January 5, 1997
She gripped onto her bag rushing to Defence against the Dark Arts. Tripping and tumbling down the corridor, she huffed.
This was the class she dreaded the most. Before the winter break, she managed to finish half of the project without Malfoy's help. They weren't on talking terms.
As she was about to open the door to Snape's, a soothing voice called that made her halt.
"Oi, Ryera"
She smiled and turned around. "Yes, Christian".
He snarled. "Please call me Chris. Anyways, I have Professor...........Severus Snape. Do you know what class he's in?" Christian asked, looking back up from his schedule. She rolled her eyes playfully.
"I have Snape too. It's this classroom. Come" she waved and he followed. The two walked in together and took a seat in the back, without Snape noticing. "You might want to be careful with Snape. He could be a bloody brat at times" she whispered.
Christian looked at her leaning in. Her arms were on his. "Right. I'll try" he whispered back. "Why though?" He asked, accidentally bumping heads with her. She whined and giggled.
Christian laughed silently.
"Snape tends to pick on others- never mind, I forgot you're in Slytherin. He's also a Slytherin. He's the head for you. You shouldn't worry too much"
He nodded and focused at the board. She ,also, too, looked at the board. But her eyes were averted to where Malfoy was supposed to be sitting. His seat was empty. Of course it was.
Class went slow as usual but having Christian- Chris beside was a plus. He made jokes throughout the class and even offered to help with the project. Snape couldn't say no.
"We can go to the library around 5 if you'd like. I'm going to be with my friends for a little while" she squinted. Chris smiled and nodded.
"Of course. I'll be in the dungeons. Just come collect me when you're available. I'll be waiting, Ryera" he waved with a little dance and walks off. She chuckles and his childish acts.
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"You've got to believe me Rye. I'm glad you're staying away from him. He's nothing but danger" Harry reasons. She bit her lip not wanting to believe anything that came out of Harry's mouth. She was in denial. She needed- wanted solid proof.
Hermione sighed. "Forget about Malfoy, Harry. I'm pretty sure Rye, has got eyes for someone....new" Hermione teased. She looked up at her and furrowed.
"Who?"
"Let's see here...Mr.Scamander" Ron beamed. "I talked to the mate. He's honestly a sweetheart. He's a lot like our Rye. Couple goals if you ask me".
She rolled her eyes. "I don't know what you're talking about. Chris and I are nothing more than...." she paused for a second and wet her lips. "Friends. Yeah, we're new friends".
Harry eyed her with a smug smile. She raised an eyebrow and stared right back. He averted his gaze with a grin. Ron chuckled.
Hermione laughed and sat beside her. "If you like him anytime in the near future. Go for it. He's like Prince Charming" she scoffed with a laugh.
"What time is it?" She asked, packing her bag and placing it onto Harry's lap. Harry grunted and looked at the clock.
"6:12"
She gasped and pulled on her shoes. She panicked looking around for her robe but couldn't find in anywhere in sight. Slapping her forehead, she turned to her friends. "I'll see you guys later. Bye" and she dashed out the portrait hole.
Her skirt rode up every spring she took. Her plain white shirt that was tucked in wasn't helping either. Skirt and a thin white shirt isn't the best for winters. She shivered as she reached the Slytherins dungeon.
Smiling at the portrait, she knocked.
The door opened with a messy Malfoy. His hair was ruffled. His shirt was barely buttoned. His sweatpants hung loosely on his slim waist. His right sleeve was rolled up. Lord have mercy, he looked amazing.
"What?" He asked.
She didn't know how she was going to ask him about another male when they are- what no. They aren't even- aren't even....dating. She bit her lip and looked back at him. He gulped.
"Is- uh- is Scamander there?" She forced in a shaky voice. Malfoy looked taken back. He had a nasty scowl on his face.
"Why the fuck are you looking for Scamander?"
"Well he- he offered t-to to- uhhh-" she fumbled under his piercing gaze. She found it hard to even form a sentence. "He offered to help with the project".
"What project?"
She clenched her fists. Her eyebrows furrowed. "The one you and I were supposed to work on". Malfoy slammed the portrait door closed and stepped out of the Slytherin common room. He towered over her. She gulped at the sight.
Malfoy's chest was on full display. It was skinny but well built. He was fit. There was also a mark- a scar on his left chest. It looked like faint writing but she couldn't make it out.
"Why..are you and pretty boy...working on....the project that you and...I were supposed to work..on" Malfoy spoke at every step.
She gulped and backed away into the corner. Her back hit the wall and she turned swiftly. Dead end.
Malfoy smirked. He wet his lips and raked his messy hair. He looked at her with hooded eyes. "It's been awhile, eh? How about we continue what we left off?" Malfoy whispered, now trapping her between him and the wall.
Her heart was pounding. Malfoy slapped his right hand onto the wall by her head while the other sneaked up to her waist.
Her breath hitched when she felt his left hand hook onto her skirt's waistband. Malfoy dipped his head onto her neck and nipped at it. Her head hit the wall as her eyes closed.
Malfoy bit her collarbone and she sighed. His lips trailed down to her neck, jaw then finally her lips. What she's been waiting for the whole time. His cold lips on her. She hated what she missed. Him.
His left hand ran under her shirt. His cold hand made her shiver. Malfoy's whole left arm wrapped around her bare waist while her shirt was bunched up over his left hand.
She tilted her head, wrapping her arms around his neck and tangled her hands into his hair. Their mouths moved in sync. Her scent got him addicted and now all he wants...is more. More of her.
Malfoy breaks the kiss and huffs. "You taste even better" his eyes travel down to her neck and be smirks. "I see you haven't taken it off. Anything of mine will look great around your neck" Malfoy whispered.
She blushed and smiled when he looked up at the ceiling. Malfoy looked back down and pecked her lips. "You're not going to Scamander. You're stuck with me". And he dives in again.
