The hidden Weasley

"You make me sick!" Rosalie yelled at the boy with the pale blond hair.

"Trust me Weasel the feeling is mutual."
Draco hissed from his conner of the broom closet.

"You pig!!" She began throwing his clothes at him along with whatever empty bottles she could find wanting to hurt the spoiled boy anyway she could.

"Oh how I wish I could get my hands on that time turner and erase your whole miserable existence Draco Malfoy!!"

"Stop that you wretched squib!"

"Why don't you wave that dump stick around and stop me you freak show!"

There were a lot of things that pissed Draco Malfoy off but he never imagined he would ever hate anyone more than he hated Harry Potter.
Unfortunately there seemed to be one more person on this Earth that pissed him off more then the Golden boy.

Her name was Rosalie Leah Weasley and she was the worst thing that had ever happened to him.

She was a disgusting squib.
She dressed cheap.
She cursed like a deatheather.
She had no respect for her betters and didn't know how stay in her place.
Worst of all she was a Weasley!

She was ranting and raving again.
Cursing him out, physically attacking him for no reason.
Her face almost as red as her short hair.
Her blue eyes wide and crazy as she walked around half dressed calling him the most disgusting names.
He hated her and she hated him yet when she clawed at him with those red nails of hers he couldn't help but pull her close and smash his lips against hers and she couldn't resist the need to pull him closer.