|| Star-Crossed ||

7

Friends Don't Do That

CAROLINE POTTER

"What the bloody hell is a high inquisitor?" Ginny asked. We were all getting dressed and ready for lessons. "Some stupid position Fudge made up so she can control the school." I said as I buttoned up my shirt. "I think it's bollocks." Ginny said. "Agreed." Hermione added. "Mione, can you braid my hair?" I asked. She nodded and sat me down in front of the mirror. Ginny hopped up on the counter and began to brush her hair. "We aren't even learning defensive spells." Ginny complained. "I know, Gin." Hermione said. "The Ministry's ignorance is going to get us all killed." I added. Hermione tugged on my hair and I winced. "What was that for?" I whined. "Despite how we feel about how the Ministry is handling things, we still owe them respect." she said. Ginny and I scoffed. "There," Hermione said. I looked in the mirror at the half up- half down, french braid she did. I smiled and kissed her cheek. "Thanks, Mione. You'll have to teach me that one." I said. Then I pulled on my shoes and grabbed my bag and we left for the day.

I was walking to Potions when suddenly, I bumped into someone. I fell to the floor and my books went skidding down the hallway. "Fuck" I mumbled. I got on my knees and started to pick them up. Then I saw a second set of slim, pale hands, also gathering my things. I looked up and saw Malfoy. I felt my stomach do a flip flop. I haven't talked to him since yesterday. When he gave me that strange anti-question. "What are you doing?" I asked. "Helping you." he said as he stacked my papers. He tucked them in my bag, along with my books and stood up. "See you tonight." he said calmly. Then he just walked off. What the bloody hell is going on?

Potions came and went and it was time for DADA. I went in and sat next to Max. He looked up and smiled at me. "Caz," he said. "Max," I replied with a nod. "This is going to suck." he said. I chuckled. "Potentially." I said. He just nodded. Umbridge came in and all we did was copy things from the textbook. I was going mad.

"Professor?" I said. "Yes, Miss Potter?" she asked. "I was just wondering if, since we've learned about these spells, why can't we try them?" I asked. "It is the view of the Ministry-" she started. "I'm sorry, let me stop you there. Is this the same Ministry that believes Voldemort is gone and we can all go frolicking in a fields of daisies?" I asked. Harry, Ron, Hermione and Max all laughed. "That's enough, Miss Potter." she snapped. "I'm just saying. If you genuinely care about school, you'd realize it's not just about textbooks and OWL's. It's about knowing how to defend ourselves when the time comes, not if, when." I said. "I said that's enough!" she shouted. "I survived the killing curse once but I can't help but think that if you're my teacher, that won't matter." I said. "Detention, Miss Potter!" she shouted. "Great, you want to carve into my hand too?" I snapped. Her eyes narrowed. "I saw what you did to my brother. If you so much as touch-" I started. "If you speak out of turn one more time, I will give you detention for a month." she snapped. I felt a hand on my knee and a gentle squeeze. I looked over and Max shook his head. I sighed. "Fine." I mumbled. Then Max slid me a note that read... Pick your battles. So I did.

As we walked out, I felt someone trip me and I fell against the wall. "Watch where you're going, half-blood," Parkinson spat. I drew my wand but before I could react, Malfoy was there. "That's enough, Pansy." he said. She looked at him in shock. "I said get out of here!" he snapped. She quickly scurried away and I just stared at him. He smirked at me. I've had enough of this.

"Hey, Malfoy!" I said. He turned around and I grabbed his tie. I dragged him into an empty classroom and shut the door. "What the hell is wrong with you?" I yelled. "I don't know what you mean, Line?" he said. "You do, you know exactly what I mean. I don't want to play your mind games." I snapped. "What mind games?" he asked. "You hate me. Then you say you want my attention. Then you help me this morning, then you defend me in front of Parkinson. What are you playing at?" I asked. He leaned against the edge of the desk in the front of the room. "How do you know I'm playing at something?" he taunted. I ran my fingers through my hair and groaned. "I can't do this. You are impossible." I said. He stared at me and narrowed his eyes. "I tried, Malfoy. I tried to see the good in you, but fuck! You make it so hard." I said. He looked down. "I know," he said quietly. "Tell me the truth. Tell me what's going on." I said. He looked at me and shook his head. I walked up to him slowly and he tensed up. "What are you doing?" he asked. "I want to be your friend, Malfoy. But friends talk to each other." I said. He scoffed and he gave me a cruel smile. "Friends?" he spat. I nodded hesitantly. Suddenly, he spun me around and threw me on the desk, on my back. He pinned my arms above my head and he wedged himself between my legs, which hung off the edge of the desk. My breath caught in my throat as he leaned in. His chest was pressed to mine and our faces were inches apart. "Malfoy, I-" I began.

"Shut up." he spat. I stared at him in a mixture of fear and confusion. "I don't want to be your friend, Line. I never wanted to be your friend." he said, his voice laced with venom. He looked me up and down and his gaze lingered on my lips. "What do you want, Malfoy?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. "I want to fuck you. Hard. I want to hear you screaming my name while I get you off with just my hands. I want you to beg for my cock. I want to see you writhing underneath me. I want to fuck you in every part of this castle. I want to walk down the halls while everyone stares at the hickeys I left. I want to protect you and I want to destroy you. I want every single beautiful part of you. I want you." he said. His voice was low and deep. I could feel his hot breath and the vibrations on my neck. I could feel myself grow wet. "Friends don't do that, do they, Potter?"" he said calmly. I shook my head. He smirked. "I need to hear you speak, Line." he said. "I still don't get why you want me." I said. His face fell and he looked confused. "You really don't know how perfect you are, do you?" he asked. I just looked away. He let go and held my chin in one hand and my wrists in another. "Look at me," he said sharply. I stared at him in awe. "Don't ever doubt your worth, it pisses me off." he said. As I stared at him, I realized just how beautiful Draco Malfoy is. His stunning platinum blonde hair, his jawline as sharp as glass, his stormy blue eyes, his perfect teeth. I spent so much time trying to remember he's my enemy, I never even thought about anything else. I never thought about what could be. "Say something, Potter," he said. I could hear the nerves in his voice. It came from a vulnerability. So I looked him in the eyes and smiled. "I like it when you call me Line." I said. Then he smiled too.