Fuck it.
I'll admit it, I was tired.
Tired of Hogwarts.
Tired of people.
Tired of magic.
Tired of.. well...everything.
I've already been doing this shit for 6 years, almost 7. What was the point? I surely knew everything that I had to know if I were to end up in a gruesome fight that could be the death of me.
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It was 6:34PM, I was sitting in an empty compartment of the train travelling back to Hogwarts for my 6th year of magic. Boring.
I slumped back in my seat and groaned.
How many years were we supposed to go to this school again?
I really hoped that I didn't have to end up doing another year at that hell hole.
If I did, I would, without question, get rid of myself before they could get rid of me.
That was Hogwarts for you, I guess.
Full of bullshit.
Professor Dumbledore tells everyone that the school is 'safe' and 'full of kind-hearted people' who 'only want to help people out'. Pfft, yeah, sure...says him, the old hag of a grandpa.
Who did he even think he was? I mean, I could probably beat him in a duel if I tried hard enough, they'd taught me that much magic. Which I thought was pretty cool, but also utterly useless.
I continued to state out the window, as the train passed by lakes, forests, towns, and everything in between.
Although the view was extraordinary, I had already seen it about a trillion times already.
I was zoning out for quite a while, till I heard a knock on the door.
I refused to look over. I was too tired to bother with anything right now, let alone anyone that could want my attention. It wasn't worth it, and it would never be, they say.
The knocks progressively got louder as I refused to answer them, and I slightly got more irritated each time.
Fine.
I glanced over at the door, only to see a tall figure, with platinum blonde hair which was obviously bleached due to how much it stood out; dark green eyes, almost as if they were floating emeralds; and pale skin. Was he a vampire? Did he not go outside?
I didn't recognize the guy at first, until I saw the glare that he had given me.
"Open the door, y/n." The voice said. It was the deep voice that I hadn't heard for a while, and I liked hearing it, I don't know why, but it reminded me of someone. Someone that hadn't interacted with me for a good 4 years now.
I glared back at him, and scoffed.
"And if I don't?" I smirked, wanting to test his temper.
I could see him sigh from behind the door.
"Just open the door, please, y/n. I want to hear your voice, I want to taste your lips, I want you."
He had to be fucking with me. There was nothing that could convince me that he wasn't.
Seriously? He wanted me? Him? Want me?
It seemed like an impossible thought, really.
I rolled my eyes, and stood up to make my way towards the door.
I took one last glance at him, before I unlocked the door and walked back to where I was originally sitting.
"So?" He asked, sitting down in the seat across from me, with that stupid smirk still on his face.
I was silent. I didn't want to talk. I didn't want to talk to him, of all people.
If I'm not mistaken, he had been the guy who bullied me since year 2, and we hated each other ever since.
It's been 4 years though, perhaps he's changed?
People can do that, right?
I wasn't so sure of it.
This had to be a joke.
Not in a million years would be come up to me and mention that he 'wanted me'.
Had to be another one of his pranks again, being active as we speak.
"Tell me what you did on break, love." The deep voice spoke again.
That's when I realized what he was wearing.
A black suit, perfectly tied and worn, with a black tie to add to it.
Oh my god.
Was he trying to make me like him, or what?
I tried not to blush, and looked back outside, back out to the nature, and everything else that passed by.
"Mmm. Seems like someone isn't much of a talker, I see. We might just have to do this..the hard way, then. Sound good?" He chuckled, obviously knowing what he was doing.
The hard way? What did he mean by that?
No, he couldn't mean that...that was too...let's say, intense.
Turns out I was wrong.
He stood up, and I could see him towering over me, as he bent down to match my level, since I was sitting and he wasn't.
He slipped his hand under my chin and lifted my head up, close enough to meet his gaze, which now travelled all over me.
Seriously. Was this guy on drugs?
It wouldn't be uncommon.
"Seems like someone needs to be taught a lesson, for not replying when someone asks a simple minded question. Does that seem like a plan, princess?" He smirked, lust shining brightly through his eyes.
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