You inhaled, smelling Malfoy's strong scent. It was a mixture of cologne and just - how to describe it? It just smelled of him. It was a brilliant smell, and you inhaled slowly to catch every part you could. And thus, when you felt your eyes gently closing in the position, you knew it was unsafe. You knew this territory - the one you and Malfoy had now entered - was dangerous. You were to leave immediately. Thus, panicking, you got up from the bench quickly and walked on further into the Great Hall through the darkness, strolling through the middle, as Malfoy's eyes looked up and followed you.
"Where're you going?" He asked, back to his normal Malfoy voice.
"Away from you."
He scoffed.
"Alright, I see how it is," he groaned, also lifting himself up from the bench, which you did not see, but heard. "Hey, Potter."
"What?" You asked, turning around, the atmosphere raising itself to a much lighter position. Now - there was something very different about the tension in the air. Not sexual, not intriguing - the air, now, was full of, what's the word? Hatred? Perhaps, or perhaps it was something less - not hatred, but disliking. The need for worsening the other's situation. The need for throwing them under the bus. The need to fight. Yes - that was now in the air, and it was such a quick shift you yourself did not how to process your own furrowed brows at Malfoy.
"Does he?" He asked, a mocking tone, his voice calling out to you from across the hall.
"Does who what?"
"Does your boyfriend have the same effect on you?"
"Watch it," you threatened, lowering your eyes at him through the darkness.
"Do you fail to breathe when he's so close to you?" He asked again, holding in his own laughter. "Do you look at him the way you look at me?"
"Stop it, or I swear to God."
"Do you want him the way that you want me?"
Without another word, your face burning red with fury, you charged down the aisle of the Great Hall, getting your wand out and directly aiming it at Malfoy, who had prepared himself for this and sprinted off through the door, charging through the hallways of Hogwarts. As prepared as he may have been, you were still an utter horror; the terror on his face was evident as he charged through the hallways. Half panicking, half laughing, he ran as fast as possible, with you following him with your wand out.
"I'm going to fucking kill you!" You screamed out for the entirety of Hogwarts to practically hear, and Malfoy could only allow himself to laugh and speed up.
Turning a corner, he almost slipped from his speed and grabbed onto the wall before sprinting off as fast as possible again, pushing students passing by out of the way. The students, when they recollected themselves, were thrown into the side yet again by you as you rushed off behind Malfoy. His fear caused him to look behind to take one look at you, causing him to fail noticing Snape, who he also proceeded to push out of the way. Snape, in shock at Malfoy's audacity, grabbed the wall to stop himself from falling and stared in utter disbelief, only to be pushed out of the way again by you as you charged behind, your wand aimed at Malfoy. With this, Snape shook his head and proceeded to charge after you. Now, a tail of three had been formed.
"Potter! Malfoy! Get back here!" Snape yelled, but you were too distracted to hear him. Some more students were thrown out of the way, with Snape pushing them over a third time now; some more turns had almost been slipped, until you managed to catch up to Malfoy, in the courtyard of Hogwarts, where he'd ran out of breath (thank God because so did you). He stopped in the middle of the courtyard, with you approaching him slowly, your wand ever so perfectly aligned with his face, with Snape coming up behind you. Everyone, and I mean - everyone - in the courtyard now had their eyes on you, that including Harry, Ron, Cedric and Ginny.
"Try and say it again, I fucking dare you," you said, lifting the wand up to his throat. Malfoy, half terrified, half loving it, stared at you, his head lifted, fear in his eyes, but a slight smirking forming on his lips.
"Does your boyfriend make you feel the same way that I do?" He said slowly, emphasising the last two words.
Ready to yell a spell, you opened your mouth, only to have your wand grabbed from your hand by Snape. Nope - that wasn't stopping you. Immediately, your other arm swung backwards, launching itself into Malfoy's face, sending him back as he collided with the ground. Holding his face, he looked up at you, angry and in disbelief.
"Stupid bitch!" He yelled.
"That's enough, Potter." Snape said, grabbing a hold of you.
"I'm not done with you!" You screamed, hearing the laughter of the other students around.
"Yes, you are," Snape said, dragging you away from the scene, whilst you continued to yell and try to get yourself away, eventually giving up when you realised Snape had too strong of a grasp on you. He proceeded to push you into his office before raising his voice. "Do you know what the hell would have happened if it was another teacher, other than me, Potter!?"
"I don't care," you huffed, storming off further into the office and sitting on the floor against a wall, sulking.
"What the hell just went down?" He asked, making his way towards you with an angry expression.
"He said something he has no right to say."
"What?"
"I'm not telling you."
"Why not?"
"Because it's not good. Just wait till I see him again, I'll rip his face off."
"Oh yes, he asked...if your boyfriend makes you feel the way he does? May I ask, what went down between you and Malfoy?"
"Nothing! Nothing went down - which is why I'm pissed off! And to have the audacity to say that in front of my boyfriend!"
"Please, calm yourself."
"I'm going to rip his face off!" You screamed.
"You will not get your wand back until you calm down."
"I'll use my nails."
"No, Potter, stop."
Banging your head against the wall, you sighed and sat in silence for sometime longer. The rest of your evening before bed was, essentially, spent in Snape's office as his fear of you really ripping Malfoy's face off was too strong; you would get punished for it severely, possibly kicked out of school, and Snape could not allow that. And so, he handed you a book and allowed you to read it on the floor in his office. You did exactly that, and only around midnight, you decided it was time for you to go bed.
"Do I need to walk you?" Snape asked.
"No, I've calmed down. I promise the most I'll do if I see him is call him a cunt, and then go to bed."
Snape shook his head, but commented no further. You exited his office and made your way through the empty hallways. Instead of heading for the Slytherins, however, you made a turn for the Hufflepuffs. To your luck, Cedric was not asleep, but sitting with his friends in front of the fireplace, and he immediately got up from the sofa and headed over to you when he caught sight of you.
"[F/n], what the hell happened?" He asked, hugging you quickly. "Are you alright?"
"Yes. Malfoy isn't."
"What happened?"
"Me. I happened. I'm going to murder him."
Cedric, somewhat, seemed glad at the idea of it; for what reason he grew such a hatred towards Malfoy, you did not know, but you never questioned it.
"Why? Come, sit," Cedric said, directing you to the sofa, where he sat beside you. All his friends circled around, ready to listen to the tell tale of Draco Malfoy hatred.
"He's just been making a lot," you paused, "a lot of snarky comments."
"That's nothing new."
"I told him to stop, but he didn't. So I lost my temper."
"Do you want me to teach him a lesson?" Cedric asked, brushing your hair behind your ear.
"No. I can do that myself."
"An independent woman," one of Cedric's friends laughed. "She'll be pegging you before you know it, Diggory."
"Shut up," Cedric rolled his eyes with a smile.
"No, no, he's right." You confirmed.