Born to sin

Chapter Five

Harry's p.o.v

I walk into the library and spot Draco sitting by himself over by the window surrounded by a ton of books. I smile at him as I plop down beside him and dump my books on the table.
He blushes bright red as he looks up from his homework. I can't help but stare at him as he works. I never noticed how muscular he is. Or hot.
I shake my head to clear those thoughts away. I'm not gay. I like Cho. Don't I?
I pull out my history paper and measure it, finding that it is four inches short. I quickly snatch up a book about goblins and scribble words onto my parchment.
I look up when I hear someone snort. It's Blaise. With a casual flick, he sends my inkpot tumbling over onto my history assignment before I can stop him. Swearing I try to salvage it before glaring up at Blaise, my hands stained black.

"Oops."

Is all he says before pushing a stack of books to the ground.
A group of first years look up and watch curiously.
I glance at Malfoy but he's ignoring the situation, though his ears are bright red.
I quickly gather up my books and my ruined homework before shoving passed Blaise on my way out.

*three days later*

I've been ignoring Malfoy for a few days but he keeps trying to catch my eye in potions or walk with me to lunch.
I sit with Ron and Hermione at dinner but Blaise is being a pain in the ass. He keeps shouting out at me and saying rude things.
Ron's super pissed off at him and him and Hermione are having a heated discussion about what we should do about Blaise.

"we should tell Proffeser Mcgonagall."

Hermione insists.

"she'll deal with his nonsense straight away."

Ron snorts.

"or we could do something worthwhile and go beat him up. You heard how he screamed last time."

I just shake my head.

"he'll get fed up soon enough. Leave him to it."

Ron's about to say something but Dumbledore stands up to speak.

"good evening students!
I would just like to take the time to remind you that no magic is to be used in the corridors and the the forbidden forest is off limits. Thank you. Now, eat up!"

Food appears in the dishes in front of me and I waste no time digging in.
When all the food has disappeared, either into thin air or into our stomachs, we make our way up to our common room when I realise I left my bag in the hall.

"you guys go on ahead. I won't be too long."

I head back down and grab my bag. As I start back up the stairs, they change course, taking me a longer route back to the Griffindor tower. I head off quickly, not wanting to get caught wandering around at night. Somehow my thoughts wander to Malfoy. I'm not sure how I think of him.
Yeah, he's hot but I'm not gay.
Even if I was there's no way he is.
I'm so caught up in my thoughts I accidentally smash straight into the one and only Draco freaking Malfoy. We both tumble over and I somehow manage to fall on top of him. I quickly raise myself off of him but he does nothing but stare at me in surprise.

"oh, um Malfoy. So sorry. Didn't see you..."

My hands slip and I end up back on his chest. I feel my face flush crimson as I rush to stand up. He pushes himself to his feet.
He blushes and looks at the ground.

"it's fine."

I fidget with the strap on my bag.

"um I'd better get going. Sorry again for, ah.. um, falling on you. Bye."

I quickly stride past him, my face burning.
I'm almost at my common room when I hear a familiar voice.

"oh hello Potter! What are you doing here?"

I stare hard at the ground as Blaise and some other slytherins approach me.

"hullo Blaise. I might ask you the same question."

"tut tut tut. Didn't mummy teach you to look people in the eye when you talk to them? Oh wait, she didn't. Because she's dead isn't she? Her own fault. Stupid bitch."

I shove past him to get to the Griffindor tower.
He shoves back and slams me against the wall. He hooks his fingers under my chin and forces me to look at him.
Some of the slytherins laugh.

"such bad manners Potter. Your father should put you in your place... No, he can't. He's dead too. He shouldn't have gotten tyed up with that bitch. Got himself blown up, eh? What a fucking coward. He seems to have rubbed off on you."

Blaise spits in my face as I struggle against him.

"let me go."

I say, my voice quivering with rage.
Blaise pretends to think for a second.

"no, I don't think I will..."

I try to kick him but he's too strong.
He laughs, high and cold.

"I think I'll give you something to remember me by, Potter. I'm letting you off easy by the way. Be thankful."

With that he punches me in the stomach. Its like being hit with a sack of bricks. I double over in pain as Blaise hits me in the face. My head hits the wall, making me see stars. I pull out my wand and go to hex him but he punches me again. Right in the temple.
As I fall to the ground, Blaise kicks me.

"oh, and Potter? Stay away from Luna. She's mine."

The blow must have knocked me out because when I woke up I was still on the floor and Ron had an empty cup of water in his hand.

"what happened??"

He asked, glaring down at me furiously.
I just shake me head and let Ron pull me to my feet.
Ron explained that when I didn't come back they got worried and went to search for me.

"Hermione is talking to Professer Mcgonagall. She said it couldn't wait till morning."

Ron helps me into our common room and finds a cloth for me to wipe the blood off my face with.

"it was Blaise, wasn't it?"

I nod as Hermione rushes in.

"Harry! What happened to you??"