October 8, 1996
"Ah, finally the weekend. How great it feels, doesn't it?" Ron stretched his arms over the couch. Hermione rolled her eyes. "Oh yeah, but I have to prepare for quidditch tryouts. Ginny, Rye and I are coaching it" Harry sighed. Ron beamed up.
"Bloody hell. It's quidditch tryouts in 2 weeks" he yelled. "Ronald! It would be well appreciated if you lowered your voice" Hermione gritted. Ron sat back down. "Right, sorry".
"What time is it?" She asked, impatiently. "It's 7:26" Harry yawned. "Shit" she mumbled and grabbed all her things, stuffing it all in her bag. "What happened" Hermione asked, closing her book. "My detention, I forgot all about it" she rushed. "Want me to drop you off?" Harry's asked, getting up. "No. No I'm fine, thanks." She smiled.
"Be careful around Malfoy, Rye. He's dangerous" Ron warned. "Thanks Ron. I'll try" she waves and springs out the portrait hole. She pulls her bag over her shoulder and runs down the corridors towards Snape's classroom. The sky is dimmed, with a faint colour of dark blue. It's beautiful out.
She almost trips when she sees Malfoy enter the class seconds before her. Before entering the class, she glances at the clicking clock. '7:34' it read. "Fuck" she whispered and stepped in the class.
"Well, well, well....if it isn't my late students. You...both will be here...until..9:30. Your detention will be writing lines and cleaning up the mess in here" Snape grinned, slightly. Clearly amused of the situation. Snape waved his wand and the door swung open. "Have..fun" he mumbled and closed the door.
She sighed. How could she forget about deten-
"9:30 is a bit late, don't you think?" A voice brings her back. She forgotten that Malfoy was still in the room. "It's going to be a long night. With you" he sneers and takes a seat. She ignores him and takes a seat as far as possible. On the other side of the classroom.
A quill and parchment appeared and she bit her lip. 'May I finish this as fast as possible and clean half of the class and leave with no interruptions' she said in her mind. She picked up her quill and dipped it in the bottle of ink.
I will not speak to classmates during lessons
I will not speak to classmates during lessons
I will not speak to classmates during lessons
I will not speak to class-
"This is fucking boring" Malfoy whined, coldly. She gripped tightly onto her quill. "Can you just stop talking for the next 2 hours" she asked continuing to write. She heard him shift in his seat. Her guess- maybe facing her. "You know this shit is fucking boring. Snape couldn't have thought of anything more...entertaining" Malfoy scoffed.
"May I remind you that this is detention and not a playground?" She now dropped her quill back into the ink and turned towards him.
"Oh for fuck sakes, Brooks. Don't tell me, you're actually enjoying this. You used to always complain with me." Malfoy quirked an eyebrow.
"I enjoy my time writing and that's what I'm going to do. I suggest you do the same" she scowled and picked up her quill again.
She heard him shift again but didn't give any more attention than needed.
I will not speak to classmates during lessons
I will not speak to classmates during lessons
I will not speak to classmates during lessons
I will not speak to classmates during lessons
I will not speak to classmates during lessons
I will not-
She jerked back when a book dropped with a thud on her desk. It was her diary. She gaped at it then turned to him. "I fucking knew it" she grabbed the book and shoved it into her bag. Malfoy huffed. "I drugged you and also erased your memory. Yeah, I did. But I won't apologize for my curiosity" he leaned in with a glare.
She abruptly stood up directly in front of him. His scent hit her once again. "You're a coward, Malfoy. It explains why you hit women. I wouldn't be surprised if your father did the same" she softly said, in a dangerous manner. Malfoy towered over her. Hand gripping on his wand.
"Don't you fucking talk about my father like that" Malfoy gritted. "Your fathers a git. He got what he deserved. In Azkaban. I expect you to be there too. Anytime soon" she smiled mockingly.
Malfoy clenched his jaw and slammed her against the wall, throat choking her neck. Her hands shot up to his, trying her hardest to pry it off. "You do not know what you just got yourself into, Brooks" Malfoy smirked in the meanest way possible.
Her eyes watered. The air was slowly leaving her throat little by little. She tried kicking but she's gone too weak. She thought this was the end. Her eyes rolled back and her hands fell to her side. Her eyelids fell. This was it.
As she was about lose her self conscious, cold lips covered her own. The hand around her neck loosened and dropped down the her waist, gripping it harshly. She furrowed her eyebrows. She gasped for air, but struggled to do so. Instead of fresh air, she breathed in minty ones. Her eyes shot open and couldn't believe her eyes.
Malfoy was.....kissing her..forcing it
He grunted it, when she didn't kiss back. Digging his fingers into her hip. Her hand clutched onto his shirt and used all her strengths to push him away.
Malfoy used his other, free hand and tangled it in her hair, yanking it back. She groaned. "Let go of me" she murmured under her breath. Malfoy hungrily kissed her. Not giving her a chance to breath. Malfoy bit her lip and huffed. He breathed heavily. "Get off of me" she pushed. He stumbled back, knocking in the desks. He glared at her under hooded eyes.
"I like seeing you in pain, Brooks. It's what gets me off. Your lips...don't feel the same." Malfoy smirks. She tightened her eyes.
"Fuck you, you coward" she spits out. He scoffs. "You're right, Brooks. I am a coward, but I do very bad things and I do then very well" Malfoy taunts.
"I suggest you get back to your writing" he smiles, coldly and walks back to his seat. She bit her lip. Tasting his minty lips. She gulped. Unconsciously, she glanced up at him.
His jaw was clenched and his eyebrows were crushed together. He was focused. She took this time to admire his features that she didn't manage to catch before.
He looked for mature now. Malfoy's jaw was sharp but had a very subtle chub to it. His nose was pointy and his eyes were cold but...beautiful. His blonde, almost, platinum hair rested perfectly on his forehead. His lips....it was cold but it always was, just like his hands.
She hated to admit- Malfoy was handsome. As always. She couldn't blame herself for following him around like a lunatic.
His broad shoulders, tall figure and manly hands just added to it. It was a gift, honestly. She actually thinks she could like him again if he wasn't so.....cruel...
