[Wattys '13 FINALIST] How Can I Love You When I Hate You So Much? (Draco Malfoy)

How Can I Love You When I Hate You So Much? (Draco Malfoy) Chapter 6

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Chapter 6 Not friends, but I didn't kill him. That's a start, right?

'Is there a problem, Mr. Malfoy?' Snape asked from behind his curtain of greasy hair, not looking up. Malfoy made an unintelligible grunt before sitting as far away from me as possible. 

'Come on, honey, you aren't still mad at me, are you?' I smiled gently from my desk. Malfoy wasn't looking at me. 'Really? It was just a joke, Malfoy. Lighten up.' I walked over toward his table, and sat next to him. Class hadn't started yet, students still filing in. I poked Malfoy gently on the arm. 

'Look, I'm s-' I started, but Malfoy cut me off. 

'Save it, freak. Get away from me before you give me whatever disease your blood traitor parents gave you at birth.' He spat, turning his steely glare at me. I huffed a sigh and rolled my eyes before returning to the table I had been at originally. Hermoine was sitting at the chair next to mine. She smiled at me before shaking her head, as if to say 'I warned you.' 

'If your lover's quarrel is done for now, Miss Hawthorne?' I waved a hand and Snape raised an eyebrow at me. 'I will not be dismissed as one would dismiss a house elf, Hawthorne. I shall see you in detention and don't say another word.' I opened my mouth to protest or apologize, but shut it quickly. I grumbled to myself before ..LIGHT-BULB! I did the sign language motion for I'm sorry and shot Snape a smug smirk. Malfoy raised an eyebrow at me at the same time Snape did. Hermoine stifled a giggle. 

'What the bloody hell was that, freak?' Malfoy spat at me. I opened my mouth to reply, but threw a hand over it and exhaled. I pulled out my wand and started writing into the air. 

'Snape said I couldn't speak, so I did sign language to apologize, but I don't know enough sign language to say the rest of this, so...' floated out of the tip of my wand in smoky green lettering. A few students sitting on the other end of the classroom chuckled. 

'Miss Hawthorne, if you are quite finished?!' Snape snapped. That was kinda hard to say, wasn't it. I nodded once and leaned back into my seat with a smile. 

'5 points to Slytherin for that advanced bit of magic.' Snape muttered before turning to the blackboard. A few students from other houses mumbled to themselves about Snape playing favorites because I was a Slytherin, but I rolled my eyes. I wouldn't have a detention if he was playing favorites. 

'I've chosen your partners alphabetically. Abbott and Abercrombie, Bulstrode and Davies, Finch-Fletchley and Granger, Hawthorne and Malfoy.' I heard a groan from behind me and I sighed. That boy was really starting to get on my nerves. 'Join your partners and get started. The potion instructions are on page 394.' (A/N: Hehehe...) I stood and walked to the back of the room where Malfoy was staring at the wall, his arms crossed. He looked like a stubborn little boy that didn't want to take a bath. I rolled my eyes and sighed as I slid next to him and placed a cauldron onto the table. I opened my book and turned to the potion list, since I wasn't listening when Snape had said what we were supposed to make. Draught of Peace? This was child's play, I thought to myself. I slammed the book shut and started on the potion. Malfoy looked up at me. 

'What, the great Hawthorne knows this one by heart?' He said icily. I rolled my eyes and didn't respond. Malfoy scoffed. 'What, now you're too good to talk to me?' I slammed my measuring spoons onto the table, causing Hermoine and her partner to jump at the table next to us. Snape looked up quickly from his reading. 

'I'm over it, Malfoy. I tried to apologize about what happened in Divination, but ya blew me off. So don't even speak to me. I tried playing nice.' I said through clenched teeth. Malfoy scoffed.