Author's Note: Yeah. So I figured I needed to write something. This load of drabble sprouted forth. My very first HP fic. I really think the relationship between the two characters in question is extraordinarily interesting. I felt the need to, like so many others before me, examine it further.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters created by the marvelous J.K. Rowling.
BURNING
She studies in the library when all others have left.
He watches with flashing eyes in the darkness.
She giggles down the hallway with her friends.
He pretends to give her a glare so that he has some excuse to stare at her in fascination and wonder.
She holds hands with Weasley.
He clenches his fists.
She hit him once. Hard, too.
And he ran from her, in shock and in fear. He ran until he thought his lungs would burst. Because he realized something awful. Because it was in that moment that he realized:
"Granger is not an ugly chipmunk."
He tried to get it out of his head for days. Then weeks, and then, gradually, months. Longer than he could remember. It was unceasing. That spot on his face--where she had hit him--it stung for months.
Unceasing.
She glares at him in the hallway.
He smirks wryly, making her hate him even more.
She grows up, shapes up, and those huge teeth of hers suddenly seem to fit her face.
He scoffs at her.
She kisses Weasley on the lips in between classes, and that stupid redhead blushes as if there is no tomorrow.
He growls in the back of his throat, silent to all others.
She gets the right answers in class and smiles proudly.
He calls her awful things.
Like that will help him at all. Help him clear her out of his mind.
"Granger is not an ugly chipmunk."
He gets girlfriends.
She stays with Weasley.
He gets kissed by Patty Parkinson in broad daylight.
She rolls her eyes when she catches him staring.
It makes him crazy. How she can just hate him so much. There's not even the tiniest bit of her that wants to give him a chance.
His mother finally dies.
She doesn't offer sympathy.
He hexes Potter.
She screams at him for being so awful.
He stops.
And he can't quite figure out why.
"Malfoy, you deserve to die!"
She hates him.
And he hates her, too.
He does.
He does...
Closing Notes: I like the bit of denial at the end. What did you think? Hit me up, dude!
