7. You’re really cute and it’s ruining my life because I think about kissing you all the time.
43. Don’t look at me in that tone of voice.
It’s a missconception that Hufflepuffs are all gentle flowers, who wanted no part in any imbalanced and tensed situations, they will get part in any situation, if they have to defend something they believe in, or someone they love.
But yes, pretty true that they are genuine and nice, openminded people, who weren’t too keen on the idea of fights in general. What the hell were you doing in Hufflepuff, that the question you mentally asked yourself when you yelled at Malfoy’s face in Potions, after reading his ridiculous little note with ‘Sub, baby? Wanna smush?’
True, you got minus 15 points for your House, but he was being a teasing jerk and you were fed up with his inappropriate flirting, and apparently so was Snape, because he sent you two out of the classroom, but of course, Malfoy got away just with detention.
You were frustrated, annoyed, you wanted to go there and punch him in the smirking face. He could get on anyone’s nerves, even on yours, and you had some iron patience. But no more of that shit.
“Malfoy, I swear, if you ever talk to me again in class, I’ll get your wand and stick it so far up your ass, you’ll have to get it out through your mouth!” - well that was a good one, you had to admit. And you didn’t even rehearse it. Ten points for team ‘I don’t give a fuck if a teacher heard me or not’ .
“Come on baby, what’s the problem?”- he asked with a sultry voice that made your blood boil. Not to mention how the looks he was constantly giving you were messing with your head and morals.
“Don’t look at me in that tone of voice! Wait, I mean don’t talk to me- oh fuck it, Malfoy, you know what the hell I’m talking about!“ - you said grumpily, waving a finger very close to his beguiling face.
“I can’t help myself baby. You’re really cute and it’s ruining my life because I think about kissing you all the time.” - For real Draco? Did he really had to start this shit again? But he was looking quite amused, obviously he was enjoying this way better then you, though it didn’t matter if you felt your insides tickle or something. Flattered? Please. Maybe. Who cares! NOt you.
“Wow, I’m impressed! How long did it take for you to think of this little pick up line?”- you clapped sarcastically as he made his way towards you, his hand got dangerously near your face, but just put a lock of your hair behind your ear. And then he whispered: “Not as long as it’ll take you to admit you think about the same thing.”