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Learning to Love-Chapter 1: Watching Her, Watching Him.
Her breath caught in her throat as his arm brushed against hers. It had been going on much the same way for an hour; a leg or an arm, touching hers, and a thrill would run up her spine. It shouldn't be like this, though. This person was her sworn enemy-she should feel disgusted if they touched. It was so bloody aggravating! Why couldn't she be sensible? Draco Malfoy was not the right person to get romantic about, especially not in the middle of Potions class. It was all Snape's fault-pairing them up for this stupid project. She'd seen the malicious look in his eyes as he'd announced the partners that would be working together until Christmas. Christmas! How was she ever going to get through this without crushing her lips against his and flying into a wild, passionate kiss? She bit her lip as she let her eyes wander away from what she was doing and land on his face. Seeing the intense look upon it, she smiled a little. He looked up and a smirk spread across his face.
Like what you see, Granger? he thought. Oh, how he'd love to say that and see her squirm and blush. Instead he snapped at her sharply. "What are you looking at?" she jumped a little and glared at him. "Obviously not you," was that the best she could think of? Honestly, and everyone said she was so smart and all. He had to admit-she was sexy, though. It was going to be absolute torture having to work so close to her every day. God, how much he wanted to pounce on her then and there and cover her face with kisses. Torture he thought again, and returned to his work.
A/N: Sorry it's short-this is my first ff on here and I wasn't sure exactly how long it would be. The next one is longer though I promise.
Learning to Love-Chapter 1: Watching Her, Watching Him.
Her breath caught in her throat as his arm brushed against hers. It had been going on much the same way for an hour; a leg or an arm, touching hers, and a thrill would run up her spine. It shouldn't be like this, though. This person was her sworn enemy-she should feel disgusted if they touched. It was so bloody aggravating! Why couldn't she be sensible? Draco Malfoy was not the right person to get romantic about, especially not in the middle of Potions class. It was all Snape's fault-pairing them up for this stupid project. She'd seen the malicious look in his eyes as he'd announced the partners that would be working together until Christmas. Christmas! How was she ever going to get through this without crushing her lips against his and flying into a wild, passionate kiss? She bit her lip as she let her eyes wander away from what she was doing and land on his face. Seeing the intense look upon it, she smiled a little. He looked up and a smirk spread across his face.
Like what you see, Granger? he thought. Oh, how he'd love to say that and see her squirm and blush. Instead he snapped at her sharply. "What are you looking at?" she jumped a little and glared at him. "Obviously not you," was that the best she could think of? Honestly, and everyone said she was so smart and all. He had to admit-she was sexy, though. It was going to be absolute torture having to work so close to her every day. God, how much he wanted to pounce on her then and there and cover her face with kisses. Torture he thought again, and returned to his work.
A/N: Sorry it's short-this is my first ff on here and I wasn't sure exactly how long it would be. The next one is longer though I promise.