Forbidden love
It started with a look, which quite simply stated changed their lives. It got to the point where they could not be in the same room as each other; for fear that the weaker would give in. Both of them were in denial, because their feelings were not allowed. Neither dared disobey the rules their parents had set since the day they were born. One was a Malfoy and the other a Weasley, two families that were by no means made to mix. It went against every thing they believed in yet she could still feel his gaze on her as they completed their head girl and boy duties.
She dared not look up when she felt his gaze, simply because she knew that this would lead to her giving in; being the first to crack. She tried to convince herself that what was happening around her was simply a figment of her imagination. That the looks, the running, the awkwardness and the softening of their lips and eyes around the edges of their sneers for each other. So she continued to dismiss it, until finally he pursued. The look in his eyes became an expression of hunger, of need. The feelings that they had both suppressed became apparent and yet she still ran. And she still denied. For many months they played the unbearable game of cat and mouse, until finally he had her cornered.
It was after midnight and she was just finishing her rounds when an arm grabbed her and pulled her into a cupboard. Her breath caught in her throat and her hand automatically went for her wand. As she drew it she spun around to face her supposed attacker and her arm went limp. The sheer anger of the head boy and Malfoy was unbelievable. She reminded herself of all the reasons why they could never happen. She reminded herself of two things: The first that she was a Weasley and that he was a Malfoy and the second that they were supposed to hate each other. She backed away from him because she could not control her shivering when she was close. Also the unbelievable heat coming off of him was enough to burn her. As she stumbled back two paces she backed into a wall and tried futilely to control her haphazard breathing.
The anger blazed in his eyes and he took a step closer. The small space in the closet was thrown into perspective when she realised that there was not even a foot between them. He became suddenly aware of the short space between them, but did not seem in the least bit bothered. In fact he used it to his advantage; he reached out and grazed his fingertips on his left hand over her arm. Her breath caught and she shivered, secretly revelling in the trail of fire he left in his wake. He seemed satisfied with the results of his experiment and came even closer to her. Now there was barely and inch between them and she tried to keep a level head. She tried to steady her breathing and remind her self of Malfoy and Weasley. However, it proved very hard to for her concentrate when he was this close. His body warmth was making her body tingle and she was sure that the sparks flying between them were not imaginary. Finally he took a deep breath and spoke, still seemingly very angry.
"You've been avoiding me." It was a statement of fact.
"So what if I have?"
"Don't treat me like I'm thick Rose. What's the problem? I know you feel it too. You squirm with pleasure when I even look at you. Why do you keep fighting it, I can't keep this up. It's killing me and I know that it's killing you too." He stopped and took a breath; slowly deliberately he jammed her between the wall and his body. Leaning in he grazed her ear lobe with his teeth and whispered in her ear "You can't deny it you're a shuddering wreck at my touch."
She raised her hand to his chest and slowly pushed him back, he was not expecting it and crashed into the opposite wall. Slowly, she took a measured step forward and stopped in front of him, casually she lent in and whispered in his ear "Just shut up and kiss me."
He grabbed her by the waist and manoeuvred her so that she was in between him and the wall. But he did not kiss her. He simply said "I've chased you now it's your turn" Before he left he kissed his way down her collar bone, leaving them both gasping for breath and wanting more.
"Scorpios, if I tell you something, will you give up this whole game of cat and mouse."
"No it's your turn to wait. As much as I want you right now you need the same intensity, as for what you have to tell me it will have to wait. Good bye Rose, it will happen but I need to know how strong your feelings are first. So be patient, my dear and good things will come of it."
As he walked away she knew that her family would disapprove but she did not care. She knew that all she had to do was convince him, she knew that things had just got all the more interesting. Their parents may have forbidden it from birth, but she would not give up now.