Lia Kim is in her fourth year when she finally returns to Hogwarts. She is received with open arms by everyone, expect her own house who fears her status and despises her alliances. Especially one particular Slytherin can't seem to stop bothering he...
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Boys were incredible idiots. Especially arrogant, posh, blond haired Slytherin boys.
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I was currently resting against a wall, Draco Malfoy hovering above me,his arms on either side on my face.
He glared at me and I-
I laughed. Hard. I laughed so hard I almost fell over but my head only landed against Draco's chest.
"What the fuck?" Draco said, making me laugh harder.
"Shit, I'm sorry," I said, trying to calm myself down.
"Just this whole thing," I explained, pointing at him.
"You dragging me off to an empty hallway, throwing me against the wall, trying to look all scary," I couldn't help but laugh again.
"You're so annoying," Draco said after a while. He still kept his position though and eventually I made myself comfortable against the wall and looked up to him.
"What's up?" I chirped.
Draco clenched his jaw.
"If a guy throws you against a wall you don't giggle, Kim. You get scared," He exclaimed.
I patted his cheek,
"Then you should work on being more scary," I said before taking off.
"Hey, stop! I wanted to talk to you!" he called as he ran after me. I, gracious as I am, turned around to face him.
"You ended it with Diggory, right? You look like shit and he won't even turn his head in your direction," He asked. My face fell and I looked to the ground.
"He ended it with me," I mumbled.
Draco was silent for a second before speaking up again,
"So now it's Potter's turn?" He asked and I glared up at him before stomping onto his foot, making him yelp.
"Do you think I'm broom or something? I don't give boys turns you absolute dipshit," I exclaimed as I hit him repeatedly with the books I had been holding.
