Ms. Snake Charmer

Detention

I've always been a fan of detention. On he border of getting kicked out but really not enough to have a good reason to send me home. Plus, Snape couldn't kick out a legacy.

"You want a picture, Malfoy?" I state, his eyes burning into the side of my head.

"Hush," Snape states.

"You put me here," Draco says.

"You gonna cry?" I pout, looking over at him.

Snape huffs. "Shut it."

I wink at Draco then stare back at the light on the top of my wand.

Snape stands up. "I'm the next few minutes I'm in the restroom, do not kill each other."

"Tempting as it is, Professor, I'd never dream of hurting the Princess," Draco explains.

"You really wanna push my fucking buttons, Draco?" I hiss.

"Enough!" Snape shouts. "Five minutes." He leaves and I'm left alone with anger and the boy who's fueling it.

For a minute, I ignore his staring. I've never been one to easily anger but this boy was pushing buttons I didn't know existed. Why was it so easy the first five years? Why now is it that I cannot stand to be in the same room as him?

"Princess," he mumbles under his breathe.

I've had it.

I slam my hands down on the desk and shove my seat back. "What is your problem? Is it that difficult to just leave me alone?"

He leans back in his seat, hands folded on the desk. He leans his head to the side and just stares.

"Oh now you wanna be all quiet," I rant. "Why couldn't you have shut your mouth the first time? Do you want a reaction? Do you want a fight? What do you want?!" I shout.

He stands up. "Watch your mouth."

I point to myself. "Me watch myself? You're the one making a big scene when all I did was just sit in a fucking spot! You're a fucking child!"

I didn't realize his slow inching towards me. In a flash, he's chest to chest with me, staring angrily down at me. "Watch. Your. Mouth."

In a way, it kind of released my anger. He was angrier than I was in this moment. So it feels like a win. "Yeah? Or what?"

His hand wraps around my wrist, his rings digging sharply into my skin. My face contorts naturally but I try not to give him a reaction.

"You're playing with fire, Acardi," he explains. "And fire is something I'm all too familiar with."

"I really don't care what you think i'm playing with," I whisper. "Or what you're familiar with. I couldn't care less."

He sucks in a sharp breathe, his eyes growing more agitated each second.

"Careful," I state. "You're not gonna want detention again. With me."

He glances down at my lips then back up at my eyes. He pauses before pulling away all together. "I'd rather jump off the astronomy tower."

"I'd rather kiss a toilet seat," I state, sitting back down. "If I have marks from you, I'm gonna say you assaulted me."

"They're gonna think I fucked you if I left marks," he explains, sitting down on his chair. "Wouldn't want the Princesses reputation ruined."

"Why do you call me that?"

"You don't like being called Princess." He turns to me. "Do you Princess."

"Yeah, go fuck yourself," I mumble.

"I'd rather someone else do it."

"You're disgusting," I state, turning to him.

"You're boring."

"Nah, just untouchable."

"No one is untouchable," he states.

"You might not be. I've heard of your countless nights. I've seen the endless streams of girls coming out of your room."

"Jealousy suits you."

i laugh sarcastically. "You wish."

Snape comes back in and we all sit in silence for another hour. He lets us leave and I B-line it to the Slytherin common rooms.

I'm not a sexual person. No, i'm not a virgin but we're not gonna talk about that. But my body needed to be touched. I wasn't going to call a boy into my room, that'd be against everything I stand for.

So I do it myself.

And I know for a fact I can love myself better than any man can.