WILDEST DREAM ➛ʜ.ᴘᴏᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴛᴡɪɴ ꜱɪꜱᴛᴇʀ

008

"Piece of shit!"

"Piece of...SHIT!"

I groaned as my face hit the cold rock of the floor.

"Are you...okay?"

"I'm perfectly fine Mione." I gave her a smirk.

"Your nose is bleeding." She gasps, grabbing my arm making me stand up and let me sit down on her bed.

"Bloody nose." I hummed. "It can be fixed later Mione, I'M LATE FOR CLASSES!"

"I am too!" She snapped, i shut up by that. Hermione sighed. "Just..wait."

She took out her wand, muttered a spell under her breath and my nose cracked. I groaned, tapping my new nose and chuckled. "I love you really, now bye!"

I kissed her cheeks and ran out of the dorm and down the stairs and out fot he common room.

I had Potion for the first class and I'm already 10 minutes late, if I'll be anymore late, Snape will hang me out of the astronomy tower.

I stumbled in the class "Sir! Ahm– may I come in?"

I panted as all the students looked at me with Snape glaring at me.

"Ms Potter!" He spat, actually spat on me. I blinked in disgust.  "You are late."

"I am aware sir." I smiled.

"If you are then why..are you here?" He said slowly. "You do know that whenever a student is late—even a minute, I don't let them in."

"Yes but you see, I have–"

"An excuse? Go ahead let's see how good that excuse is." He snarled.

"I was..studying last night and so I got up late." I said seriously. 

"And?"

"And...alright I'll just stand out of the class." I sighed standing out of the classroom as the door shut.

I leaned back on the wall looking here and there when I saw Draco, rushing to the class.

I looked away from him, looking down at my shiny shoes.

"Maddy, we need to talk." He panted.

I kept looking down at my shoes, actually impressed how good it is polished. Who even polished them?

"Maddy."

Damn, very pointy.

"Mads."

Could kill a human with it.

"Madline!"

"Oh for the love of Godric's hairy balls! What?" I snapped looking up at him.

He hesitated, his pale face unusually unsure. "I... I'm sorry," he said, his tone sincere but tentative.

I let out a sarcastic laugh, my lips curling in mock amusement. "Oh, he's sorry. Bravo, Draco. What a heartfelt apology." I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms tighter, leaning back against the cold wall. "What do you want, a standing ovation?"

Draco sighed, his usual arrogance replaced with a rare vulnerability. "I know what I said was bad," he admitted, nodding slowly. "And I deserve this kind of attitude from you. But just... I... I'm sorry."

I glared at him, my anger bubbling over. "Sorry?" I snapped. "What would you do if someone insulted your family, Draco? How would you feel if someone degraded your parents, your bloodline?"

He flinched, but I didn't stop. I was furious, and he was going to hear every word. "You and your stupid pure-blood superiority complex! You think it gives you the right to talk down to people like the Weasleys? Let me tell you something—it doesn't. And what's your excuse, huh? Daddy's issues? Jealous that other people have families who actually love and support them?"