Only Mine (A Draco Malfoy Fanfic)

6. The Classroom

This chapter is extra long because I didn't know how to properly break it into 2... It's a lot but I think it's worth it...

** Mature content **

I don't know what to do, don't know how to react. I'm just frozen and everything that happens next feels like a blur.

Cedric is standing face to face with Draco, rage emanating from him. Milo is now up by Cedric's side, backing him up. Stella is still next to me.

Ron and Hermione are in between the Slytherins and my Hufflepuff friends trying to mediate the situation, while Harry's just sat in a drunken awe, and Fred and George are yelling, "fight!" / "get him Cedric!".

"Go ahead, Diggory, punch me! I'm sure Snape would love to take away your position as prefect," Malfoy shouts at him.

"He has a point Cedric...think this through" Hermione says, trying to quell the situation.

"Yeah mate, trust me I'd like to beat up Malfoy too but he's not worth it," Ron says.

"Alright, then I will," Milo states, raising a first.

Cedric reaches for Milo's arm, "they're right Milo. Malfoy will get what's coming for him, another time...." Cedric sneers at Malfoy, turning away.

"I knew he'd be too chicken," Malfoy scoffs, Crabbe and Goyle clucking behind him like idiots.

Cedric and Milo somewhat reluctantly make their way back over to me and Stella, still sitting on the floor.

"I'm so sorry about that Delia," Stella says trying to comfort me.

"It's okay, it's not the worst thing I've been called," I say. To be honest it didn't really bother me too much.

"He's probably just jealous because he's stuck with pug-face Pansy Parkinson," Milo smirks, causing us all to let out a small laugh.

"Thanks guys, I've never had friends who would stick up for me like this before," I say.

"Anytime, Delia," Cedric says sweetly, brown eyes gazing into mine.

"Um, I think I'm just going to go to the bathroom though," I say.

"Okay, do you want me to come with you?" Stella asks.

"No, it's okay, I'll be fine."

I chug the last of my drink and leave the common room and head for the bathrooms. My head is spinning now, the alcohol really kicking in from the strong drinks I poured myself.

If Malfoy thinks he can break me by calling me a slut he's wrong.

I get to the bathroom and go about my business.

I look in the mirror and clear myself up - at least I still look good.

I walk out the doorway to the bathroom when hands suddenly firmly grab my shoulders from behind and turn me and push me into the wall.

I'm not surprised when the hair clears out of my face to see that it's Malfoy.... Of. fucking. course.

He's looming over me, with his hands glueing my shoulders to the wall. The hallway is empty except for us. The moonlight from the nearby window lighting up his face, accentuating his chiseled jawline and cheekbones. The light glistened off his silver eyes, revealing green flickering specks in them.

He's wearing a black suit that fits him well, in the dark atmosphere of the Gryffindor common room I hadn't been able to get a good look at him, but wow.

"What do you think you're playing at Clarke," Malfoy says to me coldly.

"What the fuck are you on about Malfoy, you're the one who called me a slut," I jeer back at him.