Like everyday, Malfoy approached the Gryffindor table during lunch with a wide, cocky grin.

My chance to confront him was finally here, but I just couldn't bring myself to say anything.

Maybe it was the look in his eyes, or possibly just his perfect face in general. Maybe it was his slim, yet toned body that was sadly hidden by his robes. God, did I want to get my hands on him and-No!

What the hell am I thinking?! Why would I want to even be near this asshole! Perfect face?! His body?!

I shook off the thoughts and noticed that Draco was blabbering away. "-not that I want to be by you peasants any longer. Especially you, Weasly."

Ron's face went red and he looked to me, expecting me to speak up like I said I would earlier.

I nodded and interrupted Draco's nonsense. "Ya know, Malfoy, I think everyone would greatly appreciate it if you could learn to close your mouth."

Draco looked to me, chuckling softly, "Oh, you're one to talk. All you do is move your mouth, whore."

I looked away, a soft blush of embarrassment appearing across my face. In my third year I was in a lot of relationships, one after another, because I was confused and curious. I've been labeled as the school whore ever since.

But I really didn't mind. God, I hate his guts. But for some stupid reason, he's extremely attractive.

"Quidditch field after school. No magic." I added, "I'm gonna make you wish you were never born."

At that, I earned something strange and unusual from him that I most definitely did not expect. Instead of staying where he was, standing by Harry, he walked over to me and placed his freezing cold hand under my chin, making me look up at him. Our faces were so close I could barely breathe. "I look forward to it, princess." At that, the blond walked away and back to the Slytherin table.

At that point, my face was extremely red. Princess? Was he calling me feminine? What an ass. I turned back to the table. "He meant he was looking forward to the fight, right?" I panicked.

Ron grinned. "I think he wants to fuck."

Hermione gasped and elbowed him. "Watch your mouth, Weasly!"

He chuckled, "Aw, how cute. You don't mind saying plenty of dirty things when-" He was cut off by Hermione shoving her apple into his mouth. Harry laughed a bit as I looked away from the table.

Could it be? Draco Malfoy, the Draco Malfoy, wanted to... pfft. What a joke! "Ron, stop being such an ass. He isn't into dudes anyway."

Ron raised an eyebrow and took the apple out of his mouth. "And do you have any evidence to support such a claim?:

I thought, "U-uhm... I... he... shit-" I crossed my arms over my chest. 'Even if he did like guys, he definitely wouldn't fall for me. I mean, he's so rude. I think he's incapable of loving."

"Tsundere, " is all Ron said before taking a bite out of the apple.

I ignored him and pushed the thought to the side as all of the owls flew in and Hedwig came to the table, dropping off a letter for Harry.

He read it quickly before announcing, "Just Hagrid. He wants to know how we're all doing."

I nodded and ate my food, not feeling like speaking.

//longer than the first, but still short. ~-~