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Sirrah Malfoy by EnigmaticEyes16
Chapter 4 : Revenge
Rating: MatureChapter Reviews: 11

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Author's Note: Hey guys! I'm so proud of this story! I already have over 400 reads and have reached over 100 on Chapter Three. Yay! Thanks to everyone who reads this and a special thanks to those who've reviewed: marciabarcia, lily16, MidnightSun, and Rowdy18!

Anyway, I am currently waiting on chapter images for the first three chapters so be sure to check them out when I get them up. I'll probably let you know when I do.

Oh, and just to warn you again, there will be POV switching between Sirrah and James in this chapter.

Now, on to Chapter Four! Don't forget to leave a review in the box below when you're done!



Finally, I was back at my compartment after buying my friends what they had asked for, and taking my time on my way back to think about what had just happened.

I felt so pathetic knowing that I actually crawled underneath the window of Potter’s compartment so that he wouldn’t try to stop me from reaching my destination again. Although, thank Merlin nobody saw me do it.

I still could not believe that had actually happened.

That he actually kissed me and I had enjoyed it.

At least until I realized it was all just a stupid prank and that the son of my father’s rival had the nerve to steal my first kiss away from me… I almost cried at the thought of it.

But I didn’t.

Malfoys don’t cry.

“Sirrah, what’s wrong?” Leighton asked as I handed her the Chocolate Frogs she asked for and Kenny his Licorice Wands before I sat down with my own box of Bertie Bott’s in my hand.

Suddenly, I no longer wanted them though.

“Nothing,” I answered a little too quickly.

“Don’t lie to me,” Leighton chastised. “I could tell something was wrong the moment you returned. So, what happened?”

“You wouldn’t believe me if I told you,” I replied as I looked out the window.

“Try me,” Leighton stated determinedly, waiting patiently for me to just tell her what happened.

I took a deep breath and then let it back out slowly, “James Potter kissed me.”

“No!” she exclaimed, shocked.

I bet she wasn’t expecting that.

Hell, I wasn’t expecting that!

All I could do was nod in confirmation, “He did.”

“Do you know why?” Kenny asked, suddenly becoming interested.

“I think it was some sort of prank. He did it in front of all of his friends, who didn’t hesitate to laugh and congratulate him for doing it.”

“That jerk,” Leighton hissed, annoyed.

I nodded in agreement but couldn’t find anything to say.

I felt dumbstruck. How could I have been so stupid as to let him kiss me? Well, it’s not might fault it happened, being kissed was the last thing I expected when I was suddenly grabbed out of nowhere. But why didn’t I react sooner? And properly? Instead of kissing him back I should have punched him the second I realized what was happening! How could I have actually enjoyed it?

I could still feel the way his soft lips pressed against mine and the way he held me so gently as if he had enjoyed it as well.

What am I saying!? Of course he enjoyed it! It was all just a stupid joke to him! Another stunt to show how cool and fearless he was.

James Potter, the only boy who’s ever kissed Sirrah Malfoy!

I swear if I ever see him again, I am going to break his freaking nose.

Finally, after several moments had passed, Leighton spoke again, “So, what are you going to do?”

I looked up, surprised to see Leighton watching me expectantly.

“What do you mean?” I asked, confused.

“Sirrah,” she replied, exasperated. “He just humiliated you in front of all his Gryffindor friends and it probably won’t be long before the whole school knows about what he did! So, what are you going to do about it? Don’t you want to get revenge?”

If anyone else hears about what he did to me… no one is ever going to look at me the same way again.

If James Potter can top me then so can anyone else.

I’ll be fair game to them.

Not only did he take my first kiss but he just stole my dignity along with it.

And I had no intention of letting him get away with it.

“What did you have in mind?” I asked, looking to my best friend for advice.

Leighton just smirked even wider, “I have the perfect plan.”


When the train finally stopped and my friends and I made our way onto the platform, I still couldn’t get the Malfoy girl out of my head.

I wanted to see her again.

I wanted to talk to her.

And I knew what I wanted was wrong but I didn’t know what else to do about it.

I knew she was way out of my league, but I couldn’t help but wonder if she had enjoyed the kiss as much as I had.

I mean, I’ve kissed girls before but I’ve never in my life felt what I felt when I was kissing her.

Like the two of us were made for each other.

Her smooth lips were like silk and her mouth was like heaven.

I knew I would never be able to kiss another girl again without thinking about her, comparing them to her, and being disappointed because they were nothing like her.

Merlin, I sound like a lovesick fool!

Suddenly, I noticed something that struck me as odd.

Everyone was staring at me.

Well not everyone, mainly just all of the girls.

And not in a good way either.

It was more like the ‘I know something you don’t know’ look mixed in with the ‘Oh my God, it’s him’ look but what made it even worse was that they were all looking as if they were disgusted by the very sight of me.

“Regan,” I said to the boy on my right. “Why are they all staring at me?”

“No idea, mate,” he replied back, looking just as confused as I felt.

“Maybe you could try asking one of them,” Shane spoke up from my left side.

I approached one girl, Amy, another Gryffindor but a year younger who I was in acquaintance with, “Hey, what’s going on?”

But instead of being helpful, she just backed away, covered her nose, and yelled, “Don’t come any closer!” before running off.

I tried approaching another girl, a Hufflepuff I didn’t know that well. I placed my hand on her shoulder in an attempt to keep her from running away but she shrieked and yelled, “Don’t touch me!”

Her friend, who seemed a bit bolder, quickly spoke up, “Don’t you know you’re supposed to ask before you attempt to come on to a girl! You can’t just touch a girl whenever you please!”

Okay, now why did that sound so familiar?

“James, I think this might have something to do with that girl from earlier,” Evan stated cautiously.

“What girl?” I asked angrily. I was determined to get to the bottom of this.

“Sirrah Malfoy, remember?” Shane pointed out. “She told you off for not asking for permission before kissing her.”

Oh right.

For a moment there I had completely forgotten about her.

“You think she did this?” I asked, turning on them.

“I wouldn’t put it past her; she is a Malfoy, and a Slytherin to boot,” Regan stated matter-of-factly.


“Did you see his face?” I asked excitedly as Leighton and I quickly escaped the crowd and got into the first available carriage.

“He looked so confused you’d think someone had confunded him,” she commented slyly.

Okay, so here’s what we did.

After Leighton told me her plan we left Kenny to go inform every single girl on the train about James Potter.

We told them how he would just randomly kiss any girl he saw, like he did to me, and warned them to make sure he didn’t do the same to them.

Why would they believe that, you ask?

Because they’re girls and girls thrive on gossip.

Not to mention the extra information we gave them about how Potter had the most horrible breath ever. I clearly remember saying it was so awful that I thought I would die, like kissing a smelly, dead fish or something of that sort. Leighton also mentioned that he was a serious groper and how all we did was kiss for two seconds and immediately he was trying to touch me you-know-where.

Who does that?

I mean, of course Potter didn’t, but that didn’t stop anyone from believing us.

I swear there’s a reason Leighton is the only girl I’ve ever really liked here at Hogwarts; all the other girls are so clueless they’ll believe anything you tell them.

They’re pathetic, honestly.

But today I was glad that they were so gullible, or else this plan never would have worked out as well as it did.

Finally, the carriages stopped and we quickly got out and headed up to the castle and into the Great Hall.


“So, I heard your plan worked incredibly well,” Kenny commented as he suddenly plopped down across from Leighton and me after coming into the Great Hall with my brother and his friends.

I’m assuming that’s who he shared a carriage with and smirked at the thought of him sitting next to Talon. Of course, I don’t know if he really did sit next to Talon, but I can only imagine how hilarious it would be to see the two of them, together in a small space, alone.

But I doubt anything would happen because, like I said, Kenny’s really good at covering his emotions.

But like I said earlier, he is a Slytherin; we’re supposed to be good at hiding our true feelings, it’s in the job description.

Scorpius ended up sitting next to me with Fiona on his other side and Tybalt and Talon across the table, next to Kenny.

The sixth year Slytherins, that would be us.

Actually there is one more person, Jenna Rookwood, sitting on the other side Fiona.

She is Fiona’s best friend and accomplice.

A close-knit group?

No, not really.

Like I already said, I despise Fiona, and Jenna really isn’t any better.

Tybalt’s cool, sometimes he likes to act like my second brother, but we’re not exactly best buddies. And Talon I prefer to avoid as much as possible due to his unrequited love toward me.

Scorpius only hangs around me because he’s my brother and he still feels the need to make sure no one ever messes with me.

Not that anyone ever has.

He also hangs around in order to keep an eye on me, although I don’t know where he got it into his head that I needed to be watched over.

Oh wait, yes I do.

My father.

I’m positive he’s made it clear to Scorpius that it is his job to make sure I don’t do anything that would get me into serious trouble and embarrass the family name.

If I had to explain it to someone who didn’t know us, I would say that we all tolerate each other at best.

Oh well.

I just wish this sorting business would be over and McGonagall’s speech done with so I can finally eat.

I’m starving here, people!

Finally, the food appeared and we were able to eat as much as we wanted before it was time to go to our common rooms.

Obviously, I wasn’t listening to anything the old woman had to say. Yeah, I stopped caring around second year, I think.

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