Blood I've Spilt

All Jokes Aside

Southern nights

Have you ever felt a Southern night?

Free as a breeze

Not to mention the trees

Whistlin' tunes that you know and love so

Southern nights

Just as good even when you close your eyes

I apologize

To anyone who can truly say

That he has found a better way

I glanced around as if the answer to his question was prominent. Wasn't that what I just implied?

"Yeah? He is. Why?" I answered, one of my eyebrows raising in a curious manor. In my opinion, Slytherins had always been terrible at observing others. As if the world revolves around them.

"He's a bellend; I'm just surprised, that's all," Draco shrugged carelessly. I found myself biting the inside of my cheek and my expression going flat. I can tolerate a lot of snide comments and rude insults. But I can't stand when people insult the people that I love. Liam misunderstood and most people look past that.

"And you aren't? You seem like one to me," I shrugged after I forced my faint glare to leave my face. I didn't want to seem too upset about this.

Draco's lips curled into a frown once again, scoffing and letting his arms cross. I honestly couldn't help myself with that comment. Draco was being a bit frustrating and I was tempted to leave him alone because this conversation wasn't going anywhere. In my eyes, he was a jerk.

Or not.

"Well then. I better get going because I don't talk to mudbloods," he spat, striding forward with even and smooth steps, his taller shoulder smashed against mine slightly hard. I stumbled back a step and crossed my arms.

"I'm a pureblood," I flatly stated, my nails digging into the fabric of Liam's jacket. Draco stopped abruptly and I smirked. What an idiot, right? He assumed I was muggle-born then called me a slur because of that.

"You are?" Draco mumbled, slowly turning on the heel of his Quidditch boots. He sounded surprised, but also dumbfounded.

"Yes? Why is that so hard to believe?" My eyes widened and let my arms fall. I cocked an eyebrow at him, waiting for his slightly parted lips to finally start talking.

"You don't seem like it." I already knew what he was going to say. This bloody git was getting on my nerves. What was his problem? Although, I don't think I hate him as much as I think. Because if I did, I would've walked away by now. There was just something about him that drew me in.

Maybe it was his nearly white hair or his enticing icy eyes. Or even his flawless skin. I knew what it really was, though. He wasn't that attractive. I think I've spent most of my time with a dickhead like Liam, that this was normal and his attitude was a different kind of jackass.

But he caught my eye before I even knew he was this way.

"I don't seem like it?" I remarked, planting my hands on my hips. My weight shifted slightly to one side and I gave the boy a look that said 'are you serious?'

"What is with you and assuming shit about me and you don't even know me? Maybe instead of just guessing, actually get to know me?" I suggested with the same look on my face.

My eyes focused over Draco's shoulder. It was Liam coming over to probably get me for the beef sandwiches. In his defense, I'd been here for a couple minutes talking with Malfoy.

"Quinny, what the hell are you doing?" Liam whined, tugging on the hood of his jacket. Liam, who was much taller than both me and Draco, looked down on Malfoy with a confused and kind of livid expression. As if he was to blame for me taking forever.

"Malfoy," Liam nodded, his demeanor changing completely.

"Smedley," It seemed Draco had a distaste in his voice towards the other boy. They obviously had some type of inner turmoil against each other. That or Liam probably did something to upset the Slytherin in the past.

"Let's leave this daft cow," Liam scoffed with a cunning tone. Yes, Liam just called Draco an idiotic woman. Dear god, this was not going to end well. I watched as Malfoy's jaw clenched and he rolled his eyes.

As awkward as this was, I tried not to show it. Although, I seemed to zone out at the bickering. I could still hear their words. But they never registered in my head. Did I cause this? Or were they so alike that they clashed grossly.

"I was right, you are just a snotty bellend!" Draco exclaimed with a laugh, drawing in the attention of his teammates. They all seemed hungry for drama and slithered their way over. Probably to back Draco up.

"At least I don't have daddy issues," Liam said calmly, his arms crossing over his chest. He might have taken that too far. If someone said that to me, I'd shrug it off. But I noticed Draco is a bit sensitive. His lips parted and for a split second he looked shocked. It didn't take long to change, though. The same scowl he'd given me spread across his face; but worse.

"At least I was put in the right house, you bloody bastard," Draco said coolly.

I paused, the argument finally grabbing my full attention. My eyes reverted between the two multiple times.

"Liam, let's just go," I mumbled, trying to push his shoulder with my small hands. I wasn't good with conflict because my parents are always yelling at each other. I've always been afraid my outrageous mother was going to throw something at my father. She hasn't, though. Not yet.

Either the slight fear was showing on my face, or Liam's knack for reading my emotions was shining through because he placed a hand on my shoulder, his glare still very much there.

"I advise you stay away from the both of us before you embarrass your bleached head even more. I don't respect you enough to sit here and be insulted by your very bratty ass, Malfoy," My brother announced casually before guiding me away and leaving Draco with a pat on the back. I think he put more force into it on purpose.

Draco seemed a bit pissed about what just happened. When he looked at us walking away, Liam was waiting with his middle finger up, and his tongue out.

"Maybe you were being a bit dramatic, Liam," I mumbled as he slowly took his hand off my shoulder. I get he was just standing up for me. But I didn't really need it. I seemed to be handling his attitude just fine before Liam started insulting him.

"What? No? I should have told you he's an ass," he grumbled, his arms crossing over his broad chest. He was wearing a t-shirt of some witch who seemed to be a singer. It was slightly big on him. He was also wearing light blue jeans and the converse I got for his last birthday.

Him and I have similar styles. I always wear converse as well. Mine are a light grey instead of black, though. I usually wear sweaters instead of t-shirts but the one day I don't wear a long sleeved top, it was cold and I had to borrow Liam's burgundy jacket that I probably wasn't going to give back.

It was a nice jacket and Liam seems to collect those. He'd be fine.

I look back at Draco who seemed a bit upset but kept his head held high as if trying to hide his very damaged ego. He definitely has one of those.

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(Song at beginning: 'Southern Nights' by Glen Cambell