Silly Girl

Chapter 2 ~ Pitiful Blondes

You and Tom were losing interest in most of your classes; taking over the wizarding world seemed to be taking up top priority, but you both looked hot in green, so why not play good little school girl for a short while?

You were about ready, fixing yourself up in the mirror before leaving. It was about 5 moths ago that Tom started letting you sleep in his bed. He really seemed to go lax and chill often, and then immediately get paranoid and take it back, but he was alright now. He is just seriously bipolar.

You had your escape route back to your dorms all in line to make it appear as though your bed was slept in. Tom placed his hand on your shoulder just as you had your foot over the doors threshhold.  You turned back to look at him with pitiful eyes,

Tom never did that thing. That thing that boyfriends do where they give you a goodbye kiss when you leave to do something without them. But Tom wasn't a normal boyfriend. It was as if he was waiting for you to tell him where you would be at all times, just to remind you that he owned you, and controlled what you did, where you went, everything.

"I'll be in the great hall," you stated plainly, and then took off, shrugging his hand away.

One of these days you'll have to like run away and join the mafia or something, just to throw him off of his axis a little.

As you attempted to click your heels as soft as possible down the cold cobblestone steps, you sensed someone waiting. 

"Sleeping late?"

Walburga Black stepped out from the bathroom eyeing you up. She was a serious jumpscare.

"What?" You reflexed.

"Don't you fret...I'm not telling Headmaster Dippet anything, I'm not a snake..."

That's ironic, since your so scaly.

"Thanks..."

"You and riddle must be quite the pair," she beamed haughtily, but you felt arrogant jealously in the undertone.

"If that."

You looked at Walburga through your peripheral vision. There wasn't really anything wrong with her per se...aside from the fact that she was so far up her own ass that she could taste Jupiter. She was a pureblood. Slytherin. But she just pissed you off, and you knew that riddle would likely feel the same way, and it was not neccesary to inflinct that kind of irrelevance upon him.

"Breakfast?" you smiled, and she followed alongside you confidently. When you finally reached the Great Hall, you immersed yourself into the bustling chatter and sat at Slytherin table, where a platter of greasy, warm, and delicious smelling food appeared before you.

Walburga coughed through a btie of egg, gesturing to the far end of the table with her eyes.

"Y/n...Abraxus..."

You looked up at the blonde, and beamed. Abraxus Malfoy.

"Is he staring at me?"

"Staring? He can't keep his eyes off you or your sausages."

"I haven't seen him all summer..." you charmed, leaving your attention span behind with your breakfast as you went to him and his friends.

"Hey boys," you greeted, passing over them before setting your eyes on Abraxus. He was one of your closest friends. You had barely spoken to him over the past six months. 

He seemed to hold both dejection, and intruge in his face. 

"Hey, y/l/n," Abraxus' voice was soft and daring, as the rest of his friends nodded, grinned, and then tucked into their plates again after scanning you.