You and Draco Lucius Malfoy were never described as anything even close to friends, much less lovers.

I mean, come on, Draco was an arrogant bully who cared about no one but himself.

You on the other hand, were a caring gryffindor. Except to him. You always had your nose stuffed in books. But unlike Hermione, you read fantasy, thriller, action, fiction. That kinda stuff. And occasionally a book about astronomy or care of magical creatures.

Sure, Draco was cruel to Potter and his friends. And you were one of them. But he treated you the worst. Why? Maybe because you were muggle-born. Or because you were Remus Lupin's daughter. Who knows? But he was very cruel.

He made fun of you, shoved you, laughed about you with his friends, even went as far as calling you a mud-blood (basically a slur in the Wizarding world, saying you have dirty blood) and making stupid comments about your looks or body.

That's why it was so confusing when you were arguing in an empty hallway, him calling you all sorts of names, and suddenly kissing you.

His lips were warm, unlike his hands, which cupped the back of your neck and sent shivers down your spine. You couldn't help but kiss back. He tasted like mint and something else you couldn't recognize.

Til he pulled away, staying close, leaving you speechless, and even more surprised when he spoke.

"Youre a dirty fucking mudblood. Stay in your place." He responded, his tone sharp and cold as he glared ay you, as if he didn't initate a kiss a few moments ago. He spat out the slur, as if it were any other word. What the fuck is up with this dude?