Disclaimer: I do not own anything, and I never will, because J.K Rowling is lucky enough to be the owner of Harry Potter. All I do is play with what has been presented to me.
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He watched her walk back and forth in their common room, smiling in amusement as she muttered something to herself, one hand pushing away an errant curl, huffing loudly. The crackling fire made her pale skin glow, and he was once again taken back by the beauty she possessed. She was so beautiful, but she could never see it herself, always busy with books and those two dimwitted friends of her, Pothead and Weasel.
Every time he saw the three of them together, jealousy gripped his heart with its steel grip, leaving him flushed and angry; both at himself for reacting that way, and her for making him feel that way. He had always prided himself in his control, but then she just had to waltz her way into his life.
At the same time he couldn't help but love her, for her intelligence, her wit and kindness. Even her know-it-all attitude was endearing to him, though he had in the past found it to be a great annoyance.
He's not quite sure when the hate that he'd held for her, both for her impure blood and her bossy attitude had turned into love, but somehow she'd gotten to him and turned him into an obsessive, love-sick fool.
"Malfoy, are you even listening to me?" Her voice interrupted his thoughts, and he turned his grey eyes towards her, his intense gaze taking in her flushed face and sparkling brown eyes, which were currently narrowed in a glare. Oh, how he wanted her in his bed, writhing in pleasure and screaming his name.
"Why would I? You are nothing but a filthy Mudblood." For the first time in his whole life, Draco Malfoy felt guilt, as he saw how much his rude comment had hurt her, as tears gathered in her eyes, but as the brave Gryffindor that she is, she sucked it up, and the fire in her eyes burned holes into his. He couldn't wait until she was his, and his she would be.
"If that's enough, I would like to go to bed now. I've had enough of your insolent chatter." With that he rose from the armchair he'd been residing in, his muscled frame overpowering hers, and as she watched him, all he wanted to was to take her in his arms and ravish her.
Patience, she will be yours.
"No! Stop acting like a prat, and listen to me for once! I'm tired of your superior I'm-holier-than-thou attitude, and I want you to stop acting like you own this place, because face it Malfoy, I belong here just as much as you do and…" But she got no longer in her rant, because he pushed his lips upon hers, his fingers tangling in that lovely mess of hair, dragging her even closer. She was frozen in place, and he slowly moved his lips down her jaw, nipping the sensitive spot behind her ear, biting hard enough to leave a mark.
She started to struggle against him, and he inched back, a smirk plastered on his face as he took in her ruffled hair, her clothes messy from being pushed against his chest, and her eyes closed, cheeks turning a bright red.
"Goodnight Granger." He sauntered up the stairs to his room, glancing at her from the corner of his eyes, and they were glittering in amusement as he saw her touch her lips, a shocked expression on her face.
You will be mine, my dear.
A/N: I tried to make it longer, but it would've just been too cheesy at the moment, so it will be a short one-shot.
