Chapter One: Hopeless Desire

"She will be mine," Draco hissed under his breath as he paced anxiously around the Slytherin Common Room, sweat gathering on the creases of his palms. "I will have her!"

The clock's hands were just peeking at 12:00 A.M.. Malfoy was one of the few Slytherins left in the overly green and silver room. A few of the others were sneaking glances at Draco over their books, but they turned away as his eyes scanned over them in a sinister glare.

After Malfoy had been pacing for at least an hour, his closest friend Blaise Zabini got up from his lounging chair and leaned against the closest wall to Draco. His dark skin blended him fairly well with the shadows of the room, but his stainless white teeth were perfectly visible in his trademark smile.

"Who, Drake? Who on Earth could you, of all people, want?" Blaise said casually with an eyebrow raised, his arms crossed against his fit chest. Draco spun around to meet him; his gray eyes were alit with fury, with no exception to this - even to his closest friend.

"Isn't it obvious?" He growled, fists clenching in an attempt to control his anger. Blaise shrugged, waiting for him to go on. Draco didn't hesitate.

Through the shadows, he crept closer to Blaise until they were eye-to-eye, nose-to-nose…Draco's face was distorted with a mixture of emotions; anger, rage, jealousy, and a desire he seemed unable to fulfill.

"That Granger girl, you stupid git!" Malfoy seethed through his clenched teeth, breathing hot air down Blaise's muscled neck.

At first, Blaise began to chuckle as if Draco was joking. But when Malfoy didn't smirk, or even laugh, his mouth gapped. "Oh…oh no. Drake, quit pulling my leg. You…you've got to be kidding."

Draco looked as if he were about to punch in his best friend's face.

"You're serious, then?"

Hesitantly, Malfoy nodded, though his temper did not once fault. His gray eyes remained locked with Zabini's.

Blaise stared in disbelief for at least a minute before his eyes flickered around the room, his mouth trying desperately to form words, but to no success. He simply stood there, mouth agape.

Malfoy's eyebrows furrowed as his gray eyes pierced through Blaise, waiting for him to accept the fact. Short tempered as he was, however, he couldn't take more than ten minutes of Blaise's drooping jaw, and slapped it together.

"Ouch!" Cried Blaise, quickly covering his jaw with his hand as if he expected to be struck again. "What was tha-…I'm sorry, Drake. I, er…well, you can get any girl, can't you, mate? Granger isn't any different. Just…you know, win her over. It'll, erm, be a snap. Yeah, a snap," Draco didn't look convinced, but he did most definitely look irritated.

"I'm not going to be able to get this Granger girl alone, Blaise," Draco said, his lips beginning to curl into a sly smirk. He clapped one of his pale hands on Blaise's stiff shoulders. Blaise's fake smile had quickly faded. Sure, he was a flirt…but no, oh no, he flat-out refused to get a girl's attention if it wasn't for himself. He shook his head defiantly.

"Hell no, Draco! You're not getting me to do anything. Do it yourself, Drake," Blaise said as he straightened up on the wall.

Malfoy chuckled.

"Oh yes, yes you are, Blaise. We've been friends since we were little. And friends help each other, right? That's what you always say," Grinning, Draco murmured with his eyebrows raised curiously. Blaised bit his lip…that was something he often used on Draco. Of course, it just had to come and bite him in the ass in the end.

Hey everyone! Thanks oodles for reading. :) This is my first HP fanfiction, and since I'm new I'd love reviews and critique (good and bad). This is, of course, just the first chapter. I'll be continueing it soon! Enjoy. ^^