The Veela Chapter 10
For some reason, everywhere I went she was there. Maybe I was just paranoid, but even though I tried to avoid her and, from what I saw, she tried to avoid me, we always ran into each other.
Take, for example, the very next day when I was walking up the stairs to get to the Great Hall for dinner. I was hit by the rush of fourth years making their way from Snape's class, heading for the same destination as me, but not clever enough to know how to walk up the stairs without forcing everyone else to the side.
I was unfortunate enough to be knocked to the side railing while they rushed by like a wild herd of animals and fancy my luck when no one other than Granger, making her way down the stairs, is forced into my direction to avoid being knocked over.
Assuming she didn't know who I was, she shielded herself beside me until the mob passed. Her tiny hands gripped the sleeve of my robes and she let out a small giggle as a few stray students scrambled up past us. When she finally looked up and caught my eyes, she froze. Her body went still, her face froze in fear, and her eyes stared right back into mine.
I sharply inhaled and involuntarily lifted one of my hands and placed it on her hip. As soon as I touched her I got light-headed and my vision blurred. I felt my blood pounding in my ears and I gripped at her robes to keep myself steady. When she took a step back, with a small amount of struggle due to my grip, my senses kicked into overdrive.
With a snarl, I stepped closer to her and grabbed at her hips, pressing into her again and leaning my face close to hers. She tried leaning back as far as possible but I wrapped my arms around her and held fast. She squirmed and gasped as I placed my lips against her throat, ready to finally sink my teeth into her. To make her mine.
That was, until, she socked me in the stomach. I stumbled back and grabbed hold of the railing to keep from falling. I felt cold and very pissed off, so I leaned in closer to her and growled.
"Watch it, Mudblood. You don't know who you're dealing with." My lips curled into a sneer and I stomped past her, angry with myself for willingly touching such a filthy creature.
The next day, I was waiting for Blaise to go to Care of Magical Creatures. I stood at the bottom of the stone steps, hands in my pockets, enjoying the soft breeze as it ruffled though my hair.
I glanced to my right and saw Ravenclaw practicing Quidditch. I chuckled a bit as someone slipped off their broom and hit the ground. A couple of students fluttered down the stairs past me, their shoes splashing in the water gathered on the steps.
It had been raining again, like it always seems to do and the steps were slippery and wet. I was half hoping Blaise would slip and fall. Yet again, unfortunately, I was wrong.
The wind blew a little harsher than it had been, causing the couple heading down to class to squeal and send me an increasingly familiar scent. I closed my eyes and shivered as I caught her aroma. She was coming, heading for the stairs. I heard her shoes clack onto the stone steps and as she hit a wet spot her foot slipped.
I wasn't certain if it was my years of Quidditch or my instincts that made me turn and catch her in my arms just before her head hit the stone. As I leaned over her and watched her face change from a panicked, ready for impact expression to the realization that she had been saved from a very painful headache.
Her eyes fluttered open and she gasped, "Malfoy!" I leaned in even closer to her lips, completely losing control of myself. Feeling her breath against my lips and our noses touch; I couldn't tear my eyes away from hers. She was trembling beneath me and her cheeks flushed as she tried to speak but simply couldn't. I let out a small growl and moved in to press my lips against hers.
Damn my lack of grace as my foot slipped in a puddle and I had to pull myself backwards, pulling her on top of me and having me hit my head on the stone ground. She immediately scrambled off of me and, yet again, ran off.
I lied there; staring at the sky until Blaise came whistling quite cheerfully down the steps.
"Girl trouble, Draco?" a smirked pulled at his lips. "Not as smooth as you use to be, huh?"
"Shut the hell up, Zabini."
Later that week, in Potion's class, I was in the rather small supply closet looking for ingredients for my potion. Imagine my surprise when she walked in behind me, and reached up next to me to get a small vile and brushed her arm against mine. I jumped in reaction to her touch, causing me to knock into her and her to spill her powdered unicorn hooves onto the floor.
We both knew how rare it was so we dropped down to scoop it back up into its vile. My hands brushed against hers as we scrambled around the powder. I glanced up at her as my hands tingled and watched a blush spread across her face. Her eyes swirled with something and she moved her gaze from my eyes only to look back up again and she slowly moved closer to me.
Now I will take a few moments to explain the effects of powdered unicorn hooves. When it is grinded into a powder, it has a slight aphrodisiacal effect. Not nearly as strong as oyster's, mind you, but still rather effective. It charms one instantly to others, regardless if you've any attraction whatsoever.
Regardless, Granger looked up at me and I looked up at her. Our faces were inches apart and her breath quickened. She bit at her bottom lip in the sexiest way I've ever seen and I couldn't help but stare.
She must have realized how close we were because she stumbled back a bit and pulled out her wand, using a spell to clean up the powdery mess. I stood and cleared my throat, standing tall as she arose and with fumbling hands got the correct amount she needed and turned to leave.
My body wasn't going to let her get away with that. I wrapped my fingers around her arm and pulled her back against me, sending the powder up into the air and raining down on us. I hissed down at her, "What the hell did you do to me?"
She stared back at me with questioning eyes, "What are you talking about, Malfoy?" she squirmed against my grip, clearly uncomfortable. I didn't care; I tightened my hold on her, making her wince. "You're hurting me."
I sneered at her, "Like I give a damn about anything to do with you." She whimpered as I stared darkly down at her. "I could care less about you, Mudblood. I hate you."
"And I hate you!" she hissed. "So just leave me the hell alone, ferret."
I pressed her back into the shelves and let out a deep growl. "Fuckin' Mudblood. Why the hell do you show up everywhere? Why are you always where I am? Why in Great Merlin's beard can I not control myself when your around?!"
I grabbed at her hips and pressed myself into her, not being able to hold back the moan that escaped from my throat. 'She feels so damn good against me.' I hadn't realized I had spoken that last thought and she fell silent. She stopped struggling and stared up at me. I ran my hands up her sides and felt her shiver under my touch.
"Malfoy, I…"
"Shush, Mudblood." I murmured as I brushed her hair back and buried my face against her neck. She apparently didn't like my name for her and took advantage of my momentary distraction. She shoved me back, making me knock my head into the shelves on the other side of the closet, causing me to wince in pain from that bump on my head I had gotten earlier because of her.
She quickly got what she needed and darted out of the closet. Once she was gone, I leaned against the shelf and groaned. 'Goddamn that woman. Why is she everywhere?'
Oh SO damn close. I hoped you all liked my little teaser. Next week's Chapter might be just a little late on account of me going to New Mexico to see my Fiancée who I haven't seen for nearly 5 years. :) We're going to his Senior Prom together. And then the weekend after that we are going to my Senior Prom. So I will possibly update later that week.