Heir Of Gryffindor

Chapter Eight

"Miss Potter, can you tell me the spell that can warn you of approaching enemies?"

I rolled my eyes and sighed, "Cave Inimicum."

Snape nodded approvingly and continued to teach the class. I had been in a bad mood since mine and Dumbledore's talk a few days ago, while I was in the infirmary. I wanted to know what exactly I could do, but he kept telling me "patience my dear, patience."  Harry, Ron, and Mione had been very secretive lately, which irked me even more. Neville, Dean, and Seamus were the only three people that tried to get me to do things. Fred and George were off pranking people all the time as always, and Ginny was always busy now.  Even Bian didn't seem to need me around anymore.

Pugface started throwing things at me, and snickered. "Oh, the brave Potter's not so brave, anymore is she?"

I clenched my fists, in an attempt to ignore her, and tried to focus on Snape, though that was hard to do.

"I guess hanging with blood traitors who don't even want her must be a blow to her ego. Not to mention having a mudblood best friend who has made no time for her."

Before I could stop myself, I was on top of Pugface, and punching her repeatedly. A few other students pulled me off of her, and helped her to her feet. Seamus held me back and I tried to fight him off of me, but Dean helped him hang on.

"Don't you ever disrespect anyone I know, or you'll regret it Parkinson."

I shrugged everyone off of me, and spit in her direction before grabbing my things and walking towards the door.

"Miss Potter that'll be 30 house points and detention with Malfoy tonight."

I groaned and walked out of the room not caring. The class ended a few minutes after my blowout, but I stomped right past everyone. Seamus, Dean, and Neville tried to talk to me, but I went straight to my bed and screamed into my pillow. Pugface was right... Mione barely ever talked to me anymore, along with all the Weasley's. Even Bia and Harry were being distant. Dumbledore was being, well, he was being Dumbledore. Elusive and mysterious and driving me absolutely bonkers.

Andromeda curled up next to me as I silently cried. I felt like I was going crazy. I couldn't understand why no one would speak to me, nor could I understand why I was suddenly on the outside looking in. Hogwarts had always felt like home, but this year I felt so unwanted, all I wanted to do was scream.

I didn't bother going down to the Great Hall for dinner and no one came for me anyway. When seven rolled around, I grabbed my wand, and sauntered down to Professor Snape's office. Malfoy and him were whisper arguing, but got quiet when I approached.

"Well, since I have some business to attend to, Miss Potter, you will be organizing my office and classroom. As you can see, I have been dabbling with a few potions, so I will need you to start washing all the cauldrons and organizing the ingredients. You may not use magic to speed up the process. If you happen to finish all that, then you may organize my textbooks. Draco will tell you when you may leave."

I nodded my head, and sauntered into the room. Malfoy followed behind me, and quietly sat on one of the tables. I lined all the cauldrons up, before turning to the sink and beginning to fill it up. While I let the cauldrons soak, I decided to take care of the ingredients. I felt Malfoy watching me the whole time, but I ignored him. I began to organize everything else alphabetically, and made a pile of things that could get thrown away. I turned around with the pile of junk, and of course, rammed right into Malfoy's chest.

"Oh, bloody hell Malfoy. You got this nasty stuff all over the both of us. Why were you so close to me anyway!?"

He was silent and I groaned before disposing of the stuff in my hands. When I turned around, Malfoy had his robe off and was unbuttoning the shirt that had all the junk on it. I couldn't help but stare at his toned stomach, but I quickly turned away when his eyes met mine. Without making eye contact, I knew that he was smirking. That stupid smirk was engrained into my mind.

"Like what you see Potter?" He winked at me, but I scoffed before going back to organizing everything. I heard him walking closer, but I tried to ignore him again.

"We should talk about wait happened in Hogsmeade," he whispered lowly, but I just ignored him.

The hours seemed to tick by slowly, but I continued to wash the cauldrons until each one sparkled. When I finally finished everything, I turned to leave, but was pinned up against the wall by Draco. I glared at him, and tried to duck under his arms, but he managed to keep me in place. His shirt was still unbuttoned, and there was a hint of arrogance in his eyes. He let go of my arms enough to where I could almost shimmy out of his grip.

"I swear Malfoy if you do not let me go, I will hex you into oblivion."

He chuckled, let me go, and then began following me to the door.

"Malfoy, leave me alone damn it!" I turned to leave the classroom, but felt a hand pull me back.

"I can't leave you alone Potter." He whispered against my lips before pressing his against mine.

I was shocked and didn't know what to do for a minute. I went to push him off of me, but when my hands met his bare chest, he began to deepen the kiss. Against my better judgement, I began kissing back. His hands rested on the small of my back, and I moved mine up his chest, and tangled them in his hair. I felt him smirk against my lips, and I couldn't help but smile too. He picked me up by the waist and I wrapped my legs around him. After a few minutes, we both pulled back, and he rested his forehead against mine.

"Well this is a plot twist."

Draco and I jumped at Bian's voice and I began to blush like mad. Draco began to stutter and Bia began to laugh.

"Draco if you so much as hurt Harley just a little bit, say goodbye to reproduction for you. Harley, don't trust this guy, his good looks can only get him so far."

I felt my face get redder as she walked out of the room after grabbing a roll of parchment from the back counter. I shied away from Draco, confused as to what the hell just happened. I kissed Draco Malfoy.

"Still want me to leave you alone Potter?"

He was behind me again, so close I could feel his breath on my neck. Against my better judgement, I grabbed his face and crashed my lips to his. This time, the kiss was gentle. It started off soft, but soon changed. His kisses left me breathless, and wanting more. With Fred, I felt tingles, but with Draco it was something I'd never felt before. My stomach felt like it was exploding, and each kiss set it off another explosion. He pulled away a little while later and held me against him.

"What is wrong with me?" I groaned, trying to push myself out of his arms, but wanting to stay out at the same time.

"Why am I kissing you and letting you hold me!? You're a bloody arsehole! I can't stand you, yet, here we are."

Draco sighed, before making eye contact with me. "Well Harley, when two people like one another, they tend to tease each other. Apparently, you're in love with me because you've gone from teasing to abusing."

I rolled my eyes at his sarcastic answer, and pushed him away. "Whatever you say Malfoy."

He sighed before grabbing a hold of my arm and pulling me back towards him. We stared at one another for what felt like forever, but I finally broke eye contact by looking down at my feet. Draco put his hand on my face and gently pushed my chin up so I was looking at him again.

"Harley Potter, you have hated me from the day we met. You and I have fought every year, without fail. I've hurt you and you've hurt me. I don't know what possessed me to kiss you, I really don't, but you kissed me back. You have always been on my mind and maybe it hasn't been for the reasons I've always thought. Maybe I don't hate you, and maybe, you don't hate me. Maybe, we just started off wrong."

I shook my head at what he said and looked away, "It doesn't matter Draco. You and I cannot be a thing. We are never going to happen, so goodnight."

This time, he let me leave without a fight. My emotions overwhelmed me. I couldn't decide whether I wanted to laugh, scream, or cry. What had happened, never should have happened.  I couldn't understand why it happened. My life was slowly resembling a bad sitcom. I kissed my enemy and now things were bound to change.