Happiness Is an Angry Weasley

Filch. I'd murder the old, greasy Squib.

Weasley found his wand right outside of the door and then practically ran away.

I glared at Filch and left for my own dormitory.

I'm sure Weasley was leaning in to kiss me. I was so ready for it too.

Damn hormones.

Damn Weasley.

Most of all, damn Filch.

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The next day was the day we had Charms with the Gryffindors.

I had been confident that we would be split into the same pairs. That is, until Flitwick discovered a new philosophy. "Have you ever heard the phrase, 'Variety is the spice of life?' So today, your partners will be..."

That's about the point that I stopped paying attention. I was paired up with Blaise Zabini, who was unbelievably horrible at the emotion charms. All he did was make me extremely confused as to whether I was ecstatically happy or darkly depressed.

Believe me, it's even more unpleasant than it sounds.

I felt emotionally drained after the class, not only from the disappointment of the night before but from the incredibly wide, uncontrolled range of emotion Zabini had charmed into me. I packed up slowly and began the seemingly never-ending journey to the Slytherin common room.

I think I'll spend the evening lazing about the Slytherin common room... perhaps I'll threaten the house elves into sneaking me some butterbeer... torture some first years... It will certainly be a productive eveni-ARGH!

"What in the name of MERLIN!?" I yelled as someone dragged me aside to an empty corridor.

I reached for my wand but whoever it was appeared to be one step ahead of me and grabbed my arm.

"LET ME GO!" I yelled, starting to thrash about and struggle to get away. Whoever it was, though, was stronger and bigger than me. I did all I could think of. I kicked backwards as hard as I could.

"Bloody hell, Malfoy, that hurt!"

"Weasley?" I asked incredulously. Oh. Well. I wouldn't have kicked quite as hard if I had known. Or, at least I would've made sure it wasn't to his manhood. That's something I don't want in bad condition.

Sorry.

He let go and pushed me away, making me curse under my breath. What was it with him and trying to make me stumble about? One of these days I'm going to fall and... well. Let's just say that a Malfoy being tripped would not be a pretty picture.

The actual tripping would be graceful, believe me.

It would be my reaction to being tripped.

Damn Weasley.

"What do you want?" I asked curiously, raising an eyebrow.

"I..." He looked flustered. "I just wanted to... talk to you I guess," he ended lamely.

"I know I'm ridiculously good-looking, Weasley, but you don't have to kidnap me into a hallway," I said smugly.

He looked even more flustered. It was quite cute actually.

"I didn't kidnap you, and who pulled who into a broom closet yesterday?" Before I could interrupt and defend myself he continued, "That doesn't matter. What I wanted to say was... er... well..."

"That you couldn't help yourself when you saw me walking out of class, so beautifully innocent, and decided to drag me down an empty corridor and attack me?"

"No, Malfoy, shut up. I wanted to tell you that, well, I know that we've always hated each other-"

"Except you didn't hate staring at me in class because of my perfectly handsome good looks, wonderful body, and amazing sense of style?"

"No! Malfoy, I'm trying to tell you that the past couple of weeks have made me realize-"

"That my gorgeous grey eyes and platinum blonde hair have left you speechless?"

"Malfoy, if you don't shut up I'm going to-"

"Snog me senseless?"

That was it. His breaking point. Before I knew it I was against the wall. Why did I always end up pinned to something when Weasley was around?

I braced myself for the punch that was coming but... it didn't come.

I tilted my head, opening an eye just enough to see him staring at me.

"What?" I asked, actually baffled as to what he was planning.

Then he kissed me.

Oh bloody hell, did he kiss me.

All of the anger and emotion that he had just a minute ago, all the feeling that I thought had been him losing his temper and wanting to hurt me, was put into that kiss.

When the shock subsided, I kissed back furiously and wrapped an arm around his neck. My pent up feelings of frustration and confusion towards my developing crush seemed to surface and demand to be part of this. He's really quite a bit taller than me and it was hurting my neck to look up so much, but I didn't particularly care at the time.

I felt one of his hands make its way to my hair and nearly protested that he was going to mess it up. He muttered, "Shut up, Malfoy," against my lips and kissed me harder.

This was exactly what I'd imagined. I had almost lost myself in the kiss completely when he pulled away and stepped back.

"What..." I gasped in protest. "Weasley," I started, but he shook his head.

"I shouldn't have done that," he said.

"Why not?" I asked. He stared at me as though I'd grown another head.

"We're both... guys," he said, as though I didn't know. I raised an eyebrow as if to say, "So?" and he shook his head again and started down the corridor.

"Weasley, wait," I said, following him. He sped up, so I did as well, calling his name again.

"Damn it. RON!" I yelled. That got him.

He spun around on his heel and said, "Look, Malfoy, I'll... I'll talk to you about whatever the hell just happened another time. I need... time to think."

I was dumbfounded. I wasn't getting what I wanted. This is not how it's supposed to be.

He walked away and I just stood there, unsure of what to do.

Damn it, Weasley.

Don't you know that Malfoys are always supposed to get what they want?