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[Chapter Thirty]

[Chapter Thirty]

I was making my way down to the dungeons for my detention when I bumped into Malfoy, it wasn't his angry face that took me by surprise it was the tiniest but of physical contact we had in those close seconds. I looked up into his eye's and regretted it.

“Watch it Wayward” he spat roughly.

I hadn't heard his voice in five weeks and it took me a second to realise he was talking to me. I pulled on my blank face in hopes of disguising myself and took a step back.

“Whatever Malfoy” I snarled before making my way around him and continuing to ignore his gaze. There where things you didn't want to see when you looked into his eye's, they where haunted...I didn't want to know by what. Just as I was a few steps behind him he whirled around like a reflex.

“Why are you down here?” he demanded coldly as he fell into step with me

The most embarrassing thing about this situation? There was lots of things like the fast pounding of my heart, the images of our kiss behind my eye's and the smell of him...it did things to me I despised. I would wipe him clean like the dirt he was, covering me and almost smothering me.

“To Snapes office”

“For?” Just look right ahead, that's it don't look at him. Hey! I said don't look at him!!

“Hexing one of Parkinson's crew” Oh that's it now I'm going to get hexed for hexing one of his house mates, by all people it had to be him.

However the punishment I expected never came instead I was left with a thoughtful silence which was quickly taking an awkward turn. Before this we had both ignored each other like the plague and now here we where walking rather slowly towards Professor Snapes office.

“Maybe your not so pathetic” he snarled.

I rolled my eye's “No Malfoy I'm still pathetic” I snarled sarcastically back. That's what I did when someone constantly went on about a fault of mine...I turned defensive. I felt a blush creep on my cheeks when I realised what I had said.

He mumbled something under his breath, I didn't quiet catch it but it was something like “I try to be nice and that's what I get, figures coming from a Gryffindork.”

“You know I'm getting sick of this, cant you go taunt someone else!?” I whirled around, my long hair hitting across his chest as I did so. I made a point of looking dead in his eye's, he was slightly taller than me so that was a task in itself but I managed perfectly fine. In those few seconds I caught him off guard. I didn't like what I seen.

“Why? Your so much fun!” he flapped his hands mockingly.

I found myself biting hard on my bottom lip, something I did when I couldn't find a positive way of letting go of my anger. His eye's flickered to my lips.

I don't think so! Neither did he because he looked me in the eye's.

“I really cant stand you” I stated matter of factly.

“Oh good, we have one thing in common” again with the sarcasm.

I began walking away and hoped he wouldn't follow but he always did things I didn't want him too.

What like kiss you? Don't act like you didn't like it.

“I have nothing in common with you Malfoy”

Again an awkward silence lay around us, it seemed as though he wanted to say something, like it was on the tip of his tongue but he pushed his fists into his pockets and scoffed.