I'm here just eating my breakfast, trying to avoid the chatter over some muggle-born Ravenclaw's trying to explain to pure-blood's about evolution and rocket science and all that mumbo-jumbo, when Miley Cyrus' long lost twin suddenly plumps his fat arse next to mine and snatches a roll off of my plate. I smack his hand, while he smirks and takes a massive bite.
"Is it me, or do these taste ten times better than the ones on the Slytherin table?" he asks.
"Must be because we're awesome."
He fakes a gasp, pretending that he's about to start crying.
"But - but..." he pretends to blubber. I'm giggling like mad, when he chucks the rest of the roll at my head.
"Do you really want to start another food fight?" I asks.
"Well, you have to admit, that was fun," he chuckles to himself. I laugh too - his laugh is just too contagious.
"Why are you even here? Afraid you'll ruin your precious reputation?" I tease.
"Well, Crabbe and Goyle are thick enough as it is and all the other Slytherin's know who my father is."
I shake my head while supressing laughter. "You're just... you're unbelievable you are."
He fakes confusion, his eyebrows furrowing.
"Ugh nevermind!" I get up from the table, only to have him hold tightly to my arm. "Let go, we have to get to class."
He guides my arm back to the table, knowing he's forcing me to sit.
"You do know you can't always control me, Malfoy."
"Back to surname basis, are we Williams?" He leaned in closer to me, his eyes level with mine. "Wait until my father hears about this."
Instead of cowering under his gaze, which isn't as frightening as it seems, I laugh in his face. And eventually he laughs as well and takes another bite of his - or my stolen - roll. While he's distracted, I make a break for it. I dash out of the great hall and through the halls. I can hear him calling my name behind me and I know the chase is on.
Many times I crash into bumbling first years and exhausted fifth years. But that doesn't stop me - screw them for getting in the way. Until I hit the large figure of someone who could kill you with one look.
"My, my, what do we have... here?" Snape drawls.
"U-um, just trying to... um... getting to class?" Damn it Rose, why do you have to be a nuisance at trying to explain yourself?
Draco comes panting from a corner, leaning on the wall for support. I roll my eyes - he could have saved himself!
"Mr Malfoy, how nice of you to join us."
We share a look that screams 'oh crap'.
"Detention, you two. I'll be expecting you in my classroom at 7." With a flip of his cloak, he saunters off.
After cursing Snape many times, we make our way to our classes. Let's just say, they are pretty uneventful.
By the time 7 rolls, I am pretty much beat. I decide to wear my locket - I still have no idea who the hell sent it to me but all I know is they have great taste.
Maybe if I open it, they might have left some kind of clue as to who they were. I attempt to pry it open yet my nails have been reduced to stubs and the locket has been sealed shut by superglue or some sort of hidden entity.
When I find out who sent it to me, I'll thank them with a hug and then I'll kill them.
Jesus, I'm becoming a lot more cynical lately.
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Don't Forget (Harry Potter Fanfiction/Draco Malfoy love story)
FanfictionRosie (Rose) Williams - who prefers to be called Rose Tyler by her friends - is a geek, obsessed with muggle things, such as Doctor Who and Harry Potter. So it was such a surprise when one day, she was just reading Harry Potter and the Chamber of Se...
