~Chapter 8~

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I woke up to the sound of light snoring. I flipped over and saw Draco sprawled out across the floor and his cheek mushed against the floor. I focused for a few minutes and another bed appeared (Only it was black).

     "Wingardium Leviosa," I said quietly lifting Draco into the air. I carefully set him on the bed before wrapping a blanket around him.

     I walked into the living room and toward the fire place. The scent of smoldering cedar filled the room. 

     "A cup of tea and a book sounds good right now," I said quietly. A book shelf appeared but no tea. 

      "Well a book is good enough. I picked it up. "Gamp's law of elemental Transfiguration: A History," I read aloud. I groaned. 

     "Come on something good," I said closing my eyes and beginning to pace. A object fell and hit me in the head.

     "Ow," I hissed. I opened my eyes and saw a large book in front of me.

     "Really you stupid room. Ya couldn't put it on the couch," I complained.

     "to kill a mockingbird," I read. 

    "Well better than the last book," I said looking on the bright side. I sat down in the couch and opened to the first page.

     Two hours past and I closed the 281 paged book.

     "Are you actually reading that rubbish," Draco yawned and walked out of the room.

     "It is NOT rubbish," I argued.

     "Yes it is," He said matter-of-factly.

     "No it isn't it teaches you that people are people and that you should through their perspective before you judge them," I smirked.

     "Well,well ms. Potter has really learned something," he laughed.

     "Not anything I don't already believe in," I said and tossed the book to him.

     "But you on the other hand might learn  something," I said before a smirk found its way to my lips.

     "Yes Ms. Potter," he groaned. 

     I playfully glared at him before laughing a little. I walked past him with a sly smile.

     "Maybe one-day it'll be Mrs. Malfoy," I said before walking back into my bedroom. Just as I sat down Draco walked in. 

     "Not maybe one-day, definitely one-day," he corrected.

     I smiled and blushed, hiding it in his neck.

     "Too cheesy," he asked.

     "I liked it," I said shyly. 

     "Well as much as I like you and hate other people, I'm starving and need breakfast," Draco said with a small chuckle. I nodded and walked out of the room of requirements. slowly the door disappeared as we got further and further away.

    We entered the great hall. Draco looked down at the stone floor trying to hide his face and took a step closer. I pulled him to an empty part of the Slytherin table.

     I looked at the Gryffindor table and noticed Ginny's absence. She may not have her brothers appetite but she isn't one to miss a meal.  I continued to watch before hearing Harry start to laugh loudly about something. I rolled my eyes annoyed. His laughing seemed to only get louder.

     "for fuck sake," I mumble angrily before pushing my plate away from me and getting out of my seat.

      "Aw can the evil heir not stand the sound of joy," a Gryffindor says right as I was about to walk out.

     "Aw can the idiot Gryffindor not hear his own stupidity," I quip. The boy glared before turning back to his plate.

     "What? can't come up with another comeback," I smirk stepping closer. I can hear him growl under his breath then mumble something.

     "Can you just leave him alone," the girl next to him says and rolls her eyes.

     "Can't even stand up for yourself. Have to get one of your friends to do it for you," I laugh.

     He mumbles something under his breath.

     "What was that," I say.

     "I said 'at least I have friends'," he hisses. I glared at him. Rage starts to boil up inside of me. I take a deep breath in trying to calm myself. Of course the jack ass has to smirk. That damn smirk was the straw that broke the camels back...

And made me break his back...

literally.

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