((Should I put in a bit of a language warning? Probably. XD

And the back story on Adrienne so you don't have to read the bio: she's the girl who Dom fell for before Kaige, back when he lived at home. He went to Hogwarts for a year without her and then she registered and they sort of picked up where they left off, except they were older so hormones came into play. Then she discovered that he was by far not the richest boy in the school, even though he was the richest boy she knew back home, and dumped him in as publically humiliating a manner as possible, when they were both 15. And she's a bitch. The end.))

The library was supposed to be a quiet place, which was exactly what Dominic had been going for when he’d gone in – he had no real objection to noise, except that it was other people who made it, but some days even he needed a little peace and quiet. In this case, he needed peace and quiet because he was studying, and because if he heard a certain people’s annoying voices he was going to end up smashing his face into a wall and ruining his dashing good looks. Or something like that. In any case, he’d gone into the dining hall and almost walked over Cat Yates, which had resulted in Cat Yates talking. When he’d finally managed to get rid of her by threatening to curse her skin purple, he’d gone to the courtyard, spotted Francis Snowden, and turned around abruptly, because Snowden probably wouldn’t take a hint like Yates would. He didn’t want to deal with professors, and it was too cold outside to sit around for an extended period of time, so he decided to try his luck in the library. If worse came to worse, he could practice his silent spell casting.

Dom settled himself at one of the tables in the far corner of the library and spread his schoolbooks out so that no one would sit down near him, assuming they were stupid enough to even try. Most of the younger students would avoid him just because he was seventeen, and the more experienced ones would avoid him because he was seventeen, Slytherin, and Dominic Coleman. He would have avoided himself if he could. It wasn’t that he was scary, or willing to curse whoever crossed him the wrong way unless they were too stupid to take a hint (aka Cat), but he definitely didn’t make himself a pleasant person to be around.

He had just started to actually properly read his charms textbook, trying to figure out what the author meant by an ‘elaborate twisting of the wrist followed by a backwards flick’ – it sounded like he’d break his arm trying to cast the spell – when he felt someone’s hand brush around his shoulder, twining around his neck and into the hair at the base of his neck, and then saw them sit down beside him. He knew instantly that it wasn’t Kaige, because she probably would have pounced on him, and didn’t bother to look up when the girl sitting next to him practically purred, “Hello, Dominic.” He tried not to stiffen, and failed, but he didn’t look up from the book to look at the girl sitting next to him. She paused, her fingers continuing to twine in his hair in a deceptively intimate motion, and then she continued, “Or should I say – what does that Bennett girl call you? ‘Dommikins’?” He could practically hear the sneer in her voice.

He continued to focus on his textbook, but after a particularly sharp twist of her fingers in his hair, Dominic said grudgingly, “Hello, Adrienne.” He jerked his head away from her and shrugged his shoulders, unsuccessfully trying to dislodge her arm. Finally, he looked away from his book, his expression as carefully neutral as he could make it. “I’m trying to work, so fuck off.” She pulled her arm away as if stung, but he didn’t bother to gloat at the hurt look that passed over her face. She’d said worse to him.

“Excuse me?” she said, putting a hand over her heart dramatically. She paused a moment to wait and see if he was watching, and then flipped her thick brown hair over her shoulder, green eyes narrowing dangerously when he ignored her entirely. She put her arm back on his shoulder, folding it over and resting her chin against it, as if she was still interested in him as something more than a being to humiliate in as many was as she could think of. He shrugged his shoulder again but she jabbed her elbow into it, so he stopped. “What happened to the oh-so-clever-and-witty comebacks I’m used to hearing from you? ‘Fuck off’ is a bit simplistic, don’t you think?” Somehow, her other hand ended up on his leg, like she needed it there for balance, and he peeled it away with a disgusted twist of his lips. Seriously, he was taken, and she’d made it clear that she had absolutely no interest in him. What was she trying to do? Prove that she could still get under his skin? That was hardly a secret.

“There’s no point in wasting any energy on you,” Dominic snapped and pulled away from Adrienne so hard he nearly fell off of the chair. He reached forward to start gathering his books but she put a hand on his forearm to stop him. He stared at the hand for a moment before looking up at her. “Like I said, I’m trying to work, which is a little difficult when you won’t shut up. So if you don’t leave, I will.” She pouted at him and he reached for the next one of his textbooks across the table. He had to half stand up to do so, and she took advantage of his balance – or lack thereof – to put her arm back around his shoulder and pull him back down, her fingers back twisted in his hair. She held on more tightly, though, and when he tried to stand up pulled her hand back so he couldn’t without risking a serious amount of pain. Dominic let out of a frustrated breath, but stopped moving. “What the hell are you doing?”

“Well,” she said, tapping her mouth with the index finger of her other hand. “I was trying to talk to you, but you decided that you weren’t in the mood for a little friendly conversation...”

“Adrienne,” Dominic said, struggling to keep his voice even. “You’re pulling my hair and trying to feel me up, even though I’ve told you I’m not interested in breathing the same air as you. You don’t have friendly conversations with anyone, and if you seriously expect me to believe you, you’re an idiot. I said it before, and I’m going to say it again – fuck off.” She wrenched her hand backwards but he resisted, gritting his teeth and looking back down at his still open textbook. If she wasn’t going to leave, he was going to ignore her, and hope that she grew bored shortly, because his temper was beginning to wear thin.

Adrienne leaned into him, reading over his shoulder for a moment, and then said, “What, are they expecting you to break your arm to cast the stupid spell?” He rolled his eyes and didn’t answer.