Detention
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A/N: ONE-SHOT BINGE! :D
I can't believe I gave in again. And we are here again. This room is so familiar to me now, as is he. The only benefit to these…minor inconveniences is that they give me an opportunity to study him. At first I was sure I was doing it only to be aware of any possible attack, but lately… Lately I have noticed the way his unkempt hair falls into his eyes, the soft curve of his lips. His eyes are his most captivating feature, however. And when he turns those emerald orbs to me I can't concentrate. At all. I do believe I'm falling for him, which is utterly ridiculous, of course. I mean, we're enemies, right? He just caught me staring at him…a question in his gaze. At least it wasn't anger, or hatred. I'm tired of his anger and hate. I know, I do everything to deserve it. But if he wasn't so infuriating… Hell. He's not infuriating. Even now, as he drums his fingers against the desk in a gentle rhythm, he is not aggravating. It's the fact that I want him and can't have him that makes me mad, I suppose. He's looking at me now, his lips slightly parted, a small wrinkle between his eyebrows as he frowns at me. Oh God…I don't think I can take much more of this. I can see his lips move as he whispers 'Malfoy?' …did I hear hope in his voice? I know it's foolish but I'm moving now, pressing my lips to his, and he's responding. Oh God…
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I need to stop rising to the bait he lays out before me, but I can't seem to help it. He makes me so mad. He is egotistical and thoughtless and… And he is gorgeous. He is the most gorgeous person I have ever seen. But he hates me. I am…almost sure he does. Were it just interactions in the halls I would believe that to be true. But in here…in this room I have seen him watching me, his grey eyes softening with…desire? I can't read him. But I want him anyway. I want to run my hands through his hair, and feel his lips on mine, on me, and to hold him and have him. I want him to be mine. He's watching me again… This time I won't let it go. Does he want me or not?
'Malfoy?' I whisper hopefully.
Oh God, he's coming towards me and his lips are on mine and it's everything I imagined and more. It's perfect. Oh God…