my inheritance (g.w x o.c)

chapter twenty-eight: grand escape

"I'm quite alluring."

"Yeah, until you want to try out being a beater, and hit the bludger where no ball should be hit. Lost a bit of your sparkle there."

"How many times do I have to say I was aiming for Adrian?"

"A few more should do it." I rolled my eyes. "On the brightside, maybe Miles will lay off now."

"Yeah, that or I'll get kicked off the team."

"Oh, he'll definitely want to," Celeste shrugged.

"But everyone knows he can't afford to," Cassius continued.

"Don't boost my ego too much."

"Probably couldn't boost it anymore than being the Slytherin princess could," Daphne teased.

"You are a bunch of idiots. It's a wonder I hang out with you."

"Probably makes you feel superior."

"I'm not speaking to you anymore."

"Right," they all laughed. I smiled in return. Truly, they could be good people, and we could have fun. In that moment, I wondered what would have happened if I had been honest with them. I pictured telling them the truth...

Actually, he's funny and kind, and he understands me, and he listens to me, and he really, truly gets me. In a way that even you guys don't. And I think, for the first time in my life, I'm really loved. And he might be a poor, blood traitor from an unpopular family, but I think I love him too. I think I'm crazy for him, actually, so yeah? How do you feel about that?

Even as the words raced through my mind, I knew they would laugh. How could the ruthless, powerful Slytherin princess love an easygoing, jokester like George Weasley? The answer was simple, I couldn't. No good would come from it. In fact, no good came from the kiss we shared outside.

I entered the common room, and everyone glanced my way as per usual. I walked with my hands in my jacket pockets as some eyes followed me across the room.

"Hey, Prince," Miles called, walking down the stairs from the boys' dormitory. "Can we talk?"

"Tomorrow," I answered. "I'm going to sleep."

"Great," he nodded, pulling me aside.

"Excuse you," I snapped as he pulled me off into a hallway. I yanked my arm free. "I have nothing to say to you."

"You're pissed? You've been sneaking around with a Gryffindor. A bloody Weasley at that," he scoffed as if it were a dirty word. "And you're pissed?"

"So what if I was?" I asked. "It's none of your business what I do."

"Is that why he was helping you out at the Quidditch match?"

"He was just being stupid."

"Isn't he always?"

I glared at him. I might as well stick to my story. "For your information, we weren't anything serious. It was a few late nights after a few drinks. So just get the hell over it." I went to walk past him, but he grabbed my arm, slamming me back into the wall. I gasped as I met his eyes. He was genuinely angry about this. "Get off-"

"You don't get to make me look like a fool and then talk to me like that. I won't be the laughing stock of the team when I was the one who let you on even though I had a hell of a lot better Chasers to choose from."

"Oh, you did, didn't you?" I asked. "What? Harris?" I laughed. "Pathetic. Honestly, ask him to join the team. See how low your score can be."

"Or Celeste," he offered. "Bet she could score twice as many goals as you. She's a hell of a lot more fun at parties than you." His hand ran down my side to my ass. He squeezed it in a way that made me want to throw up. "Maybe if you'd loosen up, have a few drinks like you do with Weasley..." I was absolutely disgusted.