Round One
Oh, it was dangerous
This game they were playing
They were both too smart
Too clever
And yet
I was sure I would win
She was clever
But I had none of her silly little 'morals'
To the casual observer it would have seemed innocent
Childlike, even
The rules were simple
The lines were clear
Hermione hated Draco. Draco hated Hermione.
I smirked to myself
I would never say it aloud, but in my mind she was
Hermione
I wonder when that transition had occurred
When the change from
Enemy
To
…Something Else
Had occured
The rules had been abandoned
And the lines blurred
I blame her eyes
Not that I've been looking at her eyes
A new round was beginning
So simply
My wand fell
She would say I dropped it
But Malfoys do NOT drop their wands
I bent to retrieve it
She had leaned down as well
Our hands brushed…
Flaming butterfly wings
Icy windchimes
It was the oddest sensation
I needed to feel it again
I needed that burning freezing electricity
I looked up and into her eyes
She was gazing back
Shocked and stunned and breathless
Surely that's not how I looked…
I sneered
An overused cover, but a good one
"Watch it, Granger, I don't want your filthy hands on my wand."
She rolled her eyes
I must have imagined her previous expression
"As if I'd ever want to touch your wand, Malfoy."
I said the first thing that came to mind
A crude delicous idea
"I'll make you want to lick my wand before this is over, Granger."
I brushed by her
Unsure of my control
She stood still
Thinking thoughts I would never fathom
And that is how our game began.