Henrietta Potter || Draco Malfoy

26 - Caught

I finally managed to squeeze some DA meetings into my already seriously busy life.

Tonight, I had got most of them to conjure Patronus's, although there was still the odd dimwit who couldn't do it. And some of the girls just thought they were there to be pretty. Jesus Christ.

Merlin, the people I have to deal with in this thankless task of saving everyone's butts.

Then, out of nowhere, Dobby appeared; wide eyed with terror and visibly shaking. I eventually managed to get it out of him that Umbridge and her army of twats had discovered the meeting place and was on her way.

"WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR?" I bellowed to the gormless lot gaping at me. "RUN!"

Everyone scrambled for the door at the same time. When I eventually got out, I hurried up the corridor, my heart pounding in my desperate attempt to get away.

"AAARGH!"

Someone had grabbed me from behind a tattered old tapestry and violently pulled me into a hidden chasm.

It was Draco Malfoy.

He pressed his body hard against mine, slamming me right up against the wall, his hand gagging my mouth to stop me screaming. His other hand pinned both my wrists together painfully above my head, preventing me from attacking.

"Not so fast, Potter," he smirked as I struggled to free myself, "you've been a naughty girl, haven't you?"

His glinting silver grey eyes, only inches from mine, widened in utter gleefulness. He didn't remove his cold hand from my mouth and I continued to strain against his hold. I hated to admit it, but Draco was pretty damn strong.

"Stop struggling, Potter, and I'll remove my hand. Besides, if you scream, she'll find you anyway."

The git had a point. Reluctantly, I surrendered to his hold.

He slowly lowered his hand, leaving my body heaving as I gasped for air.

"There, that wasn't so difficult was it?" He smirked, tucking a loose strand of my hair behind my ear.

My chest rose and fell angrily against his as I fiercely looked him in the eye.

"What the fuck do you want from me, Malfoy?" I gritted, my jaw clenched. He still had my wrists painfully pinned above my head.

"I think you know what I want," he whispered, gently grazing a fingertip against my cheek. "I want you, Potter."

He brushed his lips against mine, making me shiver. A wave of longing ripped through my stomach and I couldn't help but let out an illicit gasp as he gently bit my lower lip. He paused, his eyes meeting mine and I saw the unmistakable glint in them. He moved his lips to my ear and I trembled, feeling his hot breath tickling against my skin.

"Sorry about this, Potter." He whispered, not sounding sorry at all.

Before I could work out what was happening, he had released my wrists, grabbed me roughly by the arms and pushed me back out into the corridor.

"Hey, Professor - PROFESSOR! I've got one!"

To my horror, Umbridge came bustling round the far corner, breathless but wearing a delighted smile.

"It's her!" she said jubilantly at the sight of me gripped in Draco's hold. "Excellent, Draco, excellent, oh, very good - fifty points to Slytherin! I'll take her from here... come on, Potter!"

Draco thrust me forwards as she seized my arm in a vice-like grip, beaming broadly.

"You hop along and see if you can round up any more of them, Draco," she said. "Tell the others to look in the library - anybody out of breath - check the bathrooms, Miss Parkinson can do the girls' ones - off you go - and you," she added in her softest, most dangerous voice, "you can come with me to the Headmaster's office, Potter."

I glared furiously at Draco who simply smirked at me before sauntering away.

That fucking jumped up little prick.

It turned out that we were betrayed by one of our own DA members, Marietta Edgecombe. That fucking bitch.

Served the snitch right when her face got covered in ugly boils. Not that you could tell much of a difference. She started blubbering pathetically about being afraid of her mother losing her job of some shit.

WELL AT LEAST SHE HAD A FUCKING MOTHER!

Because of her, Dumbledore went on the run from the Ministry after taking the fall for me - good man - and now we were faced with flipping Umbridge as a headteacher. Fan-bloody-tastic.

And then there was Draco Malfoy.

I was absolutely fuming. I couldn't believe I had let him get to me like that - AGAIN. It was all I could do not to wipe the smug smirk off his face at breakfast the next morning.

"I hate him," I seethed, furiously stabbing a sausage with my fork. "I completely and utterly hate him."

"We know," Ron said biting into his toast. "But don't worry, he will get what's coming to him one day - him and his rotten family."

"Speaking of which," Hermione said, rifling through the Daily Prophet, "did you hear that Bellatrix Lestrange has escaped from Azkaban?"

There was a loud clattering sound as I dropped my fork on the table. "What?" I spluttered.

"There was a mass breakout," Hermione continued, "they think Sirius is 'rallying' them up."

"Christ alive. Fudge really is a buffoon." I muttered, rolling my eyes.

I glanced over at the Slytherin table where Draco seemed to be regaling a story that had the lot of them in stitches; no doubt telling them about how he had cock blocked himself the previous night. That prat.

I wondered if I should be worried about his aunt. She sounded a bit unhinged. I studied him, trying to see if he shared any physical similarities with her.

"Will you quit staring at him, Etta!" Ron blurted out, making me startle. "Anyone would think you've got a crush!"

I laughed a bit too loudly.

As if.

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