| Like It's A Bad Thing | Draco Malfoy

Chapter Nine: Just "Frienemies"

| Like It's A Bad Thing | Draco Malfoy

Chapter Nine: Just "Frienemies"

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Smile - it's the second best thing you can do with your lips... 

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Much later that afternoon, Lukas and I head down to the Great Hall for lunch and we take our usual seats. The Beauxbaton and Durmstrang students aren't here yet, so the place looks and feels roomier than it has since last year. Not that I mind much. It gives me more legroom and space. 

Further down the Hall, I see Draco and his groupies settle down at a table, all jolly and joyous. Crabbe, Goyle and Blaise take up one side of the table and, because she feels the need to exert her claim over the Draco Malfoy, Pansy sits alone with her boyfriend on the other side. 

My fingers itch to throw something at her big, bulbous head. (Not that I would have ever had the courage to, mind you; but, it wouldn't hurt to imagine, would it?) 

I really dislike her. 

And yes. I mean to say dislike, not hate. As far as I have known the smarmy creep, she has picked on me, called me names and charmed my underwear to float around the Common Room during dorm inspections. Above all, she took the guy I like away from me. 

But she hasn't done anything too bad. 

Yet. 

Still, I can't deny the fact that she is lucky to have him. 

As if sensing my agitation, Draco turns to me. It is a brief glance, so much that, if I had blinked, I would have missed it. But I didn't. 

The notorious and legendary smirk tugs upwards, curving his vivacious lips, and leaves a mocking jeer in his eyes. I hate it; though, not as much as I hate my-self for liking the devious look anyway. It drives me nuts. 

Gosh, I'm born with a hormone defect, I think to myself. Someone, please, just kill me now. 

I realize Draco is mouthing some words to me; but I can't tell what he is saying. I am horrible with lips. But I bet Draco would be great with - 

Shut up, Sandra. 

Lukas waves a hand in front of my face. "Hey, Sandra," he says. "Are you still there or did your brain cells die out from all the love that's bubbling inside that heart of yours?" 

Pulling out of my reverie, I turn a blank look at him. "What?" 

He feigns dramatic shock. "Oh my lord, your brain cells did die out. Your love is worse than I thought. You have been converted into a mindless, Pansi-fied Malfoy worshiper! Someone, call St. Mungo's 'cause we have an emergency here!" 

Yeah, I know. 

Great best friend I have. 

Still, I can't supress the obvious grin torturing the ends of my mouth and practically begging to play out. It's hard to stay angry at the boy. He is a great best friend with great morals. If it weren't for his (slightly) psychotic prankster side and his hype for playing with people's fates, he could've been sorted into Gryffindor. 

I'm glad he wasn't. 

"So," Lukas says, after he fills his share on his plate. "Anything else going on between you two?" 

"Not really." I reply. 

"Oh, is that so?" he asks. 

"Yeah." 

"I personally think you two would make a cute couple," He says candidly. He is smiling, perfectly content and accepting of my affection for Draco. That fact bothers me more than it should have.