An exercise on my present-tense writing!
Everything belongs to JK Rowling.
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Draco Malfoy is utterly annoyed. There is another drill going on, Hogwarts has been doing this sporadically ever since the rise of Voldemort became known. Did they really need to practice calmly heading to their dormitories while the Professors charmed protective barriers over them? The first years enjoy them because they got out of class, but to Draco Malfoy it was an annoyance, a waste of time. He knows they couldn't stop the Deatheaters if they did invade the castle. He is taking a piss when he hears the charmed voice of Dumbledore reverberate throughout the castle:
"Students a precautionary drill is now taking place, please return to your respective dormitories led by your house prefects immediately."
Dumbledore's message repeats as Draco groans, he shakes himself off and zips himself in. He leaves the bathroom, but washes his hands and inspects himself before. Draco isn't vain; he just controls how he presents himself. He doesn't want to hide out in his dormitory while the other Slytherins converse and socialize in the common room. It bothers him, being locked in his dormitory without being able to leave. He hates having no control.
He sees many students going one direction; so he decides to go the other. He adjusts his Slytherin tie more comfortably around his neck and walks down the empty corridor. Now the question was, what to do with his hour of free time?
His quandary answers itself once he turns the corner and sees Hermione Granger walking briskly ahead of him.
Damn, it's a sin for a mudblood to have an arse like that.
He thinks as he inspects her. His eyes trail down her black stocking covered legs. He thinks of how he would like to slowly peel them off to reveal her smooth skin underneath. He would also like to trail his mouth down them, leaving his pure-blooded kisses behind.
If she wasn't a mudbood, I would be on that like Goyle on a cupcake.
He closes his eyes and says, "Mmmm."
Granger hears this and turns sharply.
"Malfoy?" she questions and stops walking.
"Granger. I see you're ditching the drill. Tsk. Tsk. Those two baboons you call friends must be worried, I hear they can't function without you," he says as he walks toward her.
"Where are your baboons?" she retorts.
"In their respected cages."
"Oh well, you better get back to them."
"Nah."
Draco Malfoy stares at her and smirks. Yes, that smirk, he is absolutely positive how good he looks when he does it. Granger rolls her eyes.
"So you're going to follow me then?" she says.
"No, you just happen to be going the same direction I'm going." He pushes past her, reveling in the brief touch of their shoulders.
"You're a proper git, Malfoy."
"I'm just proper."
His lips curve up into a…smile? Yes, a brief smile, when he hears soft footsteps behind him.
"Where are you going?" she says. Draco notices her quick looksee to his lips and back to his eyes.
She wants me.
"Outside this damn castle. I need some fresh air," Draco responds.
"You can't! That's where I'm going."
"Then I guess we're going together."
I wonder if she likes my slicked hair. I quite like it.
They walk awkwardly side by side for a bit.
I gotta put this down in my diary, uh…journal I mean.
"Can't you just wait here for a bit until I get a head start? Then we wouldn't have to be in each other's presence," she says.
"Do you think you could order a Malfoy around like that? Pfft. Granger, you're a crazy, odd, bushy-haired, " Malfoy says and whispers at the end, "beautiful witch."
"What was that?" Granger asks.
"Nothing, now go away, you're bothering me," he responds, he actually wants her to stay, but he could never say that.
"I'm not going anywhere," Granger states as she crosses her arms and glares, and they continue to walk outside of the castle, down the steep steps that lead to Hagrid's hut.
Draco shrugs, Reverse psychology really does work. I have to tell her not to kiss me one day, and a 'seriously, do NOT touch my penis. Do not!'
Draco begins to chuckle at his thoughts. Granger notices.
"What's so funny, Malfoy?"
"Being in your presence humors me."
And also causes a certain part of my anatomy to harden. Just a bit! I can control myself.
"Then leave!" Granger pushes his shoulder. Draco pushes her back.
A little lower and to the left I could've touched her breast. That supple, perfect hand full of a breast.
"Haven't you heard that you have to know your enemy in order to defeat them?" Draco says.
"You're trying to know me?"
"Yes."
"In order to defeat me?" Granger raises her eyebrows.
Sexually defeat you, if you want me to be more specific. Maybe I should try to be, dare I say it, nice to her?
Draco Malfoy clears his throat, "You know its been drilled into to me, not to like you, but you're not that bad," he confesses.
Good job, Draco!
Granger cocks an eyebrow and stays silent; apparently she wants to hear more.
"You're the only person who can compete with me academically in this school, so that says something. Haven't you noticed I stopped calling you 'mudblood'?" he questions.
"I did," she responds, "and I've noticed how taciturn you've been lately."
"I prefer the word brooding," he says and adds, "So you've been watching me, Granger?"
"Yes, like you said, you gotta know your enemy in order to defeat them," she responds.
They reach the edge of the Forbidden Forest. Draco halts and Granger turns around.
"Scared, Malfoy?" she says as she unconsciously drags her fingertips down the length of her wand.
Draco gulps.
I'm scared of how turned on I'm getting by that.
"No, actually that's where I was going all along," Draco says.
I hope to see her Forbidden Forest, if you know what I mean. Draco thinks as he follows Hermione Granger.
A/N: Please review if you feel inclined. :)