Distraction

This contains strong language, but nothing major. 

"Look at him" I say, following them with my eyes. "Who that bloody idiot thinks he is?" I snap, anger showing in both my voice and face. "The Golden boy, the Blood Traitor Weasel and the Bookworm! How lovely to see the Golden Trio came back to Hogwarts!" I raise my voice, making sure that they can hear me, just like everyone else. I get down from the wall I was sitting on when neither of them make any move to respond, just keep walking, heads down and shoulders hunched, as if trying to hide. I make a face and then smirk, determined to make our senior year as schoolmates as difficult as possible for them. "Hey, Potty, come over. Let's have some fun, shall we?" I walk until I'm right behind them and put a hand on the Boy-Who-Lived's shoulder when he tries to keep walking, ignoring me. "Or are you too scared?" I can barely finish my sentence; harsh lips collide with mine just as the last syllable is said, like they let me finish my sentence on purpose.

The kiss is not soft or gentle. It is full of anger and the strength in it ensures that I will be hurt later. Before I can either kiss back or push the person away, the hand leaves my cheek and the lips leave mine, making me stumble forward, caught off guard. Opening my eyes, which closed without my consent, I see that everyone in the courtyard is looking at me, mouths open and looking at me with either disgust or support. It confuses me for a moment, but as soon as I find Potter's face extremely close to mine, I understand the reactions.

I jump back in surprise, being able to see the wrinkles in the sides of his eyes when he laughs at me so close that we are. I take several steps backwards, almost running, but he just doubles over, laughing hard. "What the fuck was that, Potter? Are you out of your bloody mind?" I keep my voice down, but my face surely is red with both rage and embarrassment.

"Well, Malfoy, you talk so much about me that I thought you had a crush." He cleans his face under the eyes, drying the tears of laughter. "Owl me if you ever feel like doing it again." He shows a smirk that matches my own and winks at me, turning on his heels and walking over to where Granger and Weasel are.

Straightening my back, I lift my nose and turn around, walking to the dungeons. Once there, I say the password to the painting, rolling my eyes when a group of first-years run past screaming. I enter the common room as soon as the passage opens, going to my dorm without a word to the Slytherins sitting on the couch.

I throw myself face down on the bed, letting out a muffled cry on the pillow. Blaise, my oldest friend, runs into the room we share and jumps on top of me, knocking us both off the bed. "Ouch, you idiot." I say, getting up from the floor and handing a hand to him. "Do you wanna hurt me?"

He accepts my help and gets up, adjusting the muggle clothes that, much to my surprise, he's wearing. "Oh, forgive me, your majesty." He mocks, bowing. I roll my eyes and let go of his hand, falling to my bed again, staring at the ceiling, this time. I lightly kick Blaise when he sits next to me, leaning against the foot posts, but he just continues trying to find a comfortable position. "So, how did you and Potter end up making live porn outside? That's all people are taking about, as expected. Two childhood enemies almost fuc..." I kick him hard this time, making him shut up before he can finish the absurdity he was saying. "Okay, what the fuck, Drake?" My best friend exclaims at me, holding his shoulder, where my foot hit him.

I sigh, but don't look at him when I start talking. "Okay, one: cut the drama. You're almost sounding like a Ravenclaw. And two: Potter and I weren't making any thing. Nothing happened. People are crazy. My father will hear..." I can't help but let my voice die as the words I'm saying reach my ears.