Everything I'm supposed to hate • Harry J. Potter •

19

"Fuck, Y/n, you're so good to me," Theo groaned as you rolled off of him.

You stared up at the ceiling of his four poster bed, panting heavily. Despite Harry's rudeness earlier in the day, you'd caught yourself staring at him across the Great Hall from the Slytherin table during dinner. Disgust had bubbled up inside you when you realized you had been contemplating how soft his hair was. You were like a second year again, crushing on the older boys.

You ground your teeth together, clenching your hands into fists, desperately wishing for the millionth time that Harry Potter would get out of your head. You weren't sure who you were angry with; yourself? Harry? The universe?

"Y/n? Y/N? Y/N....?" Pansy asked.

You swallowed your frustrations, not wanting to take them out on your sister.

"Hmm- yeah? What's up?"

"You look tense. Is it your shoulder?"

Blaise scowled toward the Gryffindor table and added: "I swear if that wanker hurt you again I'll-"

"My shoulder's fine," you assured them.

"You'd tell us if something was wrong?" Astoria asked from next to you, placing a comforting hand on yours

You gave her a weak smile. "'Course I would."

"Hey, where are Daphne and Adrian?" Theo asked from your other side.

"Probably off snogging in a broom closet," Pansy sighed, eyes lingering on Draco who hadn't spoken a word since you all sat down.

You'd been avoiding Draco like the plague since beginning of term. He'd been tasked with something he couldn't tell anybody about, and you felt it best to stay as far away from him as possible.

You averted your gaze when he glanced up at you, shifting uncomfortably in your seat. Without meaning to, you found yourself staring at the Gyffindor table again. Ginny Weasley was leaning into Harry's side, whispering something in his ear. You wanted to kick yourself in the ass when you began to imagine yourself in Ginny's place.

Clenching your jaw, you took hold of Theo's wrist under the table and leaned over so your lips brushed against his ear.

"Your dorm. Now."

Theo was quick to spring into action, almost tripping over the bench both of you had previously sat on.

"Where are you two going?" Astoria asked.

"Bed. Tired," Theo said hurriedly.

"I'm not feeling well," you called over you shoulder as Theo practically dragged you toward the Great Hall's entrance.

You heard Blaise laughing as you turned back around. "I'm sure she'll be feeling much better once they've finished."

You scoffed to yourself as the doors swung closed behind you, silencing the loud buzz of the Great Hall.