Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Harry Potter characters. They all belong to JK Rowling and Warner Bros. However, I do own this plot.
Love and Lust. Two simple concepts.
Love.
A short glance is all it takes. Looking straight into those sweet eyes that hold everything you ever wanted to know or feel. Your body is faint, yet excited. Your heart pounding so hard against your chest. The thought of it jumping out crosses your mind that is already being filled with a dizzy feeling. It automatically loses control, making you do stupid things and then wishing you never existed. The feeling of wanting to let out a scream, and then fall asleep. You feel hot and cold and all you want to do is grab your things, run up to your room and collapse on the bed, trying to control your breath. Deep in thought about one thing. Love.
Lust.
Longer glances are more common. Examining every part of the body but those deep eyes. The feeling that your heart is being torn into pieces and the sensation of needing an immense amount of pressure on your body, especially in places that you never gave a second thought to. Your arms dying to reach out and grab the person, pressing their body against yours and feeling their fast, even breath on your neck. Your throat is closed for any words to escape. The only thing that can escape is that person's name and a moan that shows how much you want them. The hotness makes you want to tear your clothes off, as well as the other person's. Yet, you are in total control. No girlish giggles. No squirms. Just the long glances and biting of the lip. Lust.
Now, how are they related? Also simple. Lust may turn into love, and love may just be lust. But is it possible to be in love with lust? Yes.
That is what she was. In love with lust. It was past the point of liking it. It was needing it. Walking down the hall, she would spot a boy and five minutes later, they were up against the wall, their lips pressing tighter together as their robes lay useless on the floor. Sometimes she would accept the same boy twice. At other times, once was all it took for the lust to disappear. After that, there was no point. No excitement. Love, she thought, was a childish thing. It belonged to pretty little girls who dream of Prince Charming on his white horse. No. Not me. Pansy Parkinson is immune to love.
Well, that is what she thought.
The truth came out shortly after the school year started. She has seen him everyday walking down the hall but somehow, she never really noticed him until he noticed her.
The look he gave her…lust. She felt it too as they crept into a corner and let the immense feeling take over them both. But it kept coming back. After a month…two months…three months…Is my heart beating faster? Are my palms sweaty? Why did I say 'no' this time?
What happened to the lust? What happened to the strong desire of bodies pressing against each other? Suddenly, she wanted to hold his hand. She wanted to lay down with his arms around her. She wanted to giggle like a young girl and write 'Mrs. Draco Malfoy' all over her notebook.
She had to face it. She was in love! The only problem was…he was in love with lust.
