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Author's Note 12/14/15: LonelyGlacier has asked to translate this story into Chinese!
He feels a sickness in his stomach when he sees her in the corridors. It rips its way up through his body, clawing at his throat until he lets it out in the form of a burning insult, throwing it at her in an attempt to make the feeling vanish.
He makes a point to never stare at her, though the urge to do so nearly overwhelms him. On the few times he gives in, he finds Pansy and tries to drive out the image of the red-headed girl with her body.
It never works.
His attraction to her only makes him hate her more. He's never quite sure whether he wants to kiss her or kill her.
He is disgusted with himself when he realizes he spends more time thinking of her than he does anything else. He is even more disgusted when he cannot control himself any longer and thinks of her as he takes himself in his hand.
One day it becomes too much for him to bear. He finds her in a darkened hallway well past midnight and makes his move, shoving her against the wall and kissing her hard.
He is surprised to find her responding to his roughness in kind. When he bites her lip hard enough to draw blood, she moans and yanks at his hair, pulling out a few strands.
He fucks her against the cold stone wall, finally allowing himself to stare at her. That feeling in the pit of his stomach lessens with every noise she makes.
She makes no attempt to stifle herself, crying out his name again and again in a way that simultaneously makes him clamp his hand over her mouth and thrust against her even harder. He bites his lips to prevent himself from saying her name as he comes. It comes out as a bitten off groan that makes her laugh in his face.
They exchange insults as they straighten their robes. There's a glint in her eye that wasn't there before.
They meet again the next night.