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DRACO MALFOY
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Her pen tapping against the dark wood of the desk. Books barely holding onto to the edge before falling.
Leás skirt crept up her thighs the tighter she crossed her legs. The material bunching together.
She re adjusted it everytime the hand on the clock would move onto the next slow...dreaded ... minute.
"SILENCE." Boomed Snape, raising his wand.
Léa snapped out of her daydream state causing her pen to drop and useless class books to finally fall.
"Shit." She muttered under her breath. Leaning down to Quickly gather back her books and leaving the dust that previously led on them behind.
"Always so fucking clumsy aren't you, Blanchard." Whispered a blond haired boy next to her.
Léas curious eyes darted up, with specs of dread within in them. Not to mentioned exhaustion as she had been putting up with him all week.
His voice like the depths of the arctic ice. Bitter. Tense.
"Always getting on my fucking nerve...Malfoy." She retaliated trying to snatch the rest of her books. But she was to gradual with her movements.
And the one book was stolen from her, "Hm." Huffed Malfoy, inspecting the green front cover.
Draco diverted his eyes back onto her. She had always been intriguing to him. He had not known her enough to make judgement.
And because of that, because of the unknown...
He hated her.
She hated him.
"Malfoy! Blanchard!" Snape had shouted again. Annoyed. "Detention. Both of you."
Léas innocent eyes widened in disbelief that she would have to sit detention with him.
Malfoy.
Every fibre within Léas little body flamed with hate for him. But of course that was inevitable.
She was a Gryffindor.
He was a Slytherin.
During the time in which léa was pondering about the unwanted detention, Malfoy was no longer next to her.
That was until she felt a quick tug on her hair ribbon and than the sight of an arm fly in-front of her. Landing on her desk and locking her in.
Her shoulders contracted in as one of Malfoys arms was slammed down infront of her heaving chest.
Malfoy lowered himself down to her height, intentionally breathing heavier for her to hear.
"If you want your book back, Blanchard." He begun, also sliding her black hair ribbon out of her hair. Causing léas brown curls fall perfectly infront of her shoulders. "Be the good girl your supposed to be in detention."
"You fucking creep." She shook her head. Poison evoked in her blood by his taunting.
"Oh and you ribbon or I'll be keeping this other wise." He added with a smirk.
Malfoy knew what he was doing. He always knew what he was doing.
"I don't think I really had a choice in the first place."
