Ｍｙ Ｂｏｙ|D. Malfoy|

vii

"You alright? It seems like you're having trouble," Theo ask me as I try to get some food from the middle of the table.

"Yeah, yeah I'm fine." My left arm is still some what numb from the seizure, and for some reason having a difficult time even with my fully working right arm getting food on my plate.

The audacity of this bitch 

I keep trying to get some food on my plate but after a while I just give up. My arm is not coraprating with me today. I play it off and eat a bite off of toast already on my plate.

After I take a bite I put it back down then look up to see Blaise entering the hall. I also see Jason coming in behind him and I quickly look away and loose my appetite as soon as I see him. I can feel his stare on me as he goes to sit down at the Ravenclaw table. I shake my head to clear my mind.

"Are you sure Cass?" Pansy ask sweetly as she sits down next to me. Blaise sits across from me after Pansy sits down. Blaise starts to fill his plate with every food in front of him and Theo next to me goes in for seconds.

I weirdly start to get nauseous seeing Blaise and Theo eating like pigs. I turn to Pansy to see her carefully cutting a piece of toast in half then spread some strawberry jam on it and take a bite. She looks at me and I give her a small smile.

I quickly turn my head to where Blaise is sitting to see Malfoy steal the seat next to Blaise after pushing a second year out of the way. I flinch as the second year tumbled back into the Gryfindor table behind him and accidentally elbow a third year in the head. Me and Malfoy make eye contact and he sneers at me and scoff as I roll my eyes. He's been a brat lately and trying to either trip me or say some idiotic insult every time he sees me.

He makes my fucking blood boil and I have to restrain myself each time from giving him a black eye. Even though it would debunk some of his myths he makes up, he always goes on about how weak I look and couldn't beat him in a fight. At Beauxbatons we had self defense class to build up our strength so I could easily beat his noodle arms and stick legs with a single blow to the head.

He smirks at me, "You look like you had a rough night, even though I don't know why anyone would want to touch you." I feel myself pale a bit but give him a death glare he doesn't even flinch at.

"Really? I could easily get with someone faster than you," I laugh cynically with no humor.

"No you couldn't, I'm actually good looking and rich. At least I'm not the least attractive person from my whole school."

"I'm not the least attractive from my school unlike you and I, unlike you, don't use all my daddies money to bribe myself to get everything." He scoffs at me and starts to stand up before Blaise puts a hand on his shoulder and pushed him back down into his seat.

"Asshole," I hear him say under his breath.

"Cunt," I say back shaking my head.

"Bad posture." I snap my gaze at him quickly.

"NO! I DID NOT TAKE 4 HOURS A WEEK OF ETIQUETTE CLASS FOR SOME BITCH THAT SLUMPS TO TELL ME I HAVE BAD POSTURE!" I yell as I slam my hands down on the table and quickly stand up. I see Darcy whip his head around from Hufflepuff at my sudden out burst.

He stands from his table and quickly rushes to me and takes me outside. On the way out I flip Malfoy off with both hands.

I can't believe he had the nerve to say that. I won a fucking award when I was 9 because I had the best posture and etiquette.

"What was that about?" Darcy ask as he grabs both my shoulders to face him. I tense up a bit because there are bruises there.

"That fucker told me I have bad posture," I say angrily, my anger comes from Malfoy and from Jason last night. Exhaustion starts to fill me up as I stand in the hallway with Darcy. He chuckles a little bit before turning serious again.