Hold me under the stars-Drarry

Chapter 42

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Harry

When the bell finally decided to let out its screeching howls, ending class, all of Professor Sprout's students stormed towards the exit.

The Professor yelled after the students, pleading with them to be careful as they raced past all of her beloved plants, trying to fit through the door. Professor Sprout was a round, short woman with grey curls growing on top of her head. She taught her students biology in a little greenhouse behind the Quidditch field.

I just stayed behind with Neville and waited till the opening was all clear.

"You know, if they actually would just listen to the things Professor Sprout teaches in class, maybe they wouldn't be in such a hurry to get out," Neville chuckled beside me.

"I'm not exactly sure that's the problem," I said lightly beside him, as we strolled towards the "castle" as we called it.

We paced over the little gravel path. The wind flowed through my hair, kissing my cheeks. There was a slight smell of hot chicken and roasted pumpkin coming from the main building.

Neville smelt it too and we both sighed longingly.

"You know there's a big quidditch match between Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff today, right?"

An expression of surprise passed over Neville's face. His sage green eyes met mine and it hit me that I'd always thought they were brown.

"You've got to be kidding me. Why did no one tell me!?"

"I'm just surprised you didn't hear. Everyone's been talking about it all day," I chuckled beside him as we entered the castle.

I parted with Neville as we reached the corner and was just about to turn around another when a tall slender figure appeared, but it was already too late. The collision struck me like a brick in the shoulder. I stumbled back, my shoulder hurting from the crash.

His eyes darted to me. Unable to read them, we stood silently in shock until he finally said, "You just really wanna use every opportunity you have to touch me don't you?"

Everything in me stopped.

WHAT.

"What?" I said. Too much was going on right now. Him being here. Him talking to me. Him insulting me. Memories of his hands in my hair. His lips on me. His soft skin. His wicked eyes were now staring at me.

His lips twisted into a grin...

"This is seriously not happening," I murmured.

"Now what? You're suddenly being shy, Potter?"

I felt like my eyes were on fire when they locked with his cold, grey gaze.

"Well I'm sorry if I disappointed you by not living up to your expectations, Malfoy, but last time I checked it was YOU who moaned MY name as I jerked YOU off because YOU wanted to!"

I felt all the blood leave my face and my vision began to blur. Malfoy was frozen in his place, his mouth slightly open, unable to say anything. We were alone in the hallway, but I felt a hundred eyes follow me from the shadows.

I knew we'd both wanted to that night, but right now I just had to get back at him. And luckily it worked.

He bit down on his lip and straightened his back. He looked around, and something clicked inside of me.

"You're scared aren't you?" I whispered, but I knew he'd heard it. He looked at the ground and a smile tucked my lips.

"You always act so tough around people like you don't give a shit, but in reality, it's what you LIVE off. You're nothing without a high status, and you're constantly scared to lose it. That's why you've never made a decision for yourself, you've always just been told how to act. It's pathetic, honestly, and I'm sick of it!"