Green Apples

1

You sigh, his hands are all over you, his hot lips against yours, your hands tangled in his hair...

You gasp and wake up, eyes widening as you realize what your mind is capable of.

"And to think I've never done anything even remotely romantic," you say, scoffing. "But it's chill." Looking around your messy room, you give your cat, Salem, a quick pat before your eyes fall on the person in the bed next to yours, Pansy pug faced Parkinson. You couldn't comprehend how someone's outside image could match so perfectly with their ratty personality. You smiled. Luckily for you, she never woke up early. You illuminate your wand in the dark room.

"Lumos." Pansy doesn't stir. You hold your wand and concentrate.

"Wingardium leviOsa," you whisper, lifting the water on her nightstand up above her head before turning it over, dumping the contents all over her hair.

"JEHFIIDBFB," Pansy sputters, sitting up to find the light switch.

But you're already halfway down the stairs, giggling, practically skipping towards breakfast, or at least, that was your plan.

You slam into a perfectly manicured student with angry silver eyes. The same ones, in fact, that you had seen while you dreamt.

You both go flying, arms entangling together in a mess, right in front of everyone. He ends up on top, with your face squashed under his neck.

"Get away from me, y/n," he says, venom practically dripping off his words.

You scowl up at him, the boy who had made your life a living hell ever since first year, and defiantly wrap your arms and legs around him.

"No I'm good, thanks though," you say, making your voice sweet and innocent.

He grows tense, then stands up, trying to get you off of him, but you're not so easily deterred. You only wrap your arms tighter, burying your head in his shoulder.

You can practically feel the rage in him, causing him to start to shake as he pries you off, drawing his wand.

"Oh dang," even a little bitch knows when to run, you think as you move out, almost making it to the dungeons stairs, but not before an icy hand grabs your wrist, spinning you around to see his angry face in the suddenly deserted Slytherin dorm.

"Here we go again," you roll your eyes. "Come on Draco you don't have to interfere with the likes of me! Seeing as I'm just a lowly mudblood of course," you smile innocently, hoping you can ~seduce~ this twat into letting you go.

"Oh really? Because it seemed like you wanted to be on the bottom, huh?" he smirks, his rings digging into your wrist as he tightened his grip.

"Really witty," you scowl back, your face flushing, remembering that godforsaken dream. "But I was busy getting away from Pansy, not you, so can you let go of your big ego for a second, please?"

"Terribly funny coming from the girl who is in the wrong house."

You winced. He had struck a nerve, and he knew it, pushing further.

"You're a joke of a Slytherin, y/n. Not even a real witch."

You snatched your wand out of his hands, practically shaking as you stood up, pressing it into his throat. "We both know I could beat you in a duel any day, Malfoy."

"Yeah right," he sneers, but there was a glimmer of fear in his stupid silver eyes, the same ones which had looked at you filled with longing in that dream.

"Fine," you hiss, "where should we do this, then?"

"The astrology room," Draco smirks, "no ones ever up there late at night." You might have imagined it, but you thought you caught his eyes move up and down your body, but it all happened too fast.