Our new Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher is a fucking toad.

Not that bothered though, as we all know she'll only come to a sticky end once the school year is up.

I'm keeping my fingers crossed for death.

Everyone thinks Harry is a liar and, even though I believe him, it meant everyone hated us.

It was also making it a bit awkward for me to flirt with Draco given that Harry was accusing his dad of being a Death Eater and all.

Not that it stopped me, of course.

I mean, Harry was trying to stick his tongue down the gob of a dead guy's girlfriend. Who was he to judge?

Anyway, Harry got all arsey with me because I pulled that bitch up on her sudden love of a Quidditch team as we were making our way out of the Great Hall after breakfast one morning.

"Is that a Tornados badge?" I demanded, pointing aggressively to the front of Cho's robes as she stopped Harry to chat to him about some shit. "You don't support them, do you?"

"Yeah I do," she said, rolling her eyes rudely.

"Have you always supported them, or just since they started winning the league?" I said accusingly. I mean who did she think she was, trying to impress Harry by thrusting her Quidditch decorated chest in his face?

"I've supported them since I was six," she said coolly. "Anyway... see you, Harry."

"What the fuck was that?" Harry said, rounding on me angrily, once Cho had stropped off out.

"What was what?!" I spluttered.

"You just cock blocked Harry." Hermione said, stepping up behind me.

"I did no such thing!" I gasped incredulously, "I just don't like it when people jump on the Quidditch band wagon every time a team starts playing well. It means they're not real fans!"

Harry just stared at me, open mouthed.

"I don't think Harry cares about that," Hermione muttered in my ear.

"Cho Chang? Really, Harry?!" I scoffed, "her boyfriend's barely cold in the ground which you fucking know about seeing as you watched him get slaughtered!"

Harry's face went red with rage.

"WELL AT LEAST I'M NOT CONSTANTLY TRYING TO MOUNT THE SON OF A DEATH EATER!"

"Are my ears burning or did someone just turn up the heat?"

I shivered at the soft, silky drawling tones in my ear, before whirling around.

Draco Malfoy was stood, smirking down at me, he was so close that I could smell the sweet peppermint on his breath and the distinct muskiness of his cologne.

It was driving me fucking wild.

"My, my, Weasley, you appear to be blushing," he continued, his silver grey eyes flashing amusedly into mine.

I was only faintly aware of Harry sighing heavily behind me. I found I couldn't tear my eyes away from the Slytherin Prince. All I could think about was how hot our kiss was, and how much I wanted to do it again.

"Thinking about all the things you want to do to me, Weasley?" He smirked, enjoying my rare moment of stunned silence. "Well, I'll tell you what, maybe we can go check out that Prefects Bathroom together? It'll at least make a change from the tin bathtub you and your family undoubtedly wash together in."

I blinked. He just had to go and fucking ruin it didn't he?!

"Fuck you, Malfoy." I spat, before whirling back round to go after Harry.

"Oh, one day, Weasley." He called after me. "You just wait."

*****

Harry was in such a foul mood that he ended up taking it out on Professor Umbridge at our first Defence lesson.

And in return, she made him slice open his own fucking hand.

Wow. Savage.

On the bright side, I got onto the Gryffindor Quidditch team as their new Keeper.

I was a bit shit, but it turns out being best mates with Harry was finally starting to pay off.

Though, how hard can flying in front of a few goal hoops be?

It'll mean I'll get a good view of Draco on his broomstick, too.

Speaking of whom, I had to deal with him being utterly foul when he discovered I'd made the Quidditch team.

"What's that Weasley's riding?" He called out in a sneering drawl as he turned up to watch one of our practice sessions. "Why would anyone put a flying charm on a mouldy old log like that?"

His little gang of Slytherin twats that usually followed him around everywhere all guffawed and shrieked with laughter as if Draco had said the wittiest thing in the fucking world.

"The same could be said for your cock!" I hollered back as I mounted my broom and took off to join Harry and the rest of the team.

"That doesn't even make any sense!" Harry gritted fiercely at me. "Just ignore him and stop embarrassing yourself. I need people on my team who are going to focus!"

I was focusing all right, I thought bitterly, glancing back over at Draco who was laughing about something - no doubt talking about how fucking poor I was.

Little did I know he was sharing the start of a new song he was writing about me.

And it wasn't exactly fucking complimentary.

*****