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To say I tensed all over was an understatement.
Just as quickly as I did though, the book on my chest was taken from me and the empowering figure of Draco Malfoy stood over the couch holding it.
"You fell asleep with my book in your hands Granger, try and be more careful in the future," he sneered at me.
His book? Really? But how? I'd picked it up from the shelves, I thought they were school property! Did he hear me? How long was he there? My head was a blur of shocked paranoia, but by the time I sat up, he was gone. I took shuddering steps to my room. By the time it dawned on me what had happened I was lying on my bed in the middle of the night unable to sleep. I was dreading to see him the next day and a completely un-gryffindor part of me had decided I would not acknowledge him ever again, or be able to look him in the eyes for the remainder of my life.
To my utter amazement the improbability of my decision proved quite easier than I expected the following days, I wondered if he was avoiding me as well, but just as unexpectedly as his disappearance was, he suddenly came barging into the common room one evening, demanding I stopped contaminating it at once. No matter how humiliated I'd been I was not about to start taking his crap for it; so I barked a reply just as rude and just like that, the most absurd and astounding fight we'd ever had took place.
Fireworks in the middle of the room would not have deterred us; books, quills, and part of the furniture were destroyed in the process; hexes, curses and flashes of light traveling back and forth until he had me cornered against my own door. He growled all his hatred at my face, and instead of backing off, I had raved back just as much. Unaware of how dangerously close I came to his lips until my glaring eyes came face to face with them. An abrupt desire to take them invaded me. I wanted to kiss them, feel them, bite them; and while I repressed such ludicrous thirst for him, I almost did not take notice that my slow retreat had left me plastered against the wall with his lips no less farther than before.
Just like that, before I could register anything else, or take notice of what was happening, he emitted an infuriated growl, and kissed me.
It left in shame the scorching kisses of my dreams, yet it ended just as fast as it started and he left me there, completely petrified. With the stupid notion of how I would not be able to ignore the identity of my mystery-man from now on.
Fixing up the mess in our common room took hours, but I refused to go to sleep after the incident. My fear of what my dreams could bring was too overwhelming to give into it. So I spent all night there and when it was early enough to have breakfast I left our quarters in a flash.
Sunday morning had the Gryffindor table in the great hall all to myself, but I didn't care; I finished quickly and packing some food for later I headed towards the library. It had been a while since I had spent any time there, what with having all the books I needed charmed into my common room shelves at all times.
I spent so much energy trying to avoid the subject that I didn't have a chance of seeing the real peril I'd caught myself in. For it was then that Draco Malfoy decided I'd become more than a simple nuisance; it was then he decided to get me off his system, whether I liked it or not.