Warning: Violence, EXTREME language (no slurs or anything of the sort, just very very... angry)
I was watching the game from the Slytherin tower with Draco. The others had decided that standing still outside in the cold doing nothing wasn't really their thing, to everyone's surprise of course. Draco had come to cheer every time the Gryffindor team did something bad, and I had joined him in case she would be there, but she wasn't.
God he looks so pathetic in the air. His red hair was poking out of his helmet making his head look like an egg and the cold made his nose a hilarious shade of red. Pretty much the shade of his hair. Although he managed to block some of the shots that were thrown at him they were out of pure luck, and a lot passed him, making me smile every time.
How long will it take until a bludger hits him? I'm getting kind of impatient.
The bludger does hit another boy, but nevertheless Ron is unharmed. Lucky little piece of shit.
To everyone's sorrow, Harry catches the snitch and Gryffindor wins. Ron looks like he just found out he won the lottery. He didn't even do anything, he has no part in their victory yet he acts like he does. He is so full of himself it's just a matter of time until he bursts.
Everyone starts walking down from the towers, some going to congratulate the team-members. Although Draco would never congratulate Harry, he would definitely mock him. Maybe curse him too, so we make our way to the Gryffindor team, just to see if there is anything he can do.
When we pass the Gryffindor tower I freeze, my eyes locking on Stella and Ron. She is hugging him, and when Ron sees me he makes eye contact as a deep grin appears on his face. She is wearing his fucking shirt. And as he stares into my fucking soul, his hands get tighter around her body and he picks her up, spinning her around.
I have to clench my fists so hard that my nails start to pierce my skin as to not take the wand I have in my pocket and throw his body into a tower over and over again until his disgusting, empty head comes off.
How dare you?
Not after a hundred lifetimes would you deserve to touch her, to see her, to exist in the same reality as her. Your whole fucking bloodline couldn't rack up enough good deeds in an eternity to make you deserving of her light.
My mind is clouding, anger filling every vessel of blood and cell in my body.
This son of a FUCKING bitch. This absolute pussy, weak, garbage, poor, pathetic, narcissistic, disrespectful, disgusting fucking cunt has ran out of mercy. I only have so much patience and this is fucking it. You will fucking eat shit and my hands will have your god damn blood on them. I don't even know what's worse. Getting beaten to the fucking pulp or having anything from you touch my body. I don't give a fuck what you think you are doing but it stops now.
She lets him go and hugs Harry. She doesn't hug him tight or is swung around in the air, because she wasn't the one that did that. You were. You and your filthy, disgusting hands and your shithead, egoistical stupid fucking brain.
I always knew he was a narcissistic fucking runt but this is it.
She looks at me, and I can't bear to stay so I turn on my heel and leave in a rage.
I am fucking coming for you, Weasley.
I go to my dorm and without much thinking I punch one of the pillars to the bed, and hear it breaking. It doesn't split in half or anything but it's slightly bent and splinters are coming out of it. I forgot completely about Draco but he can handle himself. I fight myself to not break anything else, and tie a shirt around the broken part of the pillar. After contemplating for about 30 seconds on what to do I walk down the stairs from the dorms to the common room and I sit.
Sooner or later she will come, and I will be here, waiting for her.
Time passes as if I'm in a black hole. I feel like I'm waiting for the seconds to pass, one by one, consumed by nothing but her. The light from the windows slowly turns to darkness as the night comes and the hours go by. Where the fuck is she? I saw her at the playing field, she should have been here hours ago. People walk by me but none of them is her, but I'm way too stubborn and angry to change my plan. As the clock strikes midnight, my first thought of giving up comes. For all I know she could be with a friend, or out partying or I don't fucking know.
I can't.
I stay.
The portrait to Slytherin moves and I finally see her walking in. But after not even a second of relief I am filled with the same disappointment and anger I felt the last time I saw him. He followed her here? It's like he wants me to do this. Don't worry, I will. I follow them with my eyes as they walk, but I stay silent.
Minutes go by, and he comes back.
When he passes me, I grit out through my teeth:
-What the fuck do you think you are doing?
He turns around, a vicious, heinous mix of anger and amusement colouring his face.
-And what the fuck is your problem?
That's it.
I get up from the couch, grabbing his collar and pushing him to the back of the portrait. My face is inches from him and my eyes are digging into his.
-What the fuck do you think you are doing... with Stella.
It's not a question, cause we both know the answer. You aren't doing anything, you piece of shit. Despite his position, he smirks at me, as if to rile me up or as if he knows how it makes me feel.
-What do you think I'm doing, Berkshire?
He says, confirming what I already knew. He thinks he has a chance. Even if I know she is too smart to ever fall for a useless twat like this, I'm not going to let him try.
I let go of his collar, and punch him in the face. I hear a crack and he stumbles to the side, as he can't stumble back. He lets out something in between a scream and a groan in surprise. His hands are stained with red when he takes them off his face and just like during the game, his nose matches his hair. For a second he just stands there, like in shock, but I wait. Wait for him to fight back so I can beat his fucking ass. And he does. After looking at me he jumps forward, arms extended with hard fists with me as their target. It's very obvious he hasn't fought before. The only thing he manages to do is punch my mouth as I lower my arms to punch him in his stomach. I knew he was a weak fucking pussy. The hit makes him fall to the floor, gasping for air and I kneel down. I pull his hair and force him to look at me as I grit through my teeth.
-Touch her again and I will make you regret being fucking born.
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