Behind Enemy Lines (D.M.)

Chapter Six (Years of Prisoner of Azkaban)

"Care of Magical Creatures? What a load of bloody garbage," Draco spat. "With some giant oaf...no doubt my father will be hearing about this." He was talking like the whole common room cared about his stupid thoughts. It was hard to concentrate on my book with him in the room. I had reread the same page eight times. "Not to mention that atrocious book. The damn thing nearly ate a hole in my bed frame."

"Really? I want to see." Pansy purred against his side. I rolled my eyes at all of it. It was really annoying dealing with this teenage hormone bullshit. One second I found Draco insanely hot, the next moment I wanted to punch him in the face. He was loving all the attention and didn't mind playing up to all of it. He would flirt with a girl and shamelessly turn to her friend to do the same. The boys would just snicker and grin like it was all some big game. After the train incident, I took Harry's advice and worked to actively put distance between Draco and I. This included making sure multiple people sat between us at meals. Pansy didn't mind leaving me to eat alone again because she was trying to get into his majesty's line of sight. She had some competition to keep his interest apparently- their date must not have meant as much to Draco. I sat far away and would use my books as an excuse to stay silent.

"Back to first year, Topert?" Blaise mentioned as he was walking by my chair. I looked up with a small smile.

"Just really into this book."

"Yeah, I noticed you got super far." He teased as he turned and shot me a wink. I felt my face get hot at his comment. Was he watching me? Why would he do that? I tried to go back to my book again when Draco continued to drone on.

"Nevertheless, it'll be interesting on the first day back in class. I reckon we'll have to see that stupid trio." My ears perked up. Guess I'll reread the page for a ninth time- Blaise was right. "That filthy mudblood and Potter." He grunted, just our last name of 'Potter' was spat with such disdain. Harry was beneath him. Will I be beneath him when he finds my true identity out? Last year he was turning sour towards me but that moment on the train... "If Harry can't stay out of my way, I swear I'll put him in his place. His family are blood traitors. My father mentioned how their death was deserved." With heated ears, I quickly stood up, clenching my book. It took everything in me to not chunk it at him. I didn't realize that when I stood up so fast, I caught the attention of the group, the pair of eyes drifting over to me. Draco screwed his mouth up and raised his eyebrows. "Did I strike a nerve? Sensitive about Potter?"

"No, I just can't focus with your constant blabbering. Do you ever shut up?" I snapped at him. His mouth fell open in surprise at my comeback as everyone "oooed". No one speaks to the Slytherin Prince like that.

"I beg your pardon."

"Shove it up your arse, Draco." I walked past the long green couches to the portrait door. I had to find a new place to read before I strangled him.

"You wish." Draco's comeback fell short as I huffed out the common room. I was muttering under my breath all the way to the library. How dare he speak of my family. How dare he call them blood traitors. Traitors to who? A villain- a wizard terrorist. Of course his father was in favor of Voldemort. Draco's family were the real traitors. I was so angry that I didn't notice the body I ran smack into as I turned the corner.

"Woah!" A familiar voice chirped. I had knocked Hermione Granger down and sent both of our books flying.

"I'm so sorry," An instant apology on my lips- I trulyI didn't mean to run into her.

"It's alright," she smiled as she tried to pick her books up. I went to help her but smiled when I noticed we had the same copy of the book. "You're reading Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them too? Newt is really thorough in his explanations." She was looking down at the two copies in my hand, an excited grin erupting on her face.