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Her embarrassment was unexplained and uncomfortable, and she could feel the elegant boy's gaze burning into her face from behind her hair. She locked her limbs and tried not to fidget as she felt his gaze drift over her body, as if memorising the hidden flaws and curves. It lasted only seconds and she blushed deeper as he blinked and looked away, frowning.
"You should watch where you're going," she heard him whisper to her, inclining his head slightly, "You could have hurt someone, or yourself."
She frowned at the near irrational anger flaring inside of her, before her mind caught up with his words.
"Coming from the guy who was sneaking up on me" she retorted angrily. (Ginny's genes showing through, eh?)
His face fell and the beauty she saw in his smile was replaced by a sly irritation that distorted his features into an ugly sneer.
"I wasn't 'sneaking' as you put it; it's not my fault that you're exceptionally unobservant," he sniffed, eyes flashing slightly before he looked away in a near disgusted, aloof way, "maybe if you paid attention you might realise the world doesn't revolve around you, Weasley."
His eyes had narrowed to slits and he spat the word as if physically disgusted he had to utter it. Again anger flared hot and cold in her stomach and she clenched her teeth. He had insulted her AND her family and yet still she couldn't shake the fact he was oddly attractive.
"How dare you! Firstly I'm a Potter, and secondly don't you dare speak about my family like that!" she felt her fists clench quickly in emphasis and thanked her dear mother for her fire. Shyness aside she couldn't half do well when provoked. "I think that you might realise that since you're the one acting superior to all us pitiful peasants!"
She spun on her heel, thankfully not toppling again as her leg held up, and proceeded to storm off, her Auburn hair swaying behind her. A thought crossed her mind as to how she looked from the back, before she felt his hand clamp about her wrist. She stopped short, trying to wrench her wrist from his grip. He held fast, so she gave in and turned back again.
Sharp words rose in her throat but she bit them back as she took in his expression.
"You better watch yourself, little girl. We can't all be as noble and perfect as the mud bloods you associate with" he was whispering dangerously low. Staring at her through thick lashes, his lips set in a hard line.
She opened her mouth to respond, brain working furiously over the insults that were boiling up inside her. However she was cut short as the boy in front of her jumped, a figure came around the corner of the bookshelves at a speed she was still incapable of. His hand grasped her wrist tightly and she cried out involuntarily.
"OI! Get off my sister!" her brother shouted as he passed swiftly in and out of her line of vision. Her wrist was abruptly dropped and it stung, both with the pain of the boy's strong grip, and with the loss of the warm contact. The air about her was cold and her skin stung at the sudden loss of the warmth she hadn't noticed beforehand.
Strong arms held onto her own forearms in an uncomfortable grip and pulled her a metre or so away from the grappling boys before she dug in her heels and held herself in sight of the fray.
Her brother James swiftly pinned the boy against the wall, his face inches from her brothers as he leaned in to whisper harshly, "Touch my sister again, Malfoy, and you will lose that hand for good."
She barely had time to register the similarity of the tone James had used when uttering the boy's name and the tone 'Malfoy' had used as he uttered her uncle's surname. Then her brother pulled back his arm and dealt a heavy blow to Malfoy's stomach, earning a surprised cough from his pale lips and he doubled over. Her brother still had his forearm pressed into Malfoy to keep him again the wall and she watched horrified as he slipped his arm up to hold him by the throat.
Her brother drew his hand back again, this time level with the boys eyes.
"No! Don't hurt him!" She screamed involuntarily, her mouth opening without her consent and she saw her brother turn to her in confusion. The arms around her loosened slightly and she wrenched herself free.
A tall, intimidating figure wormed its way from the shadows opposite the group, a cold voice speaking quietly but with great authority,
"What's going on here?" It was a harsh drawl and Lily immediately recognised it to belong to the Malfoy's, the name striking a chord in her brain and gut that had gone unnoticed earlier; when she was talking to the beautiful boy that she now knew to be a Malfoy, who was currently brushing himself off and glaring at James who had suddenly let him go when Mr Malfoy had come over.
No-one answered for a fraction of a second before an equally firm voice spoke from behind them.
"Lily Luna and James Sirius Potter, do not ever, ever, defy my orders and run off again!" Their father marched into view, gazing intently at the two of them.
"It isn't completely safe even in a bookstore you know! You must always tell me or your mother where you are going, even if it's trivial!" James stared at his father in shock while Lily looked at the ground embarrassed and ashamed.
"I couldn't agree more," someone said quietly. Lily started at the unfamiliar voice and then realised the harsh drawl had come from none other than the previously sweet-sounding 'Malfoy' boy. The coldness in his voice made her shiver.
She saw her father glare at the boy, then at his father, Mr Malfoy. They were pretty much identical save for the fact one was a bit taller and a bit more butch and a bit scarier and a bit less attractive. Okay so they were a little different.
"Leave this alone okay Malfoy? Sure we don't understand each other or get along but leave my children alone, they've done nothing wrong" Her father said and went to usher them all away.
"Actually from what I saw it was your son who attacked mine rather than the other way around, Potter."
Lily's father stopped, obviously surprised, before turning and frowning at James.
"Is it true, James?"
He nodded, embarrassed. He frowned at him before turning back to look at the Malfoy's. Lily suppressed a smirk that mirrored the 'Malfoy' boy's before she turned away from the scene. The moment was embarrassing enough without my father scolding her brother for 'violent conduct'.
When father was done he glared quite openly at Malfoy senior before taking both of their shoulders and steered them away. Lily's other brother, Albus, followed them, smirking probably at the good few blows his older brother had managed before being stopped by their over-protective father. His hands flexed under Lily's gaze and she realised he had held her whilst James had been dealing with Malfoy.
Lily looked back in worry at the smirking Malfoy boy. He was standing, his father snapping in his ear, obviously furious that his son was caught talking to her, and that he was now ignoring him. He was watching the Potter's exit and after noticing Lily looking at him, he glared openly at her, at which she mouthed "I'm sorry." His gaze softened for a small moment before his face broke out into a small grin at her, chuckling silently as his father began turning red.
Lily smiled back shyly and he winked at her when she was at the door, leaving her surprisingly, aggravatingly but wonderfully confused.
