The Girl Who Lived

Detention

In our classes, Draco and I don't talk. We ignore each other. We talk to our own friends. We pretend that there's nothing going on between us. But, when we're together, we talk. Or fuck. Or both. The first time we did it, I didn't think I'd enjoy it that much. But, I did. I haven't forgiven him. He hasn't forgiven me. It just...feels good, you know? For both of us, so we continue this every free moment we get. It's one of those days where we meet up again. We've basically claimed this closet. I get in here first. Draco should be here at any moment. I was right. He comes in just after I said that. We don't exchange any words. I remove his clothes, and he removes mine. "Yes, Draco. I want to fuck you."

"Yes, Kira. I want to fuck you." We've made consent an important thing. We don't ask each other before every single step anymore, but we've made it clear that if one of us doesn't feel comfortable doing something, that we can speak up and say that and the other person can't get mad or upset. Most days, those two sentences are the only things we say to each other. I no longer feel awkward around him, naked. Same the other way around. We've been cutting our sessions down recently. We usually only go for about 30 minutes. Today, we go for about 45 minutes. We jerk a few more times and then exits. I put on my clothes and he puts his clothes. "You're wearing earrings," He states. He reaches his hand out and touches them. "I like them." 

"Thanks." I don't usually wear earrings. This is the first time this entire year. "Shit. We're both late for potions!" We look at each other and run out. Before we enter the classroom, we check each other. "Am I good?" I ask.

"Yes. Me?" He spins around.

"Yes. Come on!" We both run into the classroom at the same time. Snape smirks at us. 

"Where were you two? I don't suppose you were...together, were you?" I blush. He does too, I think. "No. I overslept. I don't know what D- Malfoy was doing. Probably torturing some poor first years. It's his new hobby, you know." We walk to our seat.

"Your new hobby is stopping me from torturing 'poor first years.' That's pathetic." I laugh.

"No, Malfoy. You are pathetic. Your life is so miserable that you have to make first year's lives terrible as well."

"That's precisely the point. See, you've got it now. Good job. Perhaps you're not as stupid as I thought you were."

"Stupid? I'm getting better grades than you are. If I'm stupid, how stupid are you?"

"How do you know his grades?" Theo asks, smirking.

"I don't. I'm just assuming. Malfoy's not the brightest, you know." He and his friends start making fun of Malfoy. I pity him a little. "I don't know why you guys are laughing. He still gets better grades than you do." That shuts them up. I look at my friends. They look at Draco and me. I hope they don't catch on. "Detention. Both of you," Snape says. It seems every time Draco and I fight, Snape stops his class to listen to us. "Together?!" We ask at the same time. 

"Yes."

"You can't do that!" Draco says.

"Why not?"

"Because she's a...a..." He stutters. Why's he having trouble saying that?

"A what?" He looks away.

"A mudblood," I say, "Remember we totally have some sort of virus?" 

"My question lies with...why wasn't Mr. Malfoy able to finish his sentence?" Snape smirks.

"He's quite stupid. I wouldn't expect him to be able to finish sentences." Good. I saved that one. I lie low for the rest of class. My head is hot. Why is Snape picking on me and Draco? Class ends soon and I walk out with my friends. It's a bit awkward between us. "Tell us what's going on with you and Malfoy," Harry demands, stopping.