Carnival I.M

13

"Leave me alone!" Emma snapped, trying to shove Draco's chin from her shoulder, his eyes gleaming up at her like a lost puppy.

"Only if you forgive me."

"You're making me hate you even more! Sabrina - help me!" Emma cried, not to mention growing more and more irritated by the second of being in the same presence as Draco Malfoy.

She'd been told many times by Sabrina that she had to deal with this herself, and to tell Draco how she felt about the situation, but no matter how many times Emma tried telling Draco to leave her alone for a little while, he wouldn't leave until she forgave him. So Sabrina looked up from her book and shot Emma an annoyed but pointed look, before lowering her eyes back down to her book.

"Forgive me and I'll leave you alone for as long as you want. No more than twenty four hours though," Draco promised, but this time his arm wrapped tenderly around Emma, pulling her closer to him as though they'd been a couple for years.

They were sitting in the library, which meant Draco obviously made sure he was out of sight of Madam Pince who would scold him for showing affection in her library.

But Emma hated this. She hated his level of comfort around her now. She missed the way he was when she'd first met him...now he was just different and more annoying. Perhaps when his mood was below average he would be OK to her again.

"I will tell Hermione Granger to punch you in the face, Draco, if you do not remove your arm this instant!" Emma growled, her tone threatening and her eyes dangerously daring Draco to disobey her.

"Forgive me and you will not even have to go through all the trouble of getting a jumped-up Mudblood to do your dirty work, Freckles," Draco mumbled into her hair, rubbing his face against her.

"You're horrible," Emma shoved Draco right off her, and he went tumbling off his chair and onto the floor.

Sabrina laughed loudly, though trying to muffle it against her book.

Draco huffed quietly and flattened his now messy hair while sitting back down in his seat, not bothering to pester Emma any further.

"You know what we should do, guys?" said Sabrina who finally closed her book to converse with the other two. "Before the Christmas Holidays, so say the ninth or the tenth of December, we should throw a huge party in the common room."

"Why would we do that?" Draco scoffed. "Plus I'm a Prefect and so is Pansy. If we're caught by someone who isn't Snape, Pansy and I will lose our badges plus extra House points."

Emma couldn't help but agree by saying, "He's right. And who is to say the Head Boy and Head Girl won't dob us in?"

"Oh, right," Sabrina mumbled, looking down in disappointment. "I could always try and talk to them though. I'm sure they won't mind a small party."

Draco snorted. "Fat chance. Hey - did I tell you two that Goyle got hexed by the Weasley girl today?"

"No," both Emma and Sabrina said at the same time, sharing a shocked look and begging Draco with their eyes to continue.

"It was in the courtyard. The Weasley girl caught Goyle checking out her body and she confronted him. And hexed him. Twice," Draco growled, utter hatred clouding his grey eyes.

Emma wanted to laugh, but she held it back.

"No one likes Goyle anyway," Sabrina laughed aloud, leaning back against her chair and folding her arms. "Nor does anyone like Crabbe. They're both creeps."

"And 'The Weasley Girl' has a name, too," Emma added.

"I don't care," Draco spat, rolling his eyes at Emma who narrowed hers. "They're all a bunch of rats who huddle in a small burrow - which, by the way, they made themselves - covered in their own dirt and filth."

"That's what your father told you," Sabrina said casually. "You don't know if it's true."

Emma was beginning to grow more and more angry at Draco. She actually liked the Weasley's and couldn't understand why Draco didn't, nor could she understand why his father didn't appear to like them either. But, Emma wasn't judging. She didn't know Fred or George's parents. They were probably the most horrible people you could meet.

"My father does know or he wouldn't have said it."

"I'm sure the Weasley's shower, Draco," Emma interrupted. "If they didn't I wouldn't hang out with them as much."

"Yes, I've been meaning to speak with you about that," Draco said calmly, his body turning to face Emma.

If Draco was trying to come off as intimidating or controlling or even threatening for that matter, it wasn't working. But his posture was signalling that he was trying to. Had the three Slytherins been anywhere but the library, Emma would have been giving Draco a big lecture about bossing her about and worrying about who she was friends with.

Sabrina seemed to understand the tension between the two, and said, "lets head back. It's nearly nine."

The three of them walked along the corridors in silence. Emma was pissed off. Sabrina was happily silent. And Draco was occasionally trying to start up a conversation but the two girls would ignore him. Emma would purposely stare at the walls as she walked to hide her angry tears.

She was hating Draco more and more every day. And hating someone was not quite normal for her.

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Hey! I got really bored and decided to update this poor book. Still trying to meet my goal of making this a well known book though!!
~Ivy