my bed?!" I demanded.
"Besides enjoying myself?" He asked, smirking as he looked me up and down.
I looked down to see I was only in lingerie. I grabbed the first thing I see and put it on me. Of course, it's Malfoy's shirt.
He smoothly gets out of my bed,and I can't help but stare, because all he has is boxers on. Malfoy and I were in bed together, half naked. What the hell happened last night?
"W-why did you sleep in my bed last night?" I said trying not eye his muscles.
"You asked me to." He answered.
"I did no such thing!" I said.
"Yeah, you did. After we hooked up last night you asked me to sleep with you."
"We didn't hook up last night." I said trying so desperately to remember if we had. I was so drunk out of my right mind.
"Yes, Sloane we did." Malfoy said coming towards me. "This might remind you of what happened." He said placing his hand on the back of my neck and kissing me.
It all came back to me. Us dancing, hooking up in the closet, leaving the closet, only to hook up some more in various other places, him carrying me up to bed, because I was so hammered. I remember asking him to sleep with me, though I had no intention of actually sleeping if he stayed, which obviously he did.
As this all came flooding into my brain, I kissed Malfoy back. He pulled me down on top of him. This position was oddly familar. I pulled away, and looked down at him.
"Last did we..." I couldn't finish.
"Have sex? No." Malfoy answered. "Although, you did want to really bad, but I had to stop you from taking advantage of me."
I scoffed. "Yeah, right." We kissed again. Was it possible he was an even better kisser sober?
Malfoy rolled on top of me, kissing me harder. His tongue danced along mine, giving me great pleasure. Why couldn't things just be simple with us? Why did I have to be sure he didn't hurt me?
I stopped kissing him, and pushed him off of me. "What's wrong?" He asked confused.
"We are." I answered. "We shouldn't be doing this."
"Please don't give me the 'I'm supposed to hate you' shit again. No one is telling you to hate me." He said in frustrating.
"But I should!" I said. "Draco, how could it ever work between us?" I asked.
"I don't know. I suppose we'll figure it out."
"I don't think we will."
"Why not?" He asked.
"Because you only want me because you can't have me." I answered. "You said you liked a challenge. What happens when the challenge becomes easy?"
"Sloane, I will still want you." Draco said softly. "And you can't tell me you didn't feel anything last night."
"Oh, Draco, I was wasted! I was drunk enough to do anything!" I exclaimed.
"That's not true, otherwise we would have had sex last night. If you were so drunk, you wouldn't have stopped yourself." He countered.
He had a good point, but I wouldn't admit it.
"Why are you so against us being together?" He asked.
"I refuse to let you hurt me." I said, my voice barely above a whisper.
"I won't." He insisted.
"Well, I don't know that for sure." I said.
"I'm going to prove that I won't."
"Draco, just-" his lips cut me off, kissing me deeply.
"I will." He said before standing up, and slipping into his trousers. "Keep the shirt, you look great in it."
He walked out of the room, leaving me even more confused than I was before the drunken night.
Everything after the party was even more confusing. I wanted Draco more than ever, but I also didn't want him even more than when I first met him. I hated these conflicted feelings. But what I hated even more was that he knew I was conflicted, and he was using that weakness against me.
"Guess what I'm thinking of." Draco whispered in my ear. I still had not gained control over my blushing.
"What?" I breathed.
"Your soft lips on mine. Your hands touching me. The feel of your body against mine." Suddenly I felt his hands on me and I could feel him moving closer. Why did I agree to us studying alone in some abandoned classroom?
Draco was turning me around to face him, his hands slipping around my waist, his face moving closer by the second. At the last possible moment, I turned my face away. He sighed and rested his head on mine.
"Sloane, love, why do you do this to me?" He asked. "You let me come so close and then back out at the last moment. Why?"
"Because I'm not giving in to you so easily." I said. "I told you before, I'm not like your little groupies. You have to work for my affection, not the other way around."
"I love that about you." He said pressing me against the table. "I love how you make me work for it. That will make winning you over so much more worth it."
"Why do you like that?" I asked confused.
"First of all, I love it, not like it." I rolled my eyes. "Second of all, I've never had to work for anything in my life. This is the first thing. And I find it so...exciting. I get this insane thrill in trying to get you. And when I get you, I'll finally know what's it like to have my hard work pay off."
"So you like the chase?" I asked.
"Yes." Draco grinned. "Though sometimes I wish you would allow me a kiss or something. You turn me on so much that sometimes I can't control myself. There are moments where I have to touch you and all I can think about is kissing you. I'm having a moment like that now."
Draco was pressing me against the table so much, I was forced to sit on it. He stood between my legs, his hands on my thighs. His gaze was so intense, it was pulling me towards him.
I managed to fight the feeling. I cleared my throat. "We really should be focusing on Charms."
"I have a one track mind. I can only focus on one thing at a time." He said. It didn't take a genius to know I was that one thing.
"So, maybe you should only focus on Charms then." I suggested.
He sighed, although he was smiling. "Soon this hard to get routine will become a bore for you."
"Nah, I don't see that happening anytime soon." I said. "But it might become boring for you, don't you think?"
"Not a chance." He laughed leaning in to kiss me.
I rolled my eyes and gave him a light shove. "Back to studying, Malfoy." I said.
"I love a woman who takes control." He said smirking as he backed away from me.
"Yeah?" I asked. "Well, I love a man who can listen. Especially when I say no. Looks like you're not my type."
"That's all right. I can make you sway and persuade you to love my type." Draco said confidently.
"Yeah, we'll see about that." I whispered.
I was still with him. He still hadn't gotten any better. He quit drinking for about two weeks, and then he was right back to it. I didn't leave like I always swore to myself I would. There was no point in leaving when I knew I'd just come right back, that would be a waste of time and tears.
I was always careful around him, even when he was his real self. I had gotten into the habit of, and it couldn't stop. We always did what he wanted, though sometimes I would have to convince him it was what I wanted when it wasn't. I did whatever I had to to keep him happy. I'd laugh and smile around him, when really all I wanted to do was cry.
I convinced myself I was happy with him, because that's what I wanted so desperately. To be happy with him. To feel loved by him, to feel safe with him. I felt none of that. What I felt with him was fear. Fear he would find out what he's like when he drinks,fear he could snap at any moment, fear he would leave me.
He was dragging me away forcefully. No one seemed to notice. "What the hell was that all about?" He growled once he got me alone. The fear of him snapping invaded my body.
"What was what about?" I asked in a small voice.
"Why were you talking to him?! Are you cheating on me or something?" He asked angrily.
"What? No!" I said.
"He was flirting with you, I could tell." He said.
"Ethan is your best friend, he would never do that."
"How do you know that?" He asked.
"Because I know him." I said. "He would never betray your friendship like that."
"I don't like the way he was looking at you." He stated.
"You don't like the way any guy looks at me." I pointed out. It was a risky statement, but it was times like this where I couldn't control myself.
"That's because they're all trying to steal you away. They're trying to take you from me."
"No one is trying to take me away!" I protested.
"I don't want you talking to him anymore." He said.
"Excuse me?" I asked.
"You heard me. Stay away from him."
"I am not going to do whatever you say. You don't own me." I said walking away. I didn't even care that there was a possibility I would pay for that later.
I looked down at my watch. Where the hell was he? What part of 'meet me at twelve' didn't he understand? I sat on a desk waiting anxiously. Maybe he wasn't coming, maybe he was finally tired of the chase.
I couldn't blame him, I had taken so long to give into my feelings for him. But at least I finally gave in, I should get some credit for that.
Just as I was about to give up hope, I heard the doorknob turning. I know it's him. A smile comes across my lips as the tall blonde figure slips into the classroom locking the door.
"What kept you Malfoy?" I asked in silky voice.
"I had to make sure this was for real and you weren't playing with me or something." He said quietly as he made his way towards me.
"Are you satisfied in finding out this is for real?" My voice was barely above a whisper.
"Very satisfied." He answered as a sly smile slid across his lips. He was now infront of me. His hands crept up my thighs, he stood in between my legs, and he brought his face closer.
I hesitated for a second. "What?" He asked. "This is what you want, isn't it?"
"Yes." I said quickly. Again he brought his face closer, and this time I didn't hesitate. I was hit with ecstasy when our lips touched. At that moment I knew I had made the right choice in giving in to him.
"Mmm." Draco moaned as he wrapped his arms around me tightly. He was holding me tighter, kissing me harder, and I was loving every second of it.
He pushed against me, causing me to lay back on the table, he was on top of me, his hands gliding smoothly over my body, making me shiver with pleasure. No one had ever touched me like this.
His hands came between us, and he started unbottoning my shirt...
I sat up as I woke with a start. I sighed in relief as I realized it was just a dream. I wasn't in an abadoned classroom getting down and dirty with Draco Malfoy, I was safely in my bed.
"Bad dream?" A voice asked next to me.
I turned and smiled at the mess of blonde hair next to me. "Something like that." I said.
Draco pulled me down to him. "Let me comfort you then, hmm?" He asked. I nodded, knowing his idea of comforting wasn't just hugging.
He kissed me passionately, and I responded back immediately. My hands ran down his bare chest as he pulled me on top of him. His hands stayed on my bare back, holding me and making me stay there. As if I'd want to go anywhere else, I was in heaven.
He gently rolled on top of me, and traced kisses down my neck. I tilted my head back, giving him full access.
"Make love to me Draco." I whispered.
"Anything you want." He whispered back and then he kissed my lips again...
I wake up suddenly, breathing lightly. I'm much too calm for someone who just dreamt about Malfoy twice. I look around wildly, making sure I'm alone in my bed. I sighed in relief.
"Who were you dreaming about?" Hermione's voice asked.
I looked over at her. "No one." I said.
"It was Malfoy, wasn't it?" She asked.
"What makes you think that?" I asked.
"You said his name." She smirked.
Since when do I talk in my sleep?! "All right, fine, it was Draco." I admitted.
"Tell me what happened!" She exclaimed.
I quietly (so other girls wouldn't hear) explained the dreams to her. "You guys were naked in bed together?!"
"Yes, but it was just a dream." I said.
"And you told him to make love to you."
"Okay, I can't explain that one." I said looking down.
"You like him." Hermione said.
"No, I can't." I whined. "How could I like him?"
"I don't know, but how else can you explain having dreams like that about him?" She asked.
"It was that stupid party. If we hadn't hooked up, I wouldn't be dreaming about him."
"We both know you felt something before the party." She said knowingly.
"Stupid fine between love and hate!" I muttered. "If it was thicker shit like this wouldn't happen!" I was determined to blame anyone or anything but myself for my feelings for Draco.
But deep down, I knew no matter what I would have eventually fallen for Draco Malfoy. That didn't mean I was going down without a fight.
At breakfast that morning, I received my usual letter from Kale, only it didn't say all the usual things, like how's it going and things are great. No, this one was serious.
I want to talk to you about something serious. Us. I know we're far away from eachother, but for me, that's okay, as long as I can call you mine. I don't exactly know what happened to us before, I don't understand why you left, but I don't care. I'm more than willing to try again, as I've said so many times before. It's your choice, I'll do whatever you want me to. Please just give me one more chance. That's all I ask. Either way, I can't wait to see you for holidays. I love you.
I smiled down at the letter. When I looked up, I caught Draco's eye. Suddenly everything was clear. If I got back with Kale, there would be no way I'd be tempted to be with Draco. I could save myself from the inevitable pain Draco would cause me.
I quickly got out a piece of parchment, and scribbled down my response, which was yes to another try.
Later that day, I was headed back to the common room. I had just received another letter from Kale. We were getting back together,but not officially until holidays. I looked down at the ground smiling, when I looked up my blonde nightmare was coming towards me.
"I was hoping run into you." Draco said.
"And why is that?" I asked, leaning casually against the wall.
"So I could do this." He kissed me, completely catching me off guard.
"My boyfriend will not like this." I whispered.
He raised his eyebrows. "Since when do you have a boyfriend?"
"Well, it's not official yet, but I'm getting back with my ex. Not Harry." I added in.
"I don't like this topic, I'm changing it. Are you staying here for holidays? I am." He said.
"No, I'm going to stay with my boyfriend. That's when we make it official." I smirked.
"Is there a chance I can win you over before that?" Draco asked.
"In your dreams." I whispered, smiling.
"And in yours?" He asked. I just stared at him frozen. How did he know I dreamt about him?
A smile came across his face. "You actually do dream about me!"
"I-I do not. It was j-just a-" He cut off my stuttering with a sweet kiss.
"What was I doing in your dream?" He asked.
"That." I breathed.
"Well, now I can make your dream a reality." He kissed me gently at first, but as the kiss deepened, he kissed me harder. I don't know why I couldn't bring myself to stop. Maybe because I wanted this...
"This doesn't change anything." I said afterwards. "I'm still getting back with Kale."
"And I'm still going to chase after you. You're not getting rid of me so easily." Draco said.
"Good night Draco." I said. He snuck a kiss again and smirked. I pushed him lightly and started walking away.
"Sweet dreams, Sloane." He called. "I'll see you there." I could hear him chuckling.
"More like in my nightmares." I called back. My very beautiful nightmares, that is.
Christmas holidays came quickly, and I was so excited to see Kale. I was excited to get back together and try again without it being such a big risk. And I was relieved to get away from Draco. Maybe some time away would give me some sense back.
But at the same time I would miss him. But only a little bit. And if anyone asked, I would deny even thinking I'd miss him.
Pretty much everyone was leaving for holidays. Hermione was spending the holidays with Ron and his big family. Harry was going to Luna's and meeting her Father for the first time. And I of course would be at Kale's house. His parents are going to be on a cruise, so it's going to be just us and his older brother, Cole.
The night before leaving, Hermione and I packed our things excitedly. "I'm so happy I finally get to see Kale tomorrow!" I smiled. "I wonder if he's even changed a little bit. Three months is the longest I've ever gone without seeing him."
"Sloane, I think it's great you're trying things with Kale again, but are you sure you can control your feelings for Draco?" Hermione asked.
I scoffed. "Of course I can. And I'd hardly call them feelings anyways." I said.
"Are you sure? You don't want end up cheating on Kale."
"I won't. Which is why I already told him about me kissing Draco. That proves that I care enough about him not to cheat." I said confidently. "You worry too much, Hermione. Things between me and Kale are going to be perfect."
I didn't want to do it, but it had to be done. Last night things had gone way too far. And if anyone especially him ever found out what happened things would go from bad to worse. I had never pictured it happening like that, losing my virginity, but then again who does?
Who pictures their drunk boyfriend making them do something they didn't want to? Something they weren't ready for just yet? No one.
I wonder if he remembers. I hope not. This will be ten times easier if he doesn't remember a thing. It will be easier to leave this way. Here he comes, he's smiling. Probably because he has no idea what I'm about to say.
"Hey, babe." He said kissing me. Our last kiss. I started crying.
"What's wrong?" He asked hugging me.
"I-I can't be your girlfriend anymore." I cried.
He's stepped away as though I had slapped him. "What do you mean?"
"We can't be together anymore. I'm breaking up with you." I said sobbing by this point.
"But why?" He asked. "Did I do something wrong? Was it something I did? I can fix whatever it is." His voice was so desperate, it made me cry harder.
I shook my head, not being able to speak. "Sloane, please, tell me what it is. Tell me what I can do to change your mind." Tears rolled down his face as he searched my eyes trying to find some explanation as to why I was doing this.
"Nothing." I chocked out. "There's nothing you can do. I'm sorry, I just can't do this anymore."
"B-but I don't understand. I thought everything was perfect. That we were going to be together forever."
I shook my head again. "It won't work." I whispered. "It will never work out between us, and I'm sorry."
"Sloane...you can't leave me. I love you." He cried.
"I love you too." I sobbed. "That's why I'm doing this." I turned away quickly and ran away from him, leaving a piece of my heart there with him.
I sighed happily as the train started moving. I sat in a compartment with Hermione, Ron, Harry and Luna. I felt a little out of place because I wasn't apart of a couple, but I didn't mind. Soon, I would be under a mistle toe with Kale.
After I had left my friends, I waited for the Knight Bus. Kale said that he couldn't meet me there because he had a big surprise to plan for me for when I got there. The Knight Bus finally arrived, and I experienced possibly the worst fifteen minutes of my life. Honestly, it should be illegal for that Ernie guy to be driving.
When I reached Kale's front door, I didn't bother knocking or anything, I used to practically live there. I opened the door and walked in.
"Hello?" I called out.
"Sloane, is that you?" Cole's voice asked from the living room.
"Yeah." I answered walking into the room.
"Um, you're uh kinda early." He said.
"Am I?" I asked. "I didn't realize. Anyways, where's Kale?"
"Er, upstairs in his room. Why don't you go up there? Don't knock, just go right in and surprise him."
"That's a good idea." I grinned. I hurried up the stairs and stood in front of his door for a second and took a deep breath and opened it. The smile quickly slid off of my face when I saw what Kale was doing. Or more like who he was about to do.
I had walked in on Kale making out with Gloria Hilden with like half their clothes on. "What the fuck!" I screamed.
Kale's eyes widened as he saw me. "Sloane! This isn't what it looks like!" I looked at him in disgust. Gloria's ugly ass lipstick was smeared all over his face.
"Really, so you weren't getting ready to fuck that slut?" I asked angrily.
"Kale what the hell is she doing here?" Gloria asked. "I thought you said things were completely over between you two."
"Well, that's definitely true now." I said. I couldn't look at the two of them, so I looked around the room instead. Things sure had changed. Every single picture that Kale had of me was gone and replaced with pictures of him and Gloria instead. I looked at his dresser next to me. There had always been a picture of me and him in a frame.
But not anymore. A picture of him and Gloria had taken it's place. I picked up the picture frame angrily and looked at it. I was so mad, I was cracking the glass from holding it so tightly. It cut my hand but I didn't even feel it.
I threw the picture frame. It narrowly missed Kale's head and smashed into the wall. "Did you get rid of everything that had to do with me?!" I screamed. "Did you erase me from your memory or something?!"
"No, of course not." Kale said quickly. "Honestly I can explain everything."
"Really, you can explain why you lied to me? Why you replaced me with her? Why you thought this was okay? You can explain all of that?"
"What is she talking about?" Gloria asked.
"I'm talking about for the last three months, Kale has been writing me saying he wants me back, that he loves me, that he wants to try one more time. A bunch of lies." I said.
"Those weren't lies." He insisted.
"That's hard to believe when I catch you making out with her. We hadn't even gotten back together and you're already cheating." I shook my head. "But I guess I should be lucky, at least I found out before I made a huge mistake again."
"Sloane, come on." Kale begged. "This is nothing, it's just a fling. You're the one I love, you know that."
"Oh, yes, because nothing says I love you like 'Hey, Sloane, I'm fucking Gloria Hilden'!" I yelled.
"What do you mean a fling?!" Gloria demanded. "You said you loved me."
"Kale says a lot of things he doesn't mean." I said. I was holding back tears like my life depended on it. I refused to cry because of this. Not a single tear would fall from my eyes. And most certaintly not in front of Kale.
I roughly opened my trunk and pulled out all the letters Kale had written to me in the last three months. I threw them at Gloria. "Just in case you don't believe me, there's some proof that he was lying to us both."
I turned to leave. "Where are you going?" Kale asked.
"As much fun as this has been, I'm going back to Hogwarts. We're through forever." I said. "Don't write me anymore, I won't respond."
"You can't leave me again, you're making a mistake." He said.
"The first time I left was a mistake. This time, I know I'm making the right choice." I sighed. "As I said before, this has been fun, let's never do it again." I continued walking.
When I got downstairs, Cole gave me a sad look. "I'm sorry. You had to know."
I gave him a sad smile back. "Don't be sorry. Thank you." I said. "Can I use your fireplace? I need to floo back to Hogwarts."
"Sure." He said. He walked me there. Before I grabbed the floo powder, he kissed me.
I stared at him shocked. He smiled and pointed to the ceiling and said "Mistletoe."
I half laughed and grabbed the Floo Powder. "Hogwarts, Gryffindor common room!" I shouted.
On the other side, I was met with a surprised looking Neville. "Sloane what are you doing here?" He asked.
"I had a change of plans." I said quietly.
"Oh, well, do you want to play Wizard's Chess with me?" He asked.
"Later, okay?" I said.
"All right." Neville said going back to his plant. After taking my trunk up to my room, I left Gryffindor Tower and walked around alone. It didn't take long for me to finally break down. I was so angry at Kale, and I was so hurt and I felt so stupid.
I had fallen for his little act. How had I not seen it? Did I really think that Kale loved me so much there wouldn't be some other girl? That he would seriously wait for me? I thought I knew him, but apparently I didn't.
The hot tears heated my cold face as they slid down. Every so often, I would wipe my eyes, attempting to make the tears stop.
"Sloane, is that you?" A voice asked from behind me. I recognized the voice. It was the voice of the only person I could actually tolerate to be around right now. Draco.
I turned around, wiping my eyes quickly. "What happened to your little boyfriend?" He asked smirking.
"He's not my boyfriend, he's a cheating liar." I said, my voice trembling.
His face quickly changed once he had gotten closer, and heard my voice. "What happened?" He asked concerned.
I shook my head, as more tears spilled. "I'm just stupid." I cried. "Just so stupid. I believed him. I thought I knew exactly who he was, and I was wrong."
"Shh." He said bringing me closer as I cried into his chest. "You're not stupid, love. He is." He wrapped his arms around me.
Eventually I told Draco exactly what happened. I had also stopped crying. "He really is stupid." Draco said. "Who would chose some slut over you?"
I smiled as we walked. Out of the corner I saw Draco slowly reach for my hand, and then stop. I was a little disappointed. "What happened to your hand?" He asked.
I looked down, and saw it smeared with blood. I hadn't even noticed. "Cut my hand." I said as I bent down to pick up some snow. I rubbed it against my hand until the blood disappeared.
"Do you want me to get you a bandage or something?" He asked.
I shook my head. "No it's fine, it doesn't even hurt. Though, it is really cold now."
"I can fix that." Draco said as he took my hand in his, intertwining our fingers. I smiled. "Is your hand warmer now?" He asked.
"Yes." I said.
We entered the castle again, not saying much, until we just stopped walking. I looked up, above us was a mistletoe. He looked up too. I reached up and kissed him.
When we pulled away, he didn't look as happy as I thought he'd be. "What's wrong?" I asked. "Did you not want me to kiss you?"
"No, that's not it." He said quickly. "It's just I wish you would kiss me because you actually want to."
"What do you mean?" I asked confused.
"I mean, like at the party, you only kissed me because you were drunk. And after that, I was the one who kissed you, you just didn't push me away. And now the mistletoe is the only reason you kissed me. I want you to want to kiss me." Draco explained.
I backed up, pulling him with me so we were no longer under the mistletoe. Then I kissed him again, passiontely.
"I haven't had anything to drink, there's no mistletoe. I kissed you because I wanted to." I whispered.
He smiled before kissing me again. He kissed me hard as I pushed him against the wall. He groaned and forcefully brought my body closer. I guess now I was truly done fighting him. I was finally giving in and I was okay with that.
We pulled away breathlessly. "You wanna go back to my room?" He asked.
"Yes please." I answered without a second thought.
I never thought this would happen. I never thought that I would end up pinning Draco Malfoy down on his bed as we kissed heatedly. Nor did I ever think that I would have his jacket, scraf and shirt off in under three minutes.
I guess all that time pretending not to want him got to me and now I wanted him even more than before. Draco managed to get me to stop pinning his arms above his head and started removing my shirt.
I allow him to take it off. His face was fixed in a smirk as he took my shirt off as though he was thinking over all the things he was going to do to me. I would be lying if is said that didn't turn me on even more.
He kissed me again, with desperation and passion, I could tell he wanted me just as bad as I wanted him. His hands never stayed in just one place. Not like I wanted them to, anyways.
I pulled out of the kiss as I straddled Draco I leaned down and started to kiss him neck. From the corner of my eye, I can see Draco biting his lip in pleasure. After a few minutes of him moaning, he grabs my hair and gently pulls my head back, I can see that I left my mark.
The smirk I have slides off my face as Draco starts lightly nibbling neck. I don't think anything had ever felt so good. This was even better than my dreams. As I let out a soft moan, Draco continued to both nibble and pull me back gently.
He had me at his will, I moved the way he wanted me to. I was no longer on top of him. We were both on our sides, and he was kissing me on the lips again.
As Draco's hands moved over my chest, I got chills. I don't know if it was because of him or the cold. Whatever it was, it somehow made me want him more. My hands slid down his chest to his pants, which I started to unbutton.
"Woah." Draco whispered in excitement. I was excited too, honestly. He pulled me back on top of him. I tenderly kissed his muscular chest.
"Damn." He moaned. Oh, how I was loving this. As my lips met his again, we heard footsteps. We both stopped. Draco sat up quickly, causing me to roll off of him, and onto the floor.
"Under the bed." Draco whispered. I didn't need to be told twice, I quickly got under as the door opened.
"What's up mate?" Blaise's voice asked.
"Um, not much." Draco answered.
"Aren't you cold?" Blaise asked. "You're not even wearing a shirt."
"Well, uh it was getting kind of hot in here, so I took it off." Draco said.
I felt something crawling up my arm and jerked to get it off and hit my head on the bed. Draco quickly started coughing to cover up the noise and my brief cursing.
"You all right? That sounds like a nasty cough." Blaise commented.
"I'm fine." Draco assured him.
"What's that?" Blaise asked.
"What's what?" Draco asked.
"That." I assumed Blaise was pointing to something.
"A shirt." Draco answered.
"Whose shirt? None of us guys wears a purple long sleeved shirt like this." I saw Blaise pick my shirt off the floor. "Or a girl's jacket," My jacket disappeared from the floor. "Or this purple scarf."
Blaise paused for a moment, and I thought he was going to look under the bed. Instead he laughed. "You were hooking up with a girl huh?" He asked.
"Yeah." Draco said.
"So you finally decided to give up on Sloane. Or is this just because she's gone and then when she gets back, you'll go back to dedicating your life to her?" Blaise asked.
There was so much dust under the bed, it was itching my nose. Oh, no I felt a sneeze. I held it in, but then another came before I realized it was coming.
"Achoo!" I sneezed.
"She's still here?" Blaise asked. "Oh, I interupted. Let's see who she is, come on out mystery girl."
On my way from getting from under the bed, I spotted a Charms book and I picked it up as I stood up.
Blaise's face showed so many things at one time. Shock, disbelief, amusement. "Sloane?!"
"Um, I left my Charms book in class and Draco got it for me, so I came to get it." I lied.
"You got more than your Charms book from what I can see." He laughed.
I was determined to not let him embarass me. "Well, thank you Draco, I really appreciate it." I said.
"Your book or the hooking up?" Blaise taunted.
I glared at him. "Both." I answered. Blaise smirked at me.
"Well, you're welcome." Draco said. "My pleasure."
"I will see you guys at dinner." I said.
"Don't forget your clothes." Blaise said laughing. I snatched my clothes and quickly put them on before I started walking out. "Nice bra!" Blaise called.
"Go to hell, Zabini!" I called back.
I returned back to the Gryffindor Tower smiling. And I knew it was because of Draco. I liked him and I wasn't afraid to admit. It felt good to finally get that off my chest and not hold it all in.
But after what happened, did that mean I was now Draco's girlfriend? Did I want more than a casual relationship with him at the moment? I kinda did.
I played Wizard's Chess with Neville and won three times before we headed down for dinner. Since not too many people stayed for holidays, everyone sat at one table. Against my better judgement, I sat next to Draco, who smiled and kissed me.
"Aren't you two just adorable?" Blaise asked mockingly.
"Yes, we are." Draco answered. "No need to be jealous." Blaise made a face at him, but said nothing more.
Dinner was filled with Draco having his utmost attention on me and Blaise making little remarks about it.
After dinner, Draco and lingered in the Entrance Hall to be alone.
"Today was a dream come true." Draco said leaning his head against mine.
"Yeah, it was. Literally." I smiled.
"You have any plans tomorrow?" He asked.
"Depends." I said.
"On if you're asking me to do something with you." I answered.
"I am." Draco said.
"Well, then, I guess I have plans with you tomorrow." I grinned.
"Brilliant." He whispered kissing me. Draco walked me the Gryffindor Tower, where he was very reluctant to leave me, but after a few minutes of kissing, he finally left.
I went to sleep happily that night. Today hadn't gone how I had expected it, yet it was still amazing. Espcially because I just might be Draco Malfoy's girlfriend.
The next day when I exited the common room, there was Draco waiting for me with a smile on his face. I smiled back.
"Well isn't this a nice surprise." I said as I wrapped my arms around the neck.
"I was hoping it would be." He said as he kissed me. "I thought about you all night." He whispered.
"I saw you in my dreams last night." I whispered back. He grinned and took my hand as we made our way to the Great Hall for breakfast.
After breakfast, I looked expectantly at Draco. "So what's the plan?" I asked.
"You'll see." He winked as he pulled me along. At first we just walked around, talking about our excitement for Christmas the next day.
At around noon I started getting hungry. "You want to go eat?" I asked.
"I sure do." He said. He started leading us in the opposite direction of the castle.
"Um the castle is that way, Draco." I said.
"I know love, just trust me." Draco said smiling. Finally we came to a spot near the lake. I gasped. There was a blanket laid out with a picnic basket and magic fire in a jar.
"You did this?" I asked.
"Yeah, Blaise helped a bit though."
"I love it!" I gushed.
"Then shall we?" He asked.
We sat down and he opened the picnic basket and started laying the food out. "Draco this honestly couldn't be more perfect." I said.
"Neither could you." He smiled. We drank hot chocolate as we ate our food. Talking like we never had before.
I never knew I could feel so comfortable around him. I found myself telling him about things I hadn't told anyone. After we were finished we packed everything up and just laid there on the blanket cuddled up together. I didn't feel cold one bit even though it was snowing.
"I told you I would do it." Draco said suddenly.
"Do what?" I asked.
"Get you to go out on a date with me." He said.
I laughed. "Yes you did tell me. I just didn't believe you. Did you think it would take this long?" I asked.
"Not at all. I thought I'd have you in a month. You're so damn stubborn though."
"I know." I said smirking.
"But like I said it would be, it's so worth it. This moment right now, it's perfect. You're perfect." He said quietly.
I kissed him. "You're kinda perfect too." I whispered.
"You think?" He asked.
"A little bit. But if you tell anyone I said that, I'll kick your ass." I said giggling.
"Oh you know I'm going to tell everyone." He joked. We laid there for awhile before getting into a huge snowball fight, in which I think I won because we ended it kissing and I was on top of him. That night I hung out with him and Blaise in the common room. Draco held my hand all night.
I loved that about him. He didn't care that his friend was around, he still acted like he liked me. Even more so to be honest. But he still hadn't claimed me as his girlfriend which I didn't really understands why. I mean he liked me, I liked him. We went on a date, we've kissed, we held hands. We're practically together just not officially.
I was surprised at how much I wanted him to make it official too. I mean a month ago I was flat out rejecting him and now I wanted to be his girlfriend. It was a big switch if you ask me.
Christmas the next day was nice. I got books from Hermione, sweets from Ron, a necklace to keep Nargles away from Luna, and more sweets from Harry. Mom got me a beautiful charm bracelet there was a letter telling me how proud she was of me and telling Kale to say hi.
I had completely forgotten to tell her I wasn't staying at Kale's. Oh well, what she doesn't know won't hurt her right? Christmas dinner was very nice and delicious and I went to bed happily.
The next week flew by. I spent practically every waking hour with Draco. Talking, laughing, kissing, it was great. Even when I was asleep I was with Draco because I couldn't stop dreaming of him. But still he hadn't made me his official girlfriend yet and it was killing me.
One night we were in the Slytherin common room. My head in Draco's lap reading the book Hermione got me as he gently (but absently) stroked my hair while reading some book on Quidditch.
"Draco?" I asked quietly.
"Yeah babe?" He asked looking away from his book. I sat up crossing my legs and facing him.
"Am I your girlfriend?" I asked.
"No." He said.
"Oh." I said, trying to not to sound too hurt. "Well that's all I wanted to know. I'm tired I think I'll be going now." I made to leave, but Draco grabbed my arm.
"Woah, Sloane, babe hold on a second okay?" He asked.
I sat back down. He took a deep breath before talking. "It's not like I don't want you to be my girlfriend." He started. "But right now, you're not my girlfriend. I haven't asked you out yet."
"Well what are you waiting for?" I asked.
"The right moment." Draco said.
"Can this be the right moment?" I questioned.
He smiled. "Yes it can." He dug in his pocket. "I was going to ask you later, but since you're so eager might as well do it now."
He handed me a velvet box. "Draco no." I said.
"Just take it." He said. "And open it."
I opened the box and was relieved to see just a little card reading.
Be my girlfriend?
I nodded. "Of course." I kissed him.
"There's more." He said. "Pick up the card."
I did as I was told and saw a beautiful charm underneath it. It was a heart with a 'D' engraved in it.
"I'm guessing 'D' stands for Draco?" I asked.
"Nah, it stands for 'denied' for all the times you denied me." He joked.
I laughed. "Put it on me?" I asked. After he had put the charm on my bracelet, I kissed him again.
"And now, I have finally made you mine." Draco said. "My mission is complete."
"No it isn't." I said. "You're next mission is to actually keep me around." I winked.
"I think that will be easier than my other mission." He said grinning. We stayed cuddled up on the couch doing everything we usuallly did. But things were different now, because I was now his girlfriend and he was my boyfriend.
In two days the rest of the students would return and everyone would know that I was now Draco Malfoy's girlfriend. Should be interesting...