Sly

𓆙𝑡𝑤𝑜𓆙

   I walk into the Slytherin common room with Draco.

"That seat over there."

Draco points at a couch and I look around, not bothered to pay attention to his unfriendly words. I take a step away from him when he wraps his hand around the back of my head, making me look at the couch.

"That couch is my property, don't put your filthy arse on there."

I look up at him with a cold stare.

"This isn't primary school, I will sit where I want."

I spat, making his eyebrows furrow even more.

I slip out of his grip and walk away to my dorm room.

𓆙𓆙𓆙𓆙𓆙𓆙𓆙𓆙𓆙𓆙𓆙𓆙𓆙

Since I came to Hogwarts all of the sudden, I remain without a roommate.

At first I was slightly disappointed since this means that I will not get to make atleast one friend, but after a while of thinking I figured out that it was for the best.

It was now 12 AM, way past curfew but I don't care. I tip toe out of my room and slowly head outside when I bump into a chest.

Please don't be a professor.

I begged in my head as I slowly looked up.

It was Draco, which might even be worse than a professor. I take a step back and coldly say, "sorry about that," and continue to walk away.

When I arrived at my favorite spot, I opened up my photo album and a lighter.

I began to take out the old pictures of myself in my old school and lit them each on fire in the pale moonlight.

A tear unwillingly escapes from my eye as I clutch the last picture of my "friends" and I. I light the corner of the picture on fire but the strong wind takes it out of my hand.

Whatever

I thought to myself as I open a pack of cigs that my grandma used. My grandma was notorious for not liking the smell of tobacco, she hated the smell so much that she put a spell on the cigarettes to make it smell better. She passed her weird tradition down by teaching me the spell at age 11, which was not the best thing to do as a grandparent. I put the cig in my mouth and light it on fire.

I look out at the reflective blue water in awe as I wipe my tear stained face. I lay down against the cold stone, making my long wavy brown hair sprawl over the place. I twirl the white blonde streak of my hair as I exhale the smoke.

𓆙𓆙𓆙𓆙𓆙𓆙𓆙𓆙𓆙𓆙𓆙𓆙𓆙

I wake up with a feeling of fatigue.

Some people wake themselves up with a cup of coffee or with a light smoke, I like to wake up with a small chapter.

I go down the stairs that leads me to the Slytherin common room and instantly a sinister idea pops up in my head. I smile angelicaly at Draco, who is standing and talking to his clique. Draco catches onto my plan and follows my move with his eyes. I sit in "his" couch with my book, with a smile. I devilishly grin at him from a foot away, causing him to look at me sternly from the corner of his eye.