MATURE CONTENT - slow burn
'I never knew you were an actual freak, Rosalie.'
'just in bed, I guess.'
{Fifth year - sixth year}
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very slow burn! like the mature shit won't start happing for AWHILE. 😛
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"Where have you been?" Danial immediately questions as I walk into the commen room, my face still burning, although this time with anger.
It took almost everything within me not to bash his stupid pretty little head against that brick wall, yet I knew I was better than that so I pushed through and held my true slytherin in. Instead of almost committing murder, I turned around and stormed down the corridors to the commen room to calm myself down.
But his stupid flustered face just wouldn't leave my bustling, raging mind. He seemed to immediately change person as soon as the slightest bit of physical contact was used, his face shrivelled up in fear and his breathing became heavy. He was all talk, and the biggest coward that walked these bloody grounds and it made me hate him even fucking more.
I heaved myself down into the space on the sofa beside Danial, all three of my nosey friends looking at me with questioning eyes, strangely curious as to where I had been all this time.
I sighed, pulling off my robe. "I had detention."
They all nodded in remembrance, their memory not being one of their best qualities. They had also seemed to forget about my incident with Blaise which I was happy about.
The night went by slowly, my anger towards Draco ever so slowly dying down as I drowned myself into studying and catching up on all the homework I'd been set today. It was only Monday, but I preferred to get stuff out of the way rather than stressing over not having stuff done.
The rest of the week went by dangerously slow. Draco and I hadn't spoken once, and I was extremely happy because of it.
One thing that I was still questioning though was why he hadn't grassed on me about Ron. No one had mentioned it, and I would of knew by now if word had gotten round about it.
Ronald Weasley aside, I had been dragged to Draco's quidditch match against my will, first thing in the morning on a Saturday, and I wasn't very bloody happy about it.
"I know you seem to hate him even more at the moment, but it's actually quite exciting once they get into it." Danial enthuse as he wrapped an arm around my shoulder, playfully shoving me into his side. I squealed slightly, but didn't bother pulling away. It was cold today, it being autumn and all, and Danial's shoulder was surprisingly very warm.
The game soon started after everyone got into their seats. My eyes lazily scanned the field, watching Draco's annoying figure grace my vision. He held the most pretentious smirk on his lips as he said something to Harry who looked just as pissed of as I currently did.
Draco's hair was jelled back today. It reminded me of when I first met him and how he still hadn't managed to changed at all.
They all soon began flying through the sky on their little broomsticks, some players chasing after the quaffle trying to score it through their goal post, whilst other players were warding off the bludgers. Harry and Draco were head to head chasing after the snitch, Draco purposely trying to trip him and make him fall which just made me scoff in annoyance.
