Serpent's Veil || Draco Malfoy.

Le jeu du chat et souris

EMILYY'S POV

I made my way out of the Great Hall and found a quiet corridor to sit down on a staircase. The hallway was relatively empty, and I could finally get some time to myself without the hustle and of the dining hall.

The audacity of Draco just now, thinking he could talk to me like that and then just try to walk away as if he was in the right.

 As if he hadn't been pushing me, testing my limits, seeing just how far he could go before I snapped. 

He acts like he gives a damn about me and then he pulls shit like this. 

It's unbelievable.

I could hear Daphne's voice in my head too, probably taking the opportunity and blaming me for everything. 

Of course, it's always my fault, isn't it? 

She has been waiting for an excuse to completely turn on me, and now she's got one. 

Always so ready to play the victim, acting like I'm some kind of villain for not bending over backwards to please everyone like she and Millicent do.

Pathetic

But really, what did she expect? 

For me to just sit there and take Draco's bullshit without a word? 

I'm not one of his little followers or one of the stupid girls fawning over him, and I'm certainly not going to let him think he can treat me like I'm beneath him. 

Because I'm not.

My peace and quiet didn't last long, as I was soon interrupted by Camille, the bitc— I mean, the girl from Beauxbatons, who approached me with a cheerful smile on her face.

"Bonjour! Je peux m'asseoir ici, tu parles français, non?" she asked, pointing to the spot next to me on the staircase, her eyes sparkling with expectancy.

"Oui, bien sûr, assess-toi," I responded, the words reluctant on my tongue, letting her know that I indeed spoke French.

And very well

She took a seat beside me on the staircase, gazing at me with curiosity, her smile never faltering.

"Est-ce que le groupe auquel tu t'assois aux repas sont tes amis?"

I hesitated for a moment before nodding.

"Oui, ils sont mes amis. Pourquoi?"

Why does she even care who my friends are? If I can call them friends anymore, that is.

"J'ai demandé parce qu'un garçon de ton petit groupe a attiré mon attention," she said, her smile growing a bit wider.

Oh, I bet he did, the fucking idiot.

"Ah, vraiment? Et qui donc a eu la chance de te fasciner, parmi nous?" I responded with a sarcastic tone, but to her credit, she didn't seem to catch the sarcasm and maintained her friendliness.

Is this bitch fucking clueless? Does she even know who she is talking to?

"Le blond est vraiment mignon. Il a l'air tellement mystérieux et attirant, tout à la fois," she gushed.

I sighed, understanding who she was talking about.

Mysterious? Please, the only thing mysterious about him is how he can keep so many people around him when he acts like a prat.

"C'est Malfoy, Draco Malfoy," I muttered under my breath, cursing internally, what was I expecting? 

She had been eyeing him and If I can remember correctly had even winked at him.