I honestly don't know where this came from, and it actually kind of disturbs me that I wrote this.
Warnings: Weird, creepy, masochistic relationship ahead. I'm sorry.
He supposed you could call it an obsession. He couldn't help it; she was always just there, hovering on the edge of his conscience, egging him on. He craved her attention, her angry words and furious glares. The furious red tinge that rose across her cheeks, that was his.
And then he said it. Mudblood. The word fell from his lips like poison, and he reveled in her expression, the fear and anger and hurt that rolled off of her in waves as she recoiled. It was him and him alone who could elicit such emotion from her. Who needed laughter and careless smiles when he could have this, the pain and the tears she tried to hide behind barbed retorts and hard fists?
He caught her just once, hidden away in an empty classroom. He needed to get away, to escape the expectations and pressure to be perfect, Pure-Blooded Malfoy. Be poised, be cold, be uncaring even as the glares burned holes straight through him and the only thing keeping him sane half the time is the fact that he could make them hurt. And the wretched, heart-breaking sobs echoed through the room even as she bolted up from where she sat in the back corner, wand ready and a jinx on the tip of her tongue. Eyes wide and red-rimmed, deep brown met mercury and they were both frozen. He could do it, he could spit venom and ice, see the salty tears pour down her cheeks and know that it was because of him. His words, her emotions, and both caught in the throes of sick twisted passion.
"What now?" she whispered, voice high, strained, shaking as she forbade the tears from falling. "What do you want, Malfoy?!"
You, he almost replied, the single syllable set to fall immediately. She was his, his to keep, to have. He loved her tears because she would never smile for him; fought for her anger because she could never be happy with him. But he stepped closer and felt her warm breath puff against his throat. Like the snake he was classed with, he curled and slithered around her, trapping her and leering in closely. He spoke quietly, hissing through his teeth as she bared imagined fangs defiantly.
He stepped away, turning and striding stiffly out, leaving her frozen. Tears she couldn't feel ran silently down her face as she took a single step after him because he was cold, and she was empty, but when they fought there was fire.
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