Wow. I'm not going to deny it; Draco Malfoy got hot over the summer.

It must have had something to do with the fact that he stopped using that fucking greasy shit in his hair.

I still hated him though. But it meant that I now enjoyed looking at his face as I yelled at it.

And there was a lot to yell about this year.

So, it turns out that Harry has a murdering Godfather on the loose out looking for him.

Of course he fucking does.

But we didn't dwell on it much, and a roaring good time at the Leaky Cauldron was had by all. Well that is until Hermione went and bought a fucking cat.

It kept trying to eat my darling, helpless Scabbers. She didn't understand why I got so angry about it. Someone ought to draw her a fucking picture: her cat eats my rat = an extremely pissed off Ronnie.

It made me want to go and buy a fucking werewolf and see how she liked it when it ate everything in sight.

We had a new teacher called Professor Lupin. He and I had a lot in common. He liked to give out chocolate and I liked to eat it.

Thanks to Harry's dramatic life, we had to have Dementor's guarding the school. They even came on the train which made Harry faint.

I had low-key second hand embarrassment for him. Especially when Draco Malfoy found out.

"You fainted? You actually fainted?!" He drawled delightedly as we departed the carriages at the foot of the castle. His little gang of minions sniggered behind him.

"Yeah, well at least he didn't wet his pants." I retorted, pointedly looking down at his crotch.

Everyone around howled with laughter as Draco hastily looked down.

"You little bitch," he snarled, his cheeks flaming pink with humiliation.

"Call me what you like," I smirked over my shoulder as I walked away, arms linked with Harry and Hermione, "but we both know you love me deep down, Malfoy."

His mouth opened and shut like a goldfish as the rest of his little Slytherin gang looked on at him in embarrassment.

I had a good feeling about this year.

*****

Despite Hagrid being a questionable teacher, he actually gave the best lesson yet.

A fucking Hippogriff attacked Draco.

Oh, how I howled with laughter.

"Well it serves you fucking right!" I yelled as I caught him bragging to Pansy Parkinson about nearly losing an arm the following morning at breakfast. "And why the fuck are you wearing a sling? You're not a fucking Muggle Malfoy!"

"Does your mother let you talk with that filthy mouth of yours, Weasley?" Draco spat menacingly. "Or do you all talk like you've been dragged up in the sewers?"

Harry and Hermione had to hold me back as I tried to jump on him. My god I wanted to get at him so much.

"You really need to control yourself around Malfoy," Hermione hissed at me later, when we were tucking into breakfast, "anyone would think you've got a crush on him!"

Harry dribbled pumpkin juice down his chin in shock. "You don't, do you Ronnie?"

"As if!" I laughed a little too loudly. "I wouldn't touch that pompous git if he were the last man on Earth!"

And then my mind instantly went to a scenario when it was just me and Draco left on the planet.

"Why are you smiling?" Harry asked, frowning.

"Just thinking about what's for lunch." I lied.

*****

I was startled at our next Potions lesson when Draco walked in late, setting his cauldron up right next to mine.

I gave him a look as if to say 'what the fuck?' and he smirked back at me, his eyes glinting maliciously into mine.

"Sir," he called loudly across to Snape, "sir, I'll need help cutting up these daisy roots, because of my arm-"

"Weasley, cut up Malfoy's roots for him," Snape drawled, without looking up.

What the actual fuck?

"There's nothing wrong with your fucking arm!" I hissed at him, hatred sparking the air between us.

He just sat, smirking at me.

"Weasley, you heard Professor Snape, cut up these roots."

I seized my knife and angrily reached across to chop them up as shittily as I could.

"Professor," Draco drawled loudly, "Weasley's mutilating my roots, sir."

Snape approached our table and stared down his hooked nose at the roots, then gave me an unpleasant smile from beneath his long, greasy black hair.

"Change roots with Malfoy, Weasley."

"But sir-!"

I had done mine perfectly, having spent the last quarter of an hour carefully shredding my own roots into exactly equal pieces.

"Now," Snape said in his most dangerous voice.

I practically threw the roots in Draco's face, feeling hot angry tears prick dangerously behind my eyes.

Draco's look of glee told me his actions were having the desired effect.

"Seen your pal Hagrid lately?" He asked me quietly, moving slightly closer.

"None of your business," I replied jerkily, not liking the way the scent of his cologne made me feel.

"I'm afraid he won't be a teacher much longer," Draco continued in a tone of mock sorrow. "Father's not very happy about my injury-"

"Keep talking, Malfoy, and I'll give you a real injury," I snarled, flexing the knife in my hand as I beckoned down towards his trousers.

"Oh, I don't think you will, somehow, Weasley," Draco chortled. "And besides, my father's got a lot of influence, you know, and you don't want to go the same way as that giant oaf of a moron."

"So that's why you're putting it on," I said, accidentally beheading a dead caterpillar as I slammed the knife down onto the table. "To try and get Hagrid sacked."

"Well," Draco said, lowering his voice to a whisper, "partly, Weasley. But there are other benefits, too."

I blinked at him as he sidled even closer, bringing his hand up to lift a lock of my long red hair. My heart started hammering in my chest as I wondered what the fuck he was doing. He moved his lips close to my ear and I shivered as I felt his hot breath tickle my skin.

"Now be a good girl and slice my caterpillar for me."

******