| Like It's A Bad Thing | Draco Malfoy

Chaper Seven: Bipolarness and Sworn Secrets

'Some days, I love you… Other days, I want to sell you to a mob.’

- One of my pissed-off friend’s quotes.

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Draco’s pinkies were soon healed and Madam Pomfrey shooed us away with a pass to get to class. Right now we had Charms with Flitwick, but Draco figured we could miss another ten minutes if we took the long way around. And when he meant long way, he meant the detour that circled ALL around campus and ended up two meters from where we began.

He smacked my arm and jabbed a thumb over his shoulder. “Let’s go.” He smirked.

I stared at him incredulously, an eyebrow raised. “Why?” I asked. “Class is this way.” I said, pointing down the hall, where the classroom was.

“My point exactly,” he said in a matter-of-fact tone, “which is why I prefer this way. It’s much more fun.”

“But we need to go this way,” I argued, sort of edging down said hall while I stared at him. As much as I wanted to spend time with the lovely turd of my life, I still valued my grades and classes over affection. Sad to say, but yeah – I’m trying to restrain myself before I go fan-girl crazy around him. Just being in the same House as him made me fluttery and tingly (not in a weird way); but, imagine what alone time with him could do to my health. It wouldn't be able to take it.

“We’ll get in trouble.” I said worriedly.

“Break the rules sometimes,” he said, rolling his eyes. “Come on, Connolly. Don’t be a boring bat.”

“You’re such a jerk,” I said snapping at him, cheeks turning red. “And I am NOT a boring bat!”

“Then prove it,” he challenged me. “I dare you.”

“I will!”

As soon as I said those words, I immediately regretted them. My legs felt like instant Jell-O as I realized what I was admitting to. On the surface, it looked like I was tough, a daring Slytherin who wasn’t scared of anything; but dig beneath that, and I was letting him control me. And I hated that. It was one of the things that set me apart from the other girls that kissed up to him – I had independent thought.

And I really preferred it that way.

…There was an awkward pause as he waited for me to do anymore…

When I didn’t, his smirk grew bigger. He knew I chickened out. “What’s the matter, Connolly?” He said in a mocking tone. “You scared of me?”

“…No,” I muttered a bit pathetically. “But we really do need to get to class.”

A snort; “Yeah,” he said, shaking his head, like he was laughing, “Like I’m so worried about Flitwick’s class. It’s easy; I have an E in it. You?”

“An O, but –”

“See? If you’re such an over-achiever, then you’ll get caught up with Courte after and he’ll tell you the notes.”

“But –”

He cut me off again. “You won’t miss much. So let’s just go.”

And before I could protest any further, Draco grabbed my wrist, spun around and began dragging me down the opposite hall. If it weren’t for the fact that I was facing the possibility of getting a lower grade and that his girlfriend would probably be wondering what took us so long to get back, I would’ve been happy. Really happy.

But instead, worry bounded off my spirit. Oh shit, I thought. What am I going to tell Lukas? What if he finds out? Or worse, what if he tells my family? The boy practically says everything he hears. If Margaret found out – oh God, Margaret! She’ll never let me live this down. She’ll probably find a way to sneak into Hogwarts and break Connolly-hell all over Draco’s cute butt.