limerence- d,,Malfoy

chapter four

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I think of myself as a good person. I've never really been mean; I never had the reasoning behind it. When I first met Ella Fang, my best friend, I was much nicer than her to people. She had a thing for shoulder-barging people. It was either that or her venom. Ella spat poetic venom at her enemies. She had gotten used to it; me, not so much.

I'm a doormat. I get walked over. And I've never really had the backbone not to be walked over.

I sat down at the back of the class. My eyes are heavy from staying up late, and I haven't really brushed out my hair. Little knots have formed, but I've covered them with little braids. Ella laughed loudly at a joke Ron Weasly made. For Slytherin, she seemed to get along with everyone, ideally.

I scribbled the notes down, not taking in any information. It's not that I'm not smart; I do rather well in school. There is just no energy in my brain today. I slumped down further into my seat, resting my head on my hands. Snape's voice droned on, dragging out the lesson.

'psst'

Was that a cat? Who lets their cat into the classroom?

I swivelled in my seat; it was only a bleach-blond idiot.  Without another thought, I turned back around. He whispered something to his goons and then made another hiss. My insides turned. I groaned and turned to face him.

"What do you want?" I questioned him, looking him up and down like a tart. He kept his chaotic grin; he was enjoying the entertainment. Draco was a bully. He was a mean boy. So I was his perfect target.

"You got something on your face," he pointed, rubbing the side of his mouth. "Oh, wait, never mind."

"You're so childish, Draco." My eyes rolled back, and I turned around to face the front once again.

He snickered and kicked the back of my chair. I was fed up; he had annoyed me too much. He was always good at pushing my buttons. Getting me to snap, but I won't give him the satisfaction yet. My nails dig into the palm of my hand, and a tickle of liquid feels down my wrist.

He kicked again.

And again.

and ag-

"Would you stop that?"

"Ms. Waterhorse, do you mind? Some of us are trying to focus."Snape bellowed, making me turn my attention to the bird-nosed man.

"Sir, he was kicked."

"One more word, and it will be detention for you both!" He threatened, and I clearly didn't have him on my side.

"Sir, I did."

"Out, both of you, and I'll see you both this afternoon."

I stood up dramatically, just to let the anger seeth. Ella glared at Draco's goons; she hissed at them with her front teeth. I smiled at her before slamming the classroom door behind me. He stood staring with his piercing gaze. It made me sick to my stomach.

"Are you proud of yourself?" I questioned him, and my hands ran up and down my sweater. Draco lifted his gaze to my arm and back to me.

"You rub your arm a lot," he pointed out, his tone shifting. "Is it a nervous habit?"

"And now he mocks my habits; what's next? the way I breathe?" I spat venom, my words sounding just like those of my friends. I sound like my father when he gets in a mood.

Draco bites at his tongue, and he shuts up. He looked over at me with a confused look. It couldn't have been the first time I had told him off. It hadn't been the first time he annoyed me either. But he just gazed at me, with big eyes full of curiosity. I scoffed; he was looking too close at my body.

His lip sucked into his teeth, and his eyes grew a shade darker. The door behind us swung open, and Snape stood with a disappointed look. He sighed and grabbed us both by the collar. Removing us from the class seemed to be Snape's favourite thing.

"Sit here, you two, and try to get along."

I sat down first; he had taken us into his office. This was a stupid idea; there was not any way in hell I would 'like' Draco Malfoy. Draco flinched as he took the seat next to me. Snape slammed down our textbooks and stared directly into my soul.

"I don't care about this schoolyard petty drama," Snape bellowed, flipping his hair. "But I will not have this for the remainder of the year!"

"But sir-"

"No buts, Mr. Malfoy, you have until the end of this week or it will be sorting the shelves for a year!" And with that, Snape left.

Draco slumped down into his seat, fiddling with the edge of his sweater. I twisted my rings, hoping that he would speak before me. But he didn't; Draco stayed silent; he was fairly good at it too. He peered at me from the corner of his eye, but noticed I was staring at him and looked away.

"So, what's your problem, Draco?" I asked, my fingers twirling in my hair, biting my lips nervously out of habit.

Draco looked me up and down, shifted himself, and said, "You."

"What about me aggravates you so much?" I pestered, my venom building up again.

"You are so insufferable to be around; I can't even look at you without feeling sick with anger. Clearly, you've placed a jinx on yourself. Draco insulted me; his venom was far stronger than my own. I huffed and turned away from him. Was I being childish? Yes.

"And you act like a child, 'Draco, stop it' or 'Draco, oh my merlin', all the goddamn time!"

"I have never spoken to you before!"

"You've never tried either!"

"Maybe I don't want to!"

"Well good!"

"Fine!"

"Fan-fucking-tastic!"

Silence.

The sweet, peaceful silence after a storm Before the thunder claps and lightning strikes, I ran my hand over my arm once again, but this time I was pinching at the skin. Draco stared at me; of course he did; he was a freak. He gripped the edge of his seat, resisting the urge.

"Don't do that to yourself," Draco said, his voice still sounding angry. His thumb ran across his lips, the stress vein popping from his neck.

"Like you care, fucking loser." I spat the best venom I had; it was lame. I was bad at being mean; if it was a sport, I'd lose. But Draco got poisoned with this, and he flinched back.

Before I could, Draco stood up and left. I let out a sigh of relief, finally.