(1) 𝐍𝐄𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐇𝐄 | d. m

Chapter six

Draco

Five months ago

It took forever to get the picture of Lane pushing me against the wall, out of my head. The way she had just flipped like that, revealing herself to be more than just this shy, quiet, bookworm I had done anything but learn to tolerate.

I knew I had really gotten to her this time. My many attempts at making her feel less than me, had in a way, proved successful.

I barely came in contact with Lane the following days, and when I did, she either hissed at me or refused to look my way. In a way, I was glad that I had gotten my point across; that she knew where I stood with people of her sort. Halfbloods. However proud I felt about my control over her, something inside me kept making me feel like I was much more pleased with being pushed up against a wall than ignored. Maybe she was the one in control. Maybe I was the dummy, being held up by someone else's strings.

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Delaney

I wasn't happy with the outcome of my last conversation with Draco. If you could even call it that. After all, I had lashed out, something I wasn't really prone to. I tried my best to ignore his advances, it was clear that he wanted my attention, why I'm not sure. Maybe he wasn't finished with me, maybe he had grown tired of his attempts at bothering me. Whatever his reasons were, I didn't care.

Or at least that is what I told myself.

At lunchtime, a few days into ignoring Draco, I realized that I wouldn't be able to hold him off this way forever. It seemed as if he wouldn't stop any time soon either, and I admitted to myself that I wouldn't want to keep living like that. So, after a day full of trying to convince myself that it would be better if we put our differences aside and instead of pushing each other against hallway walls, we should come to some sort of peaceful agreement- I approached Draco.

It was just outside of the Slytherin common room. Students were staring at me, presumably wondering what on earth a Ravenclaw was doing outside of their dormitories. Frankly, I was wondering the same thing. Standing outside the door, I heard people talking on the other side, laughing amongst themselves. I didn't know to whom the voices belonged, but I was sure none of them belonged to Draco. I waited for a couple of minutes, before deciding to turn around and head back to the Ravenclaw common room, a place where I would surely feel more secure and relaxed. I had started to regret my decision to talk to Draco. Just as I was about to turn my heels and walk back, a familiar voice crept up behind me.

"So, you've finally come to your senses and switched houses?".

Draco.

"You do know what switching houses isn't allowed, though?", I asked, turning around and putting on my best sarcastic smile.

Draco was dressed in his usual Slytherin robes, holding his broomstick. His white hair was slicked back.

"I just came back from kicking Ravenclaw's ugly asses in a game of Quidditch. Maybe you should think about discussing better strategies with your house mates. Maybe then, just maybe, will you actually deserve to be playing in the first place". He scoffed, seemingly proud of his comment. It wasn't anything knew.

"Maybe you haven't noticed — but I'm not actually on the team.". I started walking back the way I came, slowly, praying to myself that he would stop talking and let me be on my way.