Mine

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It was about a month into the school year and I was sitting outside with Hermione, Ginny, and my fourth-year brother, Grant. Hermione was explaining some activity that muggles enjoy to a fascinated Grant while I laid back on the grass with my head tilted back so that the sun could hit my face. I opened my eyes when I heard a snort come from Ginny and found Draco a little way away, staring at me. I barely registered his squad chatting behind him.

"Enjoying the view?" I called out to Draco. He rolled his eyes in response, but then Pansy stepped up next to him, slipping her arms around his waist.

"What's there to enjoy? A ginger, a blood-traitor, a Hufflepuff, and a mudblood. Disgusting." Pansy sneered at us, shuddering as she said 'Hufflepuff'. I clenched my jaw but remained where I was seated. I wanted to slap her for making my brother shrink in on himself and feel embarrassed for his house placement. Of course, I wasn't pleased about the slur she'd thrown at one of my best friends, but every time she insulted my brother, her family, I wanted to slap her into a different reality.

"It must pain you to be related to me. I'm smarter than you, obviously prettier, and to top it off, my best friend is not a pureblood." I said with a smirk, my hand held over my eyes so that I could better see her. I heard Hermione chuckle beside me. While she hated the term mudblood, it no longer hurt her when Pansy tried to throw it at her as an insult. We both knew the poor pug had very few braincells so she couldn't be clever enough to come up with her own insults.

"Prettier than me?" Pansy laughed. "Oh, only in your dreams. There is nothing pretty about a blood traitor. Isn't that right, Draco?"

Draco's eyes flitted from her to me, and then back to her. He sighed heavily before slowly lifting her hand from his waist and throwing it back down to her side. "Would you stop touching me, for fuck's sakes."

A flash of hurt passed over Pansy's features but it was quickly replaced by a smirk that she threw in my direction as she said to him with a little pout, "Well that's not what you were telling me last night. But I understand that you like to keep our intimate moments private."

It was my turn to laugh at this. For years Pansy had been pining after Draco. While they did date briefly a few years back, it was clear to the entire school that he had never felt the same for her. In fact, the majority of the time he looked down right repulsed by her continuous attempts. But this time, this time I saw a different look pass his features. Guilt? No, more of a mix between embarrassment and a smirk. It felt like a punch in the gut when I realized the truth. Although no one knew about mine and Draco's arrangement, if you could call it that, I felt sick. Not because what we had was anything real or serious, but because how could I possibly want to touch the same person who touched my vile cousin?

I saw Pansy's proud smirk as she rested her hand on Draco's chest. "What can I say, cuz," She sneered, "It must pain you to be related to someone so much prettier and superior."

"I couldn't be bothered to want anyone with such low standards that they'd go for you, Puggie." I said, looking directly at Draco as I said it. My comment didn't even phase him, not that I was surprised. He just rolled his eyes and gestured back towards the castle with his head. "Let's go. We don't need to be around these low lives." He sneered.

"I still can't believe you're related to...that." Ginny mumbled once the group had headed away.

"Me neither." I sighed out, returning to my leaned-back position on the grass. Some people didn't see me as a true Slytherin since I had friends in other houses and wasn't prejudiced by blood status, but that's just how my parents raised me. My mother, having been born a Parkinson, was born into that mindset but it changed after she fell in love with my father, a Ravenclaw, even though he too is a pureblood. Her parents remained set in their ways though, making family gatherings a little uncomfortable since my father did not stand for belittling others based on blood status.

While I knew I was a Slytherin through and through, I liked having friends in different houses. On one hand I was best friends with Blaise, a pureblood Slytherin, and on the other I was also best friends with Hermione, a muggleborn Gryffindor. When it came down to the two as people, they weren't so different. And that is something that my parents had raised Grant and I to judge people on. Their character, not their status.

"We've been looking all over for you!" I heard a voice exclaim from behind me. Ronald Weasley. Behind him was Harry Potter who flashed us all a smile and a nod. I was friendly with Ron and Harry, but not nearly at the level that Hermione was. Out of the Gryffindors I was closest to Hermione, obviously, and Ginny, whom I had grown up knowing since our parents were friends.

"I told you where we would be." Hermione said in a sing-song voice, rolling her eyes at the redhead.

"Right. Well. I forgot." Ron said, scratching the back of his head. I rolled my eyes, chuckling ever so slightly. I let myself fully lay down on the grass and closed my eyes, tuning out the conversation carrying on around me.

* * *

Later that night I was reading a book in the common room. Everyone seemed to have gone up to bed for the night, so I was alone much to my relief. That is until I heard a door from the boys' dorms open. I barely glanced up, getting just a glimpse of platinum blonde hair.

"So, Pansy?" I questioned, not lifting my eyes from my book.

"What about her?" He responded, sitting down on a couch across from me.

"Nothing." I shrugged. "Just surprised that your standards are still that low."

"Jealous?" I could hear the smirk in his voice, making me roll my eyes.

"Of her? Never." I finally looked up at him, one eyebrow raised. Draco wasn't looking at me though, his eyes were focused on the fireplace.

"It's not like I fucked her." He basically spat.

"What you did with her is your business, not mine." I said holding my hands up. "I couldn't care less if you want to get it on with Pugface. Just don't expect me to give you the time of day."

With that I shut my book and stood up, not seeing a point in continuing this conversation. As I walked past him without a word, I felt a hand clasp around my wrist.

"Where are you going?" Draco asked, tilting his head back to look up at me with narrowed eyes.

"To bed, Draco." I said, narrowing my eyes right back at him.

Draco slowly stood up from his couch, his hand remaining wrapped around my wrist. He brought his face within centimeters of my own before whispering, "I would never choose to fuck Pugface over you. Lose the attitude." With that he released my wrist and sat back down, turning away from me. I stood in my spot for a moment longer before I quickly made my way up to my dorm.