𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐄 ✔︎ ━ 𝖬𝖠𝖫𝖥𝖮𝖸

⚓︎ 𝙈𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙈𝙚 ⚓︎

Finally Charms class had ended and I basically booked it to my next class; Defense Against the Dark Arts. I sped down the hallways all the way to the classroom, where unsurprisingly enough, I was the first one- aside from Snape- in there.

I took a seat at the very back, and got out my textbook. Within a few minutes, students began trailing in, and thankfully none of them chose to sit by me.

The absent bell chimed throughout the class, and instantly, Professor Snape began talking about what we'd be covering this year. Though I was trying to pay attention, a familiar blond headed boy entered the classroom— Draco.

"And why are you late, boy?" Snape asked, not even bothering to turn around. It's like he knew Draco was going to walk in at that very moment. All the students turned toward Draco, but he didn't seem to mind one bit- he probably liked the attention.

"Don't let it happen again. Take a seat." He said evenly, finally turning toward Draco. He nodded and began walking straight toward me. I gave him a 'don't you even think about it look', but he was already pulling out the chair next to me.

I slinked down into my chair, using a hand to cover my face so he couldn't peer at me. He sat in the chair and opened his textbook, blue eyes resting on Professor Snape.

Seeing as he had no interest in staring at me, I removed my hand and followed Snape's guidance by flipping to the appropriate pages of the book. But, Draco seemed to have the same idea. As we both turned the page, our fingers slid past one another's.

His hands were freezing, as usual. Though the touch only lasted a moment, the look that he gave me was threatening. He has arched an eyebrow and looked me dead in the eyes.

"Aren't you going to apologize?" Draco cocked his head, spitting out the words like an apology was expected of me or something, though it was both of our faults, he only seemed to care about my wrongdoing.

"Aren't you?" I replied with a sarcastic expression. Before he had the chance to say- or do- anything, I turned my attention back to Snape, who was talking about the history of the Dark Arts. Though it was very uninteresting, it was better than listening to Draco's whininess.

"I hate you." He whispered while turning one of the pages. Though I hated Draco too, his words shouldn't have hurt me as much as they did. It felt like a piano that has just been dropped from an outrages height. I don't care what he thinks of me, not for a second, but those words were painful.

I thought about not saying anything for a moment, but then I couldn't help myself. "I'm glad we're on the same terms then." I said with a sigh, tapping my fingers against the desk.

"Would you stop that?" He whisper-yelled, eyes looking at my fingers. Though I could see how annoyed he was, and how much he wanted to pry off my fingers, I turned back to Snape and continued tapping them- considering this would be my payback for him cracking my picture.

After a few minutes of my prideful tapping, his hand grabbed onto mine, clenching it like a final lifeline. It hurt like hell, but I didn't say anything. We stared at one another with the upmost hatred. His cold fingers melted my skin, and his rings dug into me.

I gritted my teeth, trying not to yell, but he was making it quite difficult. "Get your hands off me before I make you." I whispered with a daring tone. He made a cocky smirk, but didn't let go.

"Then make me." He said pridefully. Before I could do anything, he let go. My hand was red and had little engravements of where his rings had dug into my skin. It was terrible to look at, but I wouldn't nurse my pain in front of him.

"Watch yourself, Malfoy, before I do something you won't like." I said with a hiss. I turned back to Snape and tried to focus, but the shooting pains in my hand were so ungodly I almost cried out. But I kept telling myself I wouldn't allow Malfoy get the satisfaction of seeing that.