It was the second time she had done this to him, the second time she had run into him and the term had begun only a week ago. Stupid careless thing... damn her! He wanted to throw an insult at her, hurt her, punish her for the effect she was having on him.
He made to say something about her intelligence, but knew it was ridiculous. Having been informed by many that she was the one of the brightest witches in their year, (bar Hermione Granger of course, who was unnaturally clever), brighter than him certainly, though he did not want to admit it.
He turned to criticise her attire. But found there was nothing to say, the clothes she wore... were made for her. They were girly yes, yet not insulting to his eyes. Nothing like the frills and obnoxious pinks Pansy wore assuming she had the upper hand in muggle fashion. No, looking at Sophia, he realised how wrong Pansy really was... her flawless hourglass shape fit perfectly into his arms where he had caught her... and he took a moment to admire every inch of her... no! He must focus! What was wrong with him?
No no, what was wrong with her! How dare she? She of all people! In league with the golden trio! He gave an involuntary shudder, causing his silky blonde hair to fall gently across his eyes; brushing the stray strands away slightly impatiently he turned to look at her once again with his clouded grey eyes. He was slightly shocked and amused to find her gazing up at him fearfully, not daring to move from his grip. Smirking at the effect he had on her, he gripped her more tightly pulling her closer and watched again how her eyes widened even more in fright.
However, if he didn't insult her, he would lose his reputation which he had worked so hard to gain. Ah! Her appearance maybe? Astonishingly, words failed him as he took in her chocolate brown hair with hazelnut highlights. Her big eyes... the size of the moon... widened even more in fear. The flecks of gold which danced in them enchanted him. Her golden tan skin seemed to glow and her pink lips curved into a natural, definite pout. She was breathtaking. Maybe the most beautiful girl in their year? He couldn't think straight now.
He was becoming lost, immersed in her beauty. He didn't want to move for fear of the bouncing gold in her eyes disappearing... they were overpowering. Finally, with all the strength he could gather, his thoughts rested upon his ultimate and only weapon; she was a mudblood. Smirking, he opened his mouth to speak, when suddenly his voice caught in his throat, the harsh words died on his tongue. Breathing deeply, he let out the only word he could muster;
"Hi..."
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