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Glimpse.
She spun around, eyes flashing dangerously,
"Don't you dare Draco Malfoy, don't you even think about it! You don't know me at all if that's how you thought you should've acted!" She narrowed her eyes at him, and he winced.
Suddenly she swung her hand back and thrust it towards him, putting as much force into it as possible. His eyes darkened as his reflexes snapped into action – he caught her wrist and pulled it harshly to his chest, pulling her along with it. The tension crackled as she locked gazes with him – still holding her wrist whilst she struggled to free it. The blood pounded in his head, a rush of feeling he hadn't felt for a long time. He narrowed his eyes.
"Do you honestly think that I would do that? Do you really trust those… gossiping whores more than me? How could you! Do you not know me at all?" He practically spat the words to her, feeling the fury boil in his blood. She blinked, and looked right at his face, which was merely inches from her own. His mouth was set in a stern line, and she suddenly felt the pit of her stomach lurch towards the ground in guilt. She lowered her eyes to gaze at her feet.
He partly relinquished the grip on her wrist, and simply stared at her. She snatched it back and backed up slightly out of sheer nervousness. She had never seen this side of him before. Each step was deliberate, and carefully edged with a bitter sense of calmness that left her reeling. The evenness of his tone coupled with the darkness swirling around him frayed her nerves even more. She could see the concentration in his face – the locked muscles in his jaw; his gritted teeth; his predatory tread. He was furious.
And that scared her.
Hermione swallowed thickly, the cool stonewall pressed up against her back, realising she could edge no further. He continued to tread ever closer as her hands scrabbled furiously for an escape route, but finding only solidity in the structure. He came to a halt in front of her, placing his hands on the wall behind her.
One by her head, the other by her waist. She was caged in.
Swallowing again, she attempted to push him away, knowing in her heart that it was futile. He simply sneered at her, and she swore he could feel her heart thumping away in her chest.
"Scared, Hermione?" She shook her head defiantly. He pressed closer still. "Oh really?" He looked at her quizzically and she flushed. His gaze hardened again, and Hermione shrank back slightly.
He suddenly reared back, as if realising what he was doing. His eyes were wide – simply staring at her. Then, with a murderous glare he turned around and stormed out. His footsteps echoed in her eyes as her heartbeat finally slowed, and the blood stopped rushing around her body. Grasping the wall, she slid slowly to the ground.
And began to cry.
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16/04/10