"Shut up right now." He says, covering my mouth with his hand.
For a moment we both stare at each other, not quite sure what to do next.
My body is frozen against the wall. All I can focus on is Draco's minty breath that dances across my face.
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"What did you say?" Théo splutters at Draco.
Blaise's brows furrow and he leans in further, as if by being closer to Draco will telepathically tell him everything.
"Oh come on, did you guys really think nothing happened that night? I think its fairly clear that mixing Fran and drinks can only result in one thing." That familiar smug smile has crept onto his face and he eyes me up and down. Except now his eyes display coldness when they once conveyed desire. Emotions are bubbling up inside of me and my brain is whirling, trying to figure out if I'm more angry or hurt by his words. I had thought that my heart' s deepest desire was about to be fulfilled but it had all been a form of entertainment to Draco, and that stung.
"Shut the fuck up Malfoy." I practically spit back at him.
"Or what, Francesca?"
"Or I'll tell them what really happened."
"Go on." His smug grin is only increasing my level of rage. That boy has no clue what's about to hit him.
"If that's what you want." I say sarcastically, "I think you should all know that earlier that day Draco dragged me into an empty broom cabinet and told me I'd been 'teasing' him. May I also add that the entire time he spoke to me, Draco's hand was grasped firmly against my waist and neck."
"And?" Draco says. The smirk has disappeared and is replaced with a glare that dares me to continue.
"And Draco told me last night he didn't want to pretend he hated me anymore and he couldn't act like he didn't want me." Draco's face turns an even paler shade of white than usual and for a moment I'm almost concerned he'll pass out.
Its only now that I realise the deafening silence that has enveloped the hall. It also dawns on me that in my burst of rage the volume of my voice has increased significantly to a point where I'm shouting. I scan the shocked faces before looking back at Draco. His icy eyes are staring back deep into mine. The anger within me is still very much present but seeing his rapidly declining confidence almost makes me feel pity.
"I'd say that's enough drama for today- don't you think?" I spit at Draco before sauntering out of the hall, depriving him the chance to respond.
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I always have to take it too far, don't I. Whilst Draco definitely deserved some of the bollocking I gave him, I shouldn't have told them what he said last night. It may have been complete bullshit but it was personal. Meaningful- at least to one of us.
