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Blarry (2) - Bite Me Part 2 🔥

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10:15

I sighed as I paced the classroom. Was he really not coming? I thought he would need his tie back but clearly, that didn't bother him. I had a sinking feeling in my gut when I saw him at breakfast wearing another tie and acting like nothing had happened the day before. Maybe I was just fooling myself.

I hated that Weasley girl. I wanted to hex her into the next dimension. I didn't know where all of this anger was coming from. I knew Potter was dating her so I shouldn't have felt so... Pissed off when he kissed her.

10:30

I knew that I was fooling myself thinking that he would show up. I sighed feeling like I had gotten kicked in the gut. I left the classroom and headed towards my dorm. As I walked I spotted someone by one of the windows. I thought about getting closer to see who it was. The thought quickly vanished since I was in no mood for polite conversation.

I walked into my dorm and dropped into my bed. Sleeping was going to be hard because I was only thinking about one thing. Potter was going to pay for standing me up. I was going to punish him for this, but I wasn't angry with him.

Two days went by in pretty much the same way and I just about had it. I was now furious. Draco and Pansy kept asking me about my "dumby downer" mood which only served as fuel for the fire. I left dinner early because I was too distracted to eat. I wanted to rip the Weaslette's face off. Watching her flaunt herself around Potter made me sick.

I waited outside the Hall. Potter wasn't going to get away from me now. Even if he was with his friends. I didn't care anymore. I had been nice to him. I had waited 3 days for him. I even kept Draco from stirring trouble with him. Saint Potter thanks me by ignoring me.

I was so lost in my mental rant that I almost missed him coming out of the Hall. I stepped out from my hiding place and snuck up behind him. His friends were a few steps ahead arguing about something so I doubted they would have even noticed.

My one hand covered his mouth and the other wrapped around his waist. He was surprisingly light for his size. My mind wandered to his body as I dragged him out of sight and slammed him against a wall. His eyes were wide with surprise and I found it kind of interesting. With my one hand still covering his mouth my other one wrapped around his neck in a kind of vice grip. I was somewhat sure I was probably cutting off his air supply.

"Why didn't you show up?" I hissed at him.

He let out some muffled, strangled sound and I removed my hand from his mouth. I only slightly loosened my grip around his neck, but I guessed it was still a bit too tight.

"Di... Didn't want... to." He rasped out.

"Least you could have done was tell me you fucker. Instead of wasting my time 3 nights in a row."

"You... three... Too... Tight." Harry struggled.

I loosened my grip a bit more. He had that same glint in his eye - not scared but desperately trying to hide something. That look of desperate passiveness. This time I knew what he was trying to hide, and I didn't even have to look.

"Wh... Why did you g... go for th... three nights?"

"Because I thought you would show up. Don't pretend with me. I know you're turned on right now." I moved closer to whisper in his ear and prove my point. "You enjoyed our little fuck just as much as I did. So why did you not show?"