The Stuck-Up Snake (Draco Malfoy)

Chapter 2

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"Forget to take the trash out of your dorm, Blaise?" I asked, wrinkling my nose, "seems the smell likes to linger." Draco scowled, his unfortunately good-looking grey eyes turning cold.

"Oh, very funny, Hopkins," he sneered, "but Blaise already tossed out your family's hair products. Made the place stink for weeks, it has."

Dumb insult to you maybe, but here's why this particular jab struck me wrong. I personally approve and help develop the scent of our products to market to younger men and women. Draco had just insulted my taste. And I pride myself on my taste.

I stood up and glared at the smirking, light-haired boy.

"That insult might've worked if I couldn't smell our Young Bachelor shampoo and conditioner line practically rolling off of you." The smirk quickly disappeared, and his cheeks started to turn pink, whether from embarrassment or anger, I wasn't sure. His chair screeched back and nearly fell over as he, too stood up, leering at me from across the table.

"As if I would use such a cheap and foul substance on my hair," he hissed, narrowing his eyes. I grit my teeth.

"Just because your family sells super expensive go-karts, Malfoy, doesn't mean you can-"

"They're luxury sports  cars!"

"-look down on me like I'm scum. My family is just as wealthy and important as yours!"

"ENOUGH!" I turned to see Madam Pince stalking toward us. "Get OUT! Out! Both of you! Another word and you'll both get demerits!" I cringed as she hovered around us, impatiently tapping her foot as we gathered our things before nearly dragging us toward the door. "Stay out of here unless you're studying!" And the heavy, oak door swung shut behind us. I huffed in annoyance before shooting a glare at Draco and stalking down the corridor toward one of the commons areas. I had five minutes before Literature and Composition with McGonagall and I didn't want anymore of my time to be ruined by him. Unfortunately...

"If your voice wasn't so high and unpleasant, we would still be relaxing in the library," he drawled casually from beside me, matching my quick pace.

"Oh, bite me, Malfoy," I hissed, speeding up, earning a snicker from the bottle blond.

"You aren't my type, Hopkins. Sorry," he replied, "I already have a girlfriend anyway." Since when, ferret? 

"That's wonderful, Malfoy. Mind telling me her name so I can express ship a package to her dorm room with my condolences?" I picked up my pace further, rounding another corner. Come on, come on, so close. Please go away, you arrogant prick. 

"Jealous any, Hopkins?" He sneered, easily keeping up in his dress shoes as opposed to my heels. All he did was lengthen his stride. Damn his long legs. 

"No. Did I not just say I felt sorry for the poor girl?" There's the classroom! I broke into a full out jog as best I could, lugging along my bag and hoping to leave Draco behind. I heard his snicker again as I slowed and panted a bit before pushing open the classroom door. 

"Miss Hopkins, you are two minutes late. May I ask why?" McGonagall quipped as I walked into the room. I scowled before replying.

"I was held up by the most annoying person, as you can s-" I cut my words as I glanced behind me. The corridor was empty. I spun back toward McGonagall and stared at her, open-mouthed as snickers erupted from a few of the Gryffindors. I saw Granger desperately trying to contain hers. I grit my teeth.