Written for the Het-astic Drabble-Athon Competition
Prompt 1; Pretty
Written for the Scrabble Challenge
Prompt; left
Great Merlin, he actually found the Mudblood pretty.
He wasn't sure what exactly caused him to come to this conclusion, perhaps he had taken one too many bludgers to the head during practice. All he knew was that one moment he was sneering at the witch beside him and the next he found himself unable to tear his gaze away from the insistent nibbling of her bottom lip.
Potions class had started out as usual, Snape docking points and ridiculing the Gryffindors while favoring his own House. He'd been seated between Crabbe and Goyle, sniggering as the latter kicked the back of Longbottom's chair repeatedly while the blubbering fool tried determinedly to ignore them. After several minutes of this the witch beside him had finally seemed to have enough.
She spun around in her seat, hair bristling like an angry cat. "Oh, would you grow up already!" She hissed, attracting the attention of several classmates whom looked on in growing interest.
Draco straightened in his seat, the smirk on his face replaced by a nasty scowl. "Mind your own bloody business, Granger."
Before she could answer, Snape had decided since they had so much to talk about, it would be prudent to pair them together for the classroom assignment.
They worked in bitter silence, speaking only when absolutely necessary, and even then their words were callous and to the point. He would have been content ignoring her for the remainder of the hour but her elbow nudged his arm as she wrote, again, and his quill left a streak of ink across his parchment. Draco knew it was an accident, Granger was left handed and was bound to bump into him sitting so close, but the action grated on his already frayed nerves. He turned to snap at her but found himself coming to a horrifying realization.
Her hair was pulled back into a messy bun, no doubt to keep that monstrosity out of her face as she worked. It gave him a clear view of her profile, her flawless ivory skin that looked soft as silk. Her button nose dusted with freckles, full lips, and long lashes that swept across her cheeks whenever she blinked. Her tongue stuck out slightly in concentration and Salazar help him if he didn't find it just a little endearing.
She was by no means the most gorgeous witch he'd ever seen, but in that moment, despite everything he'd been raised to believe, she was beautiful to him. Granger's book slammed shut and she sent him one last icy glare before departing.
The sounds of chairs scraping and papers shuffling registered in his ears, but he was rooted to his spot, poor brain still trying to process the strange turn of events. Mudblood or not, he wanted her. And Draco Malfoy was not one to deny himself of what he desired.
His father would most certainly not be pleased.