A sigh passed through the blonde slytherin's lips as he ran a hand through his shaggy hair. Cold grey-blue eyes clouded with confusion as he stared towards an invisible figure against the wall.
/ Granger, Granger, Granger.. /
'Dear gods what had that mudblood done to herself? How did she become so..'
/ I won't say it. I won't say it. /
'..beautiful.' Even though she always was adorable before. The way her cute little freckled nose scrunched up when Weasley hurled slugs. His eyes narrowed. He was angry, no, furious with himself. A pureblood like himself, finding a mudblood like her beautiful.
/ God the mere sight of her..she was breathtaking. /
He sighed once more. It's true, there were many beautiful girls at Hogwarts. All different varieties. Blondes, Brunettes, red-heads, short, tall. Personally Draco had always preffered dark haired girls..but never had he come across a girl that affected him as much as Granger did. To any other guy, she might just appear boring and simple. But to Draco..she was a goddess. He swallowed hard. Everytime he got close to her, he could hear his heart pounding in his ears. His palms would get sweaty. He scoffed in disgust.
" You're pathetic, Malfoy. " He said aloud, breaking the silence in his room. He could feel the stress building up. That stupid mudblood had occupied his thoughts for long enough. He had to get her off his mind. In a flutter of black robes, Draco stormed out of his room and down the stairs. And past the common room without even one word to his fellow pupils. He even ignored the cries of Crabbe and Goyle. 'Stupid fools, what were they up to now?' Walking frantically through the corridors, his eyes were cast downwards. One look at the many unoccupied broom closets and his mind would immediately be filled with vivid fantasies of pinning Granger against the wall and fucking her senseless. He gritted his teeth. Draco Malfoy was not supposed to be this weak, feel this inferior. But he wanted her so bad, he had never wanted anything this much in his life.
/ Oh, if only she.. /
His thoughts were cut short when he fell backwards, landing hard on his bottom. His brow knitted in aggravation, he looked up, ready to beat the bloody hell out of whoever dared to knock him down. His face seemed to pale even more than the usual milky white tone of his skin when he saw the figure before him. Thin lips slightly parted, as if he wanted to say something, but the words wouldn't come out. Finally, the figure spoke.
" It's you. "
/ Granger, Granger, Granger.. /
'Dear gods what had that mudblood done to herself? How did she become so..'
/ I won't say it. I won't say it. /
'..beautiful.' Even though she always was adorable before. The way her cute little freckled nose scrunched up when Weasley hurled slugs. His eyes narrowed. He was angry, no, furious with himself. A pureblood like himself, finding a mudblood like her beautiful.
/ God the mere sight of her..she was breathtaking. /
He sighed once more. It's true, there were many beautiful girls at Hogwarts. All different varieties. Blondes, Brunettes, red-heads, short, tall. Personally Draco had always preffered dark haired girls..but never had he come across a girl that affected him as much as Granger did. To any other guy, she might just appear boring and simple. But to Draco..she was a goddess. He swallowed hard. Everytime he got close to her, he could hear his heart pounding in his ears. His palms would get sweaty. He scoffed in disgust.
" You're pathetic, Malfoy. " He said aloud, breaking the silence in his room. He could feel the stress building up. That stupid mudblood had occupied his thoughts for long enough. He had to get her off his mind. In a flutter of black robes, Draco stormed out of his room and down the stairs. And past the common room without even one word to his fellow pupils. He even ignored the cries of Crabbe and Goyle. 'Stupid fools, what were they up to now?' Walking frantically through the corridors, his eyes were cast downwards. One look at the many unoccupied broom closets and his mind would immediately be filled with vivid fantasies of pinning Granger against the wall and fucking her senseless. He gritted his teeth. Draco Malfoy was not supposed to be this weak, feel this inferior. But he wanted her so bad, he had never wanted anything this much in his life.
/ Oh, if only she.. /
His thoughts were cut short when he fell backwards, landing hard on his bottom. His brow knitted in aggravation, he looked up, ready to beat the bloody hell out of whoever dared to knock him down. His face seemed to pale even more than the usual milky white tone of his skin when he saw the figure before him. Thin lips slightly parted, as if he wanted to say something, but the words wouldn't come out. Finally, the figure spoke.
" It's you. "