Fake

THREE

All day, you endured stares and questions about Draco. By mid-noon, you were so ticked off. You sat in a dark corner of the library, working alone at a table. You were at 6 minutes of silence when someone sat down next to you. You ignored them. "Blaise says you're upset". 

"I'm not," you said sharply.

Draco scoffed. You closed your eyes, a hand in your hair, elbow propped on the table. You had been avoiding Draco in fear you would snap at him and make him mad. "Is this because of Potter?" He asked 

"No," you said in a softer tone.

"Is it about your grades?"

You crossed your arms on the table and buried your face in your arms "No"

"Is it because I kissed you?"

"No." Your lie came out strangled, giving you away 

"Look, if you can't deal with it then why-" his tone was harsh, impatient. 

You cut him off, sitting up. "It's not that you kissed me, it's because I enjoyed it!" The words escaped your lips with no filter You stood up and rushed out. You rushed down the corridor, tears running down your face.

"Yln! Y/n l/n!" Draco called. 

You stopped, wiping your tears on your sleeve. You wouldn't let him see you cry. Not ever.

He moved so he was in front of you "What the heck did you mean back there?" he demanded. You bit your lip from saying anything. "Answer me, y/n!" 

"I've had a crush on you since 3rd year! Every insult. Every comment hurts like bullets. You don't understand the jealousy I've had for Pansy. Each time you flirt with me, I have to remind myself over and over that it's fake!" You yelled.

Draco turned away, running a hand through his hair, cussing. You watched him, furious with the situation. 'Why couldn't I keep my mouth shut?' you thought. Draco turned back to you, lowering his hand. He walked forward till he was right in front of you, and bent his head down so his lips met yours. You blinked, shocked. But you closed your eyes, sinking into his kiss. You kissed him back, his lips moving fluently against yours. He moved his arm around your waist, his hand on your lower back, and pulled you against him. Your arms went around his neck, one hand in his soft silver-blonde hair. After a few seconds, he pulled his lips away to press his forehead against yours. "What you don't understand, is that I've been wanting to do that for a long time." You didn't answer, too breathless to respond. He laughed softly "Princess,"

"Yes?" You whispered.

"If Slytherin wins the Quidditch game against Gryffindor tomorrow, you owe me a kiss."

You swallowed, and nodded, "Sure"

Draco pulled away, and you opened your eyes. "You're cute when you blush." he commented. He smirked and walked away.

The next day.

You stood in the stands with the Gryffindors, the rain pelting your face. You just wore slacks and a white button-up with your house tie. The sun shone through some clouds. It was only raining in some spots, washing you in a wave of water one second, and the next second the sun was warming you underneath its rays. You could've asked Hermione to show you the umbrella spell, but she and Ron stood a couple of seats below you. The score was Slytherin: 270, Gryffindor: 330. The Slytherins had a fair chance... 

From the commentary, there was a loud swear word. "I don't believe it... Malfoy's got the snitch!" declared Lee Jordan. The Slytherins started cheering and screaming. You joined in. Since you were standing next to a group of Ravenclaws that supported Slytherin, no one gave you any attention. The teams had landed, and the Slytherins were surrounded by half the school. You followed suit, going onto the pitch. Finally, you found him. 

Draco's hair was messy, damp with the rain, and windswept from flying. His gray eyes found yours, and he smirked, eyes full of humor. You smiled at the happiness radiating off of him. You headed toward him, hands sweating as you knew what you were about to do. The rain had stopped, but Draco's face and uniform were soaked. Stopping in front of him, you grabbed a handful of his green robes and pulled him down to your level.

"Eager much?" he laughed right before you pressed your lips to his. The cheers went up a couple of notches. But, faster than you could process, you were ripped away from him. You lost your balance and fell onto the grass. There was screaming and yelling. 

You lay there, coughing, the wind knocked from your lungs. Someone crouched beside you. "You okay?" 

You sat up, looking up at Blaise. "Yes. I'm OK."

Blaise grabbed your hand and helped you up. Draco, Fred, and Harry stood with the rest of the students ringed in a wide circle around them, Blaise and you. Draco had his hand over his nose, blood trickling from between his fingers. Fred's lip was swollen, but Harry remained untouched. Fury shook your body You stormed over to Potter, grabbed his shoulder and roughly turned him to face you, and punched him square in the face.

"How dare you!" You slapped and punched him with every word.

"get off, y/n!" He argued, trying to back away. 

You were dimly aware of kids yelling. "Fight, fight, fight!" and the teachers screamed at you to stop. Arms wrapped around you from behind, pinning your arms to your sides. "Calm down." George ordered, pulling you back.

"Don't touch me, George Weasley!" You thrashed against his grip. Harry was staring at you in 

Disbelief. "I hate you, Harry Potter! You selfish stupid-"

McGonagall appeared at George's side. "My office." In one fluid motion, George picked you up effort-lessly and laid you over his shoulder.

"Put me down!" you yelled

"Just shut up." You heard him say.

You did. You were too hurt by his tone. You didn't want him to hate you, too. He carried you off the pitch, a hand on your leg, the other on your lower back. "I'm sorry." You said.

"For?" he asked.

"losing my temper." You wished you could see his face. He shifted you, your waist against his shoulder. It startled you, causing you to grab at his knitted sweater. He laughed, "I'm not going to drop you... I have a question, what's up with you and the trio?"

You relaxed your grip. "They, and your twin, need to stay out of my love life"

"Or maybe your 'love'  needs to stay out  of your life." You could hear the quotation marks around the word 'love'. 

"Seriously, George?" you asked.

"Look, y/n. There are a lot of boys who would love to date you. Did you have to pick him?" You didn't answer his question. You noticed Mogonagall. thirty yards back, followed by Potter, Fred, and Draco. "Can you put me down?" you asked

"Are you going to attack Harry?"

 "No," you said gruffly. 

George stopped and set you down. "Happy now?" 

"Quite." You two continued walking. You glanced over at him. His jaw was set, and he kept his eyes on the path. You had never seen him this serious. It frightened you a little. "I know you hate him, but I don't. I know you're just looking out for me. But I can make my own choices."

He nodded. "I know that. And... I just don't want him to hurt you."

"We're still good, right? You asked

He met your eyes. "Of course"