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CHAPTER 10: Getting Caught By Snape, Really Lucky...

-in which the title speaks for itself this once and the Heroine does get caught by our favourite Potions Master-

Avoiding death threats from fellow Slytherinas on a regular basis, sitting by Him at dinners (thus being glared at by all the females with the exception of Granger), socializing with His friends (Blaise was quite okay) and dutifully attending His Quidditch practices … being Draco Malfoy's official (and substantially fake) girlfriend was a rather tiring activity.

Not that Malfoy bothered her too much... apart from spending all her freetime with praising him, blushing when somebody mentioned his name and glaring back at unknown girls.
Why would have she minded? After all, she just gave up her life.
After two days, seeing Pansy's sour face was not that fun, either, she rather felt her presence disturbing. Well, she always considered Pansy disturbing, but since the other girl started looking at her with a certain murderous expression, Flora insisted on being with Crabbe or Blaise when Malfoy was not around.
The only positive thing about Malfoy - and she was very surprised to find that out- was that he had nice friends.
She was on good terms with Crabbe and Blaise proved to be helpful, too at times.
Goyle did not speak much- she was not sure whether it was because he could not or he did not want to-, but he was efficient at keeping away Malfoy's crazy fan club.

Actually His Quidditch practices were her favourite part of their 'relationship': not that the game itself intrigued her, but because Malfoy himself was entertaining.

'Incapable foul!' That day Malfoy yelled so loud that even she could hear it, down at the spectator's terrace.

He was having a bad day, she could tell. The date of the much anticipated match against Gryffindor drew closer and closer, leaving him more and more nervous.

She knew she was being mean, but an evil grin crept on her face. Malfoy was quite amusing, once he got mad at somebody else. Pucey, the cause of the commotion looked horrified and the whole team obeyed immediately when Malfoy sentenced them to 100 extra laps on the field.

As usual, she could not enjoy the show for long at someone else's expense...

Malfoy just seemed to enjoy tormenting her so much more.

-.-

In fact, Flora never had anything against Harry Potter.

In fact, she could not cared less about him.

Apart from the incident with Peeves, she never thought about him too much and knew well that the hatred of the Slytherins towards the Boy Who Lived originated not only from Malfoy.
Besides having had family members in really uncomfortable situations (for example in Azkaban) because of him, Potter was also extremely popular, everyone idolized him and that itself was simply sickening.
Dumbledore, the Gryffindors, the Ravenclaws, the Hufflepuffs, all admired him: only the Slytherins seemed to have some sense and had reservations about the boy.

She felt that her House was right about its suspicions especially when she obediently tailed after Malfoy and Goyle – it became her habit to do so after their practices - and they somehow passed the Golden Trio in one of the corridors that led to the Slytherin Common Room.

Potter and Granger were minding their own business intelligently (Granger had her nose buried in a book as usual) and ignored the usual remarks from Malfoy intelligently.
The least bright third of the trio, Weasley, unlike his friends, noticed her and used his opportunity well when she passed him to knock her over.

She landed with soft thud right on her backside. It hurt.

She never understood why people like Granger and Potter hang out with Weasly. She still could not understand what did Millicent find charming on him.
Flora stared up unbelievingly at Ron Tough Bully Weasley, the secret crush of her best friend, who happened to knock her over intentionally, the very one, who quit smirking idiotically only after Granger's voice arrived clanging.

'Ronald Bilius Weasley!' she screeched. 'Aren't you ashamed of yourself? Apologize right now' she even tapped her feet.

If she had not known Granger did not believe in violence, Flora would have expected her to smash Weasley's head with her book.

Actually she would have expected Malfoy to smash Weasley's head (wasn't their relationship about making people believe they were together?- she asked herself), but apparently, His Majesty turned back only after hearing Granger's annoying scolding.

Potter was the first to act: he helped her up to her feet genlemanly.
Flora made herself a mental note to remind herself later that Potter, in fact, was a decent guy – messy hair or not.

'Get your filthy hands off her, Potter.' Malfoy stepped in finally, drawing his wand.

'Great timing, Knight in shining armor' she thought and stepped farther away from Potter.

On one hand, she did not want Malfoy to lose a chance at cursing him – she knew that would have improved his mood a lot. On the other hand, she did not want to be cursed accidentally. Not that she wanted to be cursed in any possible way.

Potter looked at Malfoy menacingly and Flora got the feeling that having them at the same corridor was not without any risks.

'Then perhaps you should take more care of your girlfriend, Malfoy.' Potter remarked coolly.

Flora could not help but agree with him. Not that she craved for Malfoy's attention, but the fact that Potter helped her instead of him – and there were witnesses, too – made it crystal clear for her that he did not care about her the slightest.

'She knows what real filth is since dating you' Weasley added from the side, right after Potter's remark.

'Very manly, Weasel.' She thought in herself, grimacing.
So typical.
Red only had the courage to talk nonsense standing behind Potter's back.
'Some Gryffindor, he is.'she mused.
She did not see what Millicent liked in him: Weasley was not only poor and foolish, but his nose was ridiculously long, too.

'I doubt your parents could pay the bills at St. Mungo's, so you better shut up, Weasley.' Malfoy scoffed at the interfering redhead. Flora admitted that Malfoy was not the wittiest one when it came to dealing with the Golden Duo.

'You should be thankful I don't Crucio you right here.' He continued the scolding.

Flora had to roll her eyes at that. His threats were not too valid, either.

At least Granger had some sense, holding back her two friends.

Flora eyed her beloved wearily.

'You touch her once again and you'll cry for the Dark Lord to find you.' Malfoy looked at Potter seriously, before storming away, yanking Flora behind him.

'We'll see each other on the field.' Potter's last words echoed int he corridor.

Decent or not decent, Potter apparently wasn't a witty one, either. And his hair was messy, too.
'All men are the same' Flora thought, trying to keep up with her furious other half.

-.-

'Did you enjoy when he touched you?' he hissed coldly, forcing Flora against the stone wall right after Goyle left.

'Are you jealous by any chance?' she mocked him as playfully as she could in that situation.

'I asked something, Prince.' He stepped closer, his face extremely tense. 'In your shoes I would hurry with the answer.'

Both Malfoy and the wall were cold, but at least the wall surely could not hurt her.
Malfoy had never been like that in front of her, so the situation was quite new to her.
For starters, she never noticed Malfoy was that strong. Her wrist was burning.
Second, he was cold, he was snobby, he was mean, but she had never seen his raging side an she did not know it would scare her like that.

'Yes, of course it was a heavenly feeling when Potter helped me up. In fact I asked Weasley to help me fell just to get Potter helping me.' She smiled tauntingly. Sometimes Malfoy was so dense that it hurt.

Well, it did hurt when his grasp on her shoulder tightened.

'It hurts, you idiot, let me go!' she demanded voicing her opinion.

'You will regret severely, if you lie to me, Flora.' He said silently, obviously indifferent to her wishes. 'I would feel sorry if you did not understand me. You're my girlfriend and a Malfoy's girlfriend won't mix with mud. Especially not with Potter's lot.' His grip tightened again, almost making her cry.

'You seem to forget that I'm not your girlfriend. Well, I'm your fake girlfriend. Temporary solution, let me say.' She pointed out and tried to step away, but his arm blocked her way.

'Fancying Potter isn't a good idea.' he remarked in a conversational tone ignoring her words, leaning so close that his lips nearly touched hers.

'Why? Cause you saw him first?' Flora whispered. Somehow the closeness of his lips made her feel strangely shy. 'I don't plan to mix with mud.' She added, trying to avoid his closeness without any success.

Moment by moment she felt less and less like making fun of him.

'I'm glad we got that clear.' His mouth twitched slightly, as if he had known that he intimidated and charmed her at the same time. 'Don't you have illusions, you're unimportant to me.' He leaned even closer, but Flora turned her head away just in time.

'If I'm that unimportant, now that everyone gets everything, you should let me go. I got plenty of homework to catch up on.' She said casually and really tried to think about her Potions homework that laid untouched in her bag.

'Well,' he whispered into her ear now softly, his breath warm against her neck 'why shouldn't I enjoy my girlfriend's presence for a little longer' He asked the rhetorical question, putting his hand on her waist possessively.

Malfoy's changing mood confused her. Thoughts of her Potions homework vanished completely.
Half minute ago he had been violent and from his voice she clearly knew that he was smirking now.
She was not intending to get her first kiss from a maniac, smirking Malfoy. Or a smirkless Malfoy.
Even though he was blonde, Malfoy did not have a role in her fairytale- like dreams. At all.

'Let. Me. Go.' Flora accentuated every word loudly, trying to push him away.

'Your wish is my command.' He said, doing the exact opposite of his words: he easily turned her head towards himself and for a long second just looked at her wordlessly.
In Flora's case the wordless silence was a breathless silence, too, for she did not dare to breathe even.
His eyes were a shade darker than usual, almost black and he seemed very serious.

After a few seconds passed from their staring match, somehow she ceased to feel that his grip on her right arm was painfully tight and that he was uncomfortably close.

His firm hold on her chin turned into a caress and when he finally leaned in to kiss her, she did not protest, just stood like a statue. A statue that closed her eyes, to be painfully honest.

'Mr. Malfoy, Miss Prince, I wouldn't have expected this from you two. Fiften points from Slytherin. ' The tormentingly familiar voice of Snape broke the silence of the corridor.

Flora did not know whether to be thankful or disappointed.

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