Villain, D. Malfoy

5. Possesive

Emerald

The only place I could only find people I respect: The library. Slytherins never really came here. It was practically always full of Ravenclaws. Of course, I wouldn't know this on my own. My mom told
me about little critical details like this library fact.

"Oh, sorry." I hear a girl giggle as we awkwardly traverse paths, attempting to get to the same alley of books. I halt to acquaint myself because, of course, I had to. It was the prominent Hermione Granger.

"Hermione, right?" I smile and broaden my palm for her to shake. "I'm-"

"Emerald." She appeared pleased as she completed the sentence for me.

I cackled lightly, nodding my head, "Yes, that would be me."

"I've heard so much about you. Well, and I read so much about you. You're almost like Harry. You're a legend here at Hogwarts, and you're new!" She babbled.

"Well, I've heard so much about you!"

"You have?" She looked taken aback. As if she didn't comprehend how influential and important she is.

"The one who gave me a career here at Hogwarts, my mom, Ann, told me all about the well-known students my age. I couldn't wait to meet you and the Golden Trio. You're all so... remarkable."

"I take that tribute to the heart." Her frizzy hair flattered her beautifully, plastered smile. From what I've seen of her for the past twenty-four hours, she always came across so optimistic. "Right, come on!" She grabbed my hand and made me chase her for a few seconds until we arrived at a table.

"Hermione, what's- Oh, Emerald!" Harry blurted. He and Ron both gave me the cheesiest beams as Hermione greeted me to the two boys. But as soon as Ron begins speaking out, I sense a harsh gaze on my right viewpoint.

I attempt to subtlety glare to my side and not divert the dialogue's attention taking place right in front of me. Ron's voice keeps subsiding as I recognized whose piercing eyes gaped at my presence.

Draco was leaning against the frozen aisle of books, his head bowed down, but his eyes are piercing high, scanning for mine. When mine ultimately found him, he nodded his head to the left.

My eyebrows creased in answer, not knowing if he was struggling to tell me something or merely stretching his neck and being creepy as hell while doing it. His jaw tenses up, and once again, he motions to the door with only his tilted head.

I get the hint, and I stay for Hermione to finish introducing me before I pardon myself from the chatter.

I possibly left them guessing I was a bitch because I hardly had time to say hello, but I was too interested in what Draco had to say to me.

Once I eventually find the entrance, I stroll around the aimless hallway that culminated in a gray concrete corridor. I'm about to flee, thinking this was all a prank until a hand yanks me from the dark.

"You interrupt my dialogues with friends once more, and this book will become a lethal weapon." I purse my lips, holding up the novel I had rented from the library.

"Were you just assisting a bunch of filthy Gryffindors? This is low, even for you." He crossed his arms and leaned back on the rough cement wall.

"Not everything has to be a rivalry; you get that, don't you?"

He persists quiet, and I find a new motive behind his short sermon. "Is this," I point to the slight gap between our physiques, "what I think it is?"

"I don't seem to follow." He bluffed. He pretended he didn't indicate as to what was going on here. Don't you just love it when men infer you're stupid?

"Jealous, are we now, Malfoy?"

"Oh, it'd be your pleasure. Have fun deciphering the wrong sort by yourself, then." He storms off without making one more disturbance or mumbling one last word.