Title: Total Opposites
Summary: I wanted her. I needed her. I could never have her though, because we were total opposites. We were two very different people.
Disclaimer: I sadly do not own Harry Potter or any of these characters, just the plot.
This is my first attempt at a fanfiction so please go easy on me. Well this is more like a ficlet but I hope you enjoy. Constructive criticisms are welcome and please review. If I have any grammar mistakes, then please tell me. I would truly appreciate it and I would love if you people reviewed. ^^
I looked out the window and stared at her below. She sat under the tree with her nose in another book. She was always reading something no matter what it was or where it was. She wore no makeup. She wore some weird muggle pants and a baggy shirt and yet she looked so delectable.
The wind blew and her curly locks fell upon her face. My hands ached to brush the locks off her face and touch her soft white skin. She quickly brushed the curl off her face and tucked it behind her ear. My gaze lowered to her smooth pale neck.
My fingers wanted to stroke her neck and stoke her in other places, as well. My lips yearned for her lips. I wanted her. I wanted to go down there and fuck her right there against the tree. I didn't care who saw.
I needed her like a drug. I wanted to touch her everywhere and kiss her everywhere. I wanted to put her perk little breasts in my mouth. I wanted my cock inside of her. I wanted to hear her moan and writhe underneath me. I wanted her to scream my name. I yearned for her.
I clenched my fist. A slow warm sensation started to grown at the pit of my stomach. I gritted my teeth and tried to stop the sensation but the sensation spread through my entire body till it made me shiver. I tried to stop lusting for her but I couldn't. No matter how hard I tried to ignore her the more I thought about her.
The way she moved. The way she laughed and talked. I loved the way she did everything. The way she furiously jots noted down in class when it wasn't even necessary.
I loved the way she would pout. Her lips would sort of pucker and I wanted to kiss them so bad. When she would sit during dinner, I snuck glances at her whenever I could. When she would have a crumb on her face I wanted to brushed off her face.
I didn't know what to do. This couldn't go on. Damn it! Why couldn't she be a pureblood? Why did she have to be a Muggle? Why did it have to be her? Why?
She had closed her book and now she lay against the tree looking off into the distant. She looked so serene. She looked happy.
I laughed to myself. She would never be happy if she were with me. We were two very different people. Muggle and Pureblood. Good and Bad.
She looked up at the window and caught me staring. Our eyes met for what felt like hours until she looked away. I let out my breath forgetting I was holding it. She gathered her books and looked back up at the window.
This time I looked away first. Yes, we were too different. It would never work. I was a Slytherin and she was a Gryffindor. I walked away from the window still in deep thought.
"Something wrong, Draco?" asked Pansy.
"No." I smiled. "Nothing at all" I said. We were total opposites. We were two very different people and sadly, that is how it will always remain.
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