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23. "Boredom triggered violence."

With a plan for revenge, Sophia returned to school for her fifth year.

She needed to find a way to lead Harry Potter on far enough for a kiss, but not so far that he would expect anything more. 

Keeping that plan at the back of her mind, Sophia chatted with her friends as they ate their dinner.

During the welcome back dinner, everything was as it was usually.

All was normal for a few blissful moments.

All until Draco's boredom triggered violence.

"Psst," a hushed call came from Sophia's left where Draco Malfoy, who was seated a few seats away, called out to the Gryffindor table.

This should be good.

"Hey, Weasley!" Draco called out louder, this time, successfully grabbing the red head's attention. "After seeing your pathetic seats at the game, my father, being so generous, offered you a gig to help your family. Are you gonna take it?"

He was mocking him and if it were anyone else Sophia would have frowned disapprovingly, but seeing as it was Ronald Weasley, she found pleasure. She wondered if that made her a sadist.

"Fuck off, Malfoy," Wealseys ears became tainted with pink, it looked as if his skin were irritated with poison Ivy or stained with crimsion hair dye. "I declined. I'm over commited as it is."

"Over commited?" Draco questioned, clearly amused at his own cruelty, "Over commited to what? Being poor? Handing down robes because you can't spare a few coins for new ones?"

Around him, laughter erupted throughout the Slytheirn table. Some students in the Gryfinfor table stuffed their faces or covered their mouths with their hands as if covering a cough, to hide their amusement. Sophia herself let out a laugh.

"No-" Weasley began to speak but Draco striked again.

"Your poor family, and I mean that litteraly, must be so overworked if they can't even make time to take up a simple service job. You would think all of your hard work would be compensated accordingly, but clearly not."

"Oh for goodness sake," Hermione Granger spoke up, "Get over yourself Malfoy. Just because your Family has unearned generational money does not make you any better than the rest of us."

"Sure, you tell yourself that if it makes you feel better," Draco rolled his eyes.

Beside him, Blaise laughed. "Not to mention, the power our family names hold is what makes us better than you lot, not just our wealth."

The red headed boy turned to Sophia so fast she thought he might get whiplash. "Keep your boyfriend on leash," he sceethed with his teeth bared like a wild animal, even as a metaphorical comparison, Sophia did not think the boy was too far off from the likes of a rabid beast.

"Boyfriend? He's not my boyfriend," Sophia nearly laughed at the accusation.

"My apologies, I forget which guy you're whoring around with, you seem to have a new one every other week."

How had this kid just flipped Draco's urge to pick a fight onto her? She was just minding her own business.

"If I'm such a big whore, how come I still won't sleep with you?"

A series of laughs escaped the mouths of not only the Slytherin table but also from those of the Gryffindor table too.

"Only because I don't want to sleep with someone as trashy as you,"

Sophia knew he was lying.

Around her, lights began flickering, harmonizing with her quickened pulse as she became more and more angry.