[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 16

Chapter 16 Now I remember why I hate him

I hung out with Fred, George and their friend Lee Jordan for the remainder of the Hogsmeade visit. They were working on some candy that made you sick so you could get out of classes. I wasn't really paying attention.

"Jez, you ready?" Fred asked. I looked up from the wall I had been staring at and smile. He took my hand and we walked out of the pub.

I told the guys I was tired and headed to the Slytherin common room. Fred stopped me and took my hand again.

"Are you cross with me?" Fred asked. Such a Brit phrase. I chuckled and shook my head.

"No, darling, I'm not mad at you. Just really tired. I'll see you at breakfast." I turned to leave, but Fred pulled me to him again, holding me to his chest.

"So, am I allowed to kiss you again?" He asked, barely above a whisper. I sighed and shook my head.

"Maybe that's not a good idea." I whispered, kissing his cheek and bidding him goodnight again. I walked to the Slytherin common room without looking back. I said the password and stomped into the empty common room. Everyone was still down at supper, I assumed. I threw myself onto one of the couches and buried my face into a cushion.

"People put their asses there, Hawthorne, that's disgusting. But, you shouldn't be too bothered by the thought. You willingly kiss blood-traitor Weasels." I heard from the other couch by the fireplace. I screamed into the cushion and sat up.

"Thanks for the words of encouragement, Malfoy. I feel loads better after that rousing pep talk." I say with false cheerfulness. Malfoy rolls his eyes.

"Don't get pissed at me. I didn't make you kiss the Weasel twin. One would think you'd be happy. He's a Mudblood lover just like you. No knick on your 'image', right?" Malfoy glared at me. I scoffed and growled.

"No, this is awesome. It helped me remember why I fucking hate you so much." I spat and stood. Malfoy stood with me. He took a step forward, inches from me.

"Like I give a shit what some muggle-loving freak thinks of me. You are still a disgrace to the Slytherin name, Hawthorne."

"And you're still an arrogant, purist prick who's so full of himself, I'm surprised your pure-blood obsessed parents haven't arranged you a marriage to a mirror. You think you can get by in life solely on your looks and your surname. I'm looking forward to your rude awakening you self-absorbed ferret faced-" I was cut off by Malfoy crashing his lips to mine. The electricity of his touch flashed behind my eyes as he tangled his fingers in my hair roughly. I put my arms around his neck and he picked me up, holding me against his chest, not breaking the kiss. I don't remember leaving the common room, but suddenly he was pushing me back onto a green and silver four-poster bed. His lips left mine and he took off his black button-down, then trailed his lips down my neck.

"Draco..." I murmured. He moaned against the skin of my bare neck. His hands traveled up my black top, my skin danced from his touch. Until it registered in my brain what was going on. "Draco, stop." I said softly. He sighed loudly but obeyed.

"You are a fucking tease, you know that?" He said with mock anger. I giggled and brushed his hair back away from his eyes. Those eyes were torture.

"I thought you were mad at me?" I nudged him playfully.

"I am. But that doesn't mean I'm not still...attracted to you." He muttered. I pulled him down next to me on his bed.

"And I still think you are a pompous purist prick. But as long as we're on the same page." I said, tracing shapes on his bare chest with my fingers. There was a long scar diagonally across his stomach. I ran my finger along it and looked up at him with questioning eyes. He shook his head and grabbed my hand in his.

"You always smell like cupcakes." He said suddenly. I raised my eyes to his and chuckled.

"Is that a bad thing?" I asked, laying my head back against his chest.

"I like cupcakes." He said simply, pressing his lips to my hand that was still entwined with his.

He stood suddenly, pulling me off of his bed and all but dragging me through the door.

"What the fuck, Malfoy?" I asked as he pulled me down to the base of the stairs that led to the girls dorms.

"Good night, Hawthorne." He said quietly. I watched him storm back up the stairs to his room.

"Bi-polar disorder is in fact treatable, darling!" I called after him. I rubbed my neck from the whiplash of his mood swing and walked up to my room.

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