"Shut up Malfoy," you mumbled
"No one would want to take you to the Ball. Look at you! You're ugly as hell," he continued.
"Well you're not taking anyone as well so shut up," You shot back confidently
No. Nope. Nada. Bad idea.
He pushed you up against a wall.
"Listen up Y/l/n, you better scram or else I will hex you to next year,"
"And what if I don't scram? Huh, Malfoy?"
Silence graced the both of you for a few seconds but you immediately retorted back "What are you gonna do? Throw a Cruciatus Curse at me?"
The mention of one of the unforgivable curses seems to fuel his anger, the guilt rushing back of how he would throw a curse with nothing but a straight face on.
"No... I'll do this,"
Soon you felt a pair of lips on yours they weren't soft or smooth. The pair of lips were actually quite chapped but you didn't mind. Draco Malfoy was kissing you aggressively as if showing his anger by kissing you.
He pulled back, "Where's your y/h pride now?"
"Right here," with that being said you immediately slammed your lips back to his but all good things has to come to an end.
"What are you two doing here?" Professor McGonagall asked with amusement but covered it with suspicion.
"I -uhm -well I ,I'm sorry- well- It won't happen again Professor," you mumbled to yourself but loud enough for the three of you to hear.
"10 points from y/h, same goes to you Mr Malfoy,"
Minerva soon walked away with a grin
"Kids," she shook her head with amusement
