Y/N POV

I am so sick of the stereotypes at this school and I'm so sick of that ferret who walks around this school and thinks he owns it. He must have confused me with his other whores who do what he says wherever and whenever he wants. No, I'm not a slut and I'm not just some girl that can be broken by some words from stupid boys who consider themselves superior to anyone.

I'm not planning on losing that silly bet to Malfoy and as much as I don't care about titles and names, I am an Aveline and I showed him that before and I'll show him again. Where does he find the audacity to come and lecture me about who I belong to?

The Yule ball is approaching and I'm more than happy to be going with Cedric. Even though the egoistic people at school want to use me for my body, I will not allow it. I have had tough times in France and I cannot say that my mother made things easier for me, but I will not be anybody's toy again. My history with my mom is not brilliant. I hate her for what she says and does to me. I hate her for ruining my childhood, for trying to ruin my relationship with my father. But now it's time to learn to leave them in the past. I won't let my mom mess with my new life at Hogwarts.

She is a weakness, my weakness and I can't tolerate having weaknesses.

"I really love how the sun shines today, its like it's singing to the moon whose too shy to come out just yet" said a soft voice beside me. It wasn't hard to guess who it was looking at the bright blonde curls of the person.

"Oh hello there Luna" I said. I was glad to see a friendly face after my energy being consumed by Professor Snape in Potions.

"Y/N, I'm glad I saw you today. I heard about the things they were calling you the other day. I just wanted to make sure you're alright"

I was surprised. Yes I talked to Daphne and Astoria about the boys. But someone actually being concerned about my well being was something I haven't seen or felt in a long time.

"Yes I'm alright thank you for asking, their words don't bother me you know." I said with a smile.

"I'm glad but you know you can talk to me? You know what they say; There is no greater power than that of the sun, the moon and a woman who knows her worth."

"Nicole Lyones." I replied and with that we walked through the garden and I felt safe.

When I entered the classroom nobody was there yet. I was 15 minutes early. I needed to organize my books and finish my study schedule before the day ended. I paid great attention to my classes and I was planning on getting the highest grades this year. Students normally go nuts to get the highest grades and keep their families happy and proud but that wasn't my situation. Yes I had a significant name and an honor to maintain. However I didn't do this for my hating mother to be proud of me. This was for me, my name and my future.

I sat down in one of the backmost empty desks and put my books on my table. Right when I was about to open my book and browse through the chapters I marked in the earliest class. I felt a tall figure behind me.

"1637" said the voice behind me in an icy cold voice.

I knew who that cold voice belonged to before I even turned around.

"Pardon me?" I said.

"That question you left blank, when was the Werewolf Code of Conduct developed? The answer is 1637." he said as he sat down slowly and comfortably on the chair next to me. As if we didn't bet on who would quit before and plead with the other, as if we didn't hated each other.

"Not that it's any of your business, It wasn't blank, I marked it to do it today"

"Well it is an easy question, It's not that I think you're smart or anything but any wizard who isn't stupid can do that question "

"Why do you care anyway"

"You think really highly of yourself to actually consider that I care about you or anything about you. Pathetic." he said emphasizing the word pathetic.

"You don't get to come to this classroom, approach me from behind, sit next to me when the entire classroom is empty and answer to some question in my book and then have the audacity to call me pathetic."

"Don't be shy Draco, if you want to beg for me that much, be my guest." I said.

"Watch that fucking attitude of yours. I couldn't care less about your poor childhood trauma or your mommy issues. Be careful with how you talk to me."

"Je ne mendierais jamais à une sale salope comme toi."
[I would never never beg to a filthy slut like you]

"C'est tout ce que tu peux inventer, dire les mêmes conneries encore et encore"
[That's all you can come up with huh, saying the same bullshit over and over again]

"Je suis désolé pour toi" [I feel sorry for you] I said.

The disgust and disdain in his eyes slowly turned into hatred and anger. He looked furious and that look sent shivers down my spine. He got up from his chair and threw it aside.

He grabbed my arm hardly and pressed me against the wall and choked my throat enough to take my breath away. I couldn't move because of the pressure his body was making against mine. He was holding me so tightly that I couldn't move an inch.

"Fais attention à ta langue et à ton attitude avec moi."
[Be careful with your language and your attitude with me]

"Encore une erreur de ta part et je te ferai le regretter."
[One more mistake from you and I'll make you regret it.]

"Now chérie, nod if you understand." He said tightening his grip on my throat.

My face was starting to get red. I could hardly breath. He didn't move an inch, not giving me an escape to leave. I slowly nodded.

He slowly let go of my throat. My eyes were filled with tears. I put my hands on the red marks of my throat caused by the clenching.

"I fucking hate you" I yelled, but my throat was still sore so it didn't sounded like a shout.

"Believe me, our feelings are mutual." he said as he stormed out of the room leaving me in the empty classroom with tears in my eyes.