Paper Planes (Draco Fan Fiction)

5

I stroll over to the Slytherin table, feeling the snake eyes watching me, judging me, just from even going near the Gryffindor golden trio.  
Literally nobody in my house likes me, I try and act cool about it like I don't care, but I do kind of hope one day I can make a fellow Slytherin friend, someone who isn't a complete arse.

I take a seat far away from the other Slytherins, causing them to look away in boredom. They all turn away, besides from one particular Slytherin.

I glance over the table to see Draco Malfoy staring at me. Watching me.

I quickly look away, avoiding awkwardness; however I still feel his stare stabbing into me. I start picking at my food with my fork, attempting to take my mind off Draco. I had sausages, carrots, broccoli and mash potatoes on my plate. On the side of my plate I had a single serving of bread and butter, and a small pot of gravy to add to my meal. The other side of me was a timid glass of water. I only drink water at dinners, as I know that the Weasley twins like to play pranks and experiment with the sodas and soft drinks, which is quite funny, but i'd like to save myself from the embarrassment.

Then, I start thinking about that one time they managed to sabotage Malfoy's drink.
Best night of my life.
His entire face turned purple, he looked like a scared defenceless plum. He got so outraged, which only made his face turn even more purple, causing the students around to heckle him even more. Poor little Draco Malfoy then spent the whole night in the Hospital Wing. He dragged that on for weeks, if you don't know Draco, you will soon learn he is the most overdramatic boy you will ever meet, ironic as he puts on a tough front.

I snap out of my daydream of Malfoy turning into a berry to see he is still staring right at me, but he's now smirking. I realise that i've been smiling to myself thinking of him, laughing at him, why am I even thinking of him?

I glance back over to him with a confused look, sitting by myself, and as I do so, he sends me a wink. My stomach drops.
What is he playing at?
This must be some sort of joke, he's not being serious surely.

I don't think i've ever made such a scene before, I rapidly get out of my seat, slamming my cutlery on my plate still full of food that's been played with to the point where it looks like mush. Confused Slytherins watch me as I exit the Hall. I see Harry watch me cautiously, yet he doesn't leave his seat to assist me.

As I pace through the corridors, not really sure where i'm going, I hear determined footsteps approaching me.

Malfoy.

I try to walk faster, I try, but he catches me up. He grabs my wrist so tightly I felt his fingertips stab my veins. I turn around and give him a stunned look. All he does is laugh in my face.

"What the fuck is wrong with you? Why are you following me?" I hiss at the blonde boy with wide eyes.

"You're funny, you know." he states, so calmly, so fucking calmly. I carry on just staring at him, looking him up and down, trying not to seem nervous, but trust me, I am. I attempt to pull away my arm from his grip but as I do so he simply smirks at me and pulls me closer to him, before suddenly pinning me to the wall.

He bit his lip at me "You're fun, don't you see? I like messing with you." he's practically boasting. He grabs my waist tightly, trying to examine my figure, whilst matching my eyes, studying me, how I react to him. He clenches his jaw at me.

I feel his warm breathe on my neck, nearly indulging me. I smell the sweet scent of his cologne evaporating onto me.

"Shame you're a dirty Mudblood." he blurts, then pushing me harder into the wall to bounce himself off me. He storms off proudly, like the nasty boy he actually is.

I stay in my position, fragile against the wall, not believing what just happened.
I didn't come to Hogwarts to be treated like a rag doll. This boy wants to play games, then he's gonna have to be prepared to lose.