3. (Last one, I promise) If you're
gonna flame, I suggest you don't bother, cause I'm immune to flames completely
and they can't stop me. They're only a waste of time.
Oh, one more thing: None of these
stories will have a plot *.* Teehee...
Disclaimer(dammit, I hate these things!):
Harry Potter isn't mine *scowls* and neither is any of the other characters
in this story. They all belong to J.K. Rowling. Now read. =P (Jeez, aren't
we pushy...)
* * * * *
At a glimpse
by Starburst
* * * * *
He's staring at me again.
I don't even bother turning around
giving him an evil glare, although I am tempted. Arg. He's such an ass.
It's the start of the Christmas holidays,
and of course I'm staying here at school. 'Pointless' is an understatement
for going home to the Dursleys. Try 'only if I was drunk or stupid.'
Ron went home to his family for the
holidays, and Hermoine had to attend a family reunion in France. So of
course, I'm stuck by myself. Sure, there were a few scattered first and
second years, but what was the point of that?
I focus my attention back on the
matter. I turn around quickly, catching Malfoy off-guard and give him my
best scowl. He turns his attention back onto the book he was reading. Wait...is
he blushing? Bloody hell. He doesn't even realize the book's upside-down.
Why was I in the library again? Ohhh,
right. Studying. I put my head in my hands and sigh. I couldn't read, knowing
a pair of steel-grey eyes kept watching me. What the hell was his problem,
anyways? He hadn't even thrown one insult across the room at me, and it's
been well over a half an hour.
That's it. I know better then try
and study, I hadn't gotten so much as my name on my Charms essay, and a
funny feeling inside me told me that I'd never get any farther that night.
I roll up my parchment and catch
a quick glimpse of the snow falling silently onto the ground. I felt my
eyelids drop. Maybe I'll go to bed now, even if it's still a little early.
I stood up, the scratch of the chair
on the floor was the first sound I heard in a long time. I shivered. It
was too quiet. I pushed the chair in and turned by back to leave; I was
reaching out to the handle when I heard Malfoy say something for the first
time that evening.
"Goodnight, Potter."
I turn quickly, giving him a half
puzzled, half sharp look. He's still reading, the book was now right-side
up, it looked as if he had said nothing at all. He doesn't even look up.
I start to wonder if he said anything at all.
I shake my head slightly and walk
out of the library, letting the doors slam behind me.
~*~
Sleeping did not seem to be an option.
I wasn't tired to say in the least; on the contrary, I felt I had enough
energy to run around Hogwarts 10 times.
I kept staring at the ceiling, my
eyes were still wide open. Damn it. This is annoying. I've probably been
trying to get to sleep for over an hour.
I finally make the decision to go
down to the kitchen and see if the house elves had any more chocolate eclairs.
For some reason, those always seemed to make me sleepy.
I pulled my robes over my pajamas
to keep the winter cold out. The dormitory was a lot colder then usual.
I crept silently out of the dormitory to make sure no one awoke.
I got down to the common room and
was fairly surprised when I found it empty. I glanced up at the clock,
it was past midnight. I blink. Good lord, how long had I been trying to
fall asleep?
I disided to pull up a chair infront
of the fire; the eclairs would have to wait. I feel the warmth spread through
me and I sink lower into the chair, relaxed.
"Enjoying yourself, Potter?" A bored
voice called out, one I had no problem of recognizing. My head snapped
around and I stared with wide eyes at Malfoy, who was standing in the corner,
arms crossed.
*Damn,* I thought. *My wand's upstairs...*
But apparently, Draco didn't have
his with him neither. In fact, he was dressed rather...different. He wasn't
wearing his robes, but dark-blue jeans and a plain black T-shirt. The darkness
of his clothes clashed with his pale skin, making him appear almost as
white as snow. The flames of the fire were reflected in his storm colored
eyes, making them look like a hurricane. A small smirk was playing across
his lips.
"Malfoy!?" I spat, words dripping
with venom. "What in the hell are you doing here!?"
He laughed. "I convinced a first-year
that I was a Gryffindor who had forgotten the password. The stupid git
believed me." His smirk grew wider. "He was probably too tired to realize
he'd never seen me in the Gryffindor common room once. So naturally, I
let myself in. Clever, aren't I?"
I snorted. "I wouldn't use 'clever'
as a word to describe you," I snarled. Instead of scowling, he chuckled.
"You're not allowed in here," I said
as calmly as I could. "You can get into big trouble if you're caught, and
I'm seriously thinking of turning your ass in."
"Really? Huh, that never crossed
my mind." Sarcasm, of course.
My eyes narrowed. "What do you want,
Malfoy?"
"Well, I thought that was seemingly
obvious," He said, his voice dangerously low. I noted that he had come
forth from his corner and was steadily walking towards me. "I want you."
Wandless and helpless, I backed up
until I hit the wall. He walked closer still, the fire dancing in his eyes.
I tried to back up more, seeing if I could press myself right through the
wall.
He stopped a foot or two away from
me, and his hands shot out unexpectedly to pin my shoulders to the wall.
"Hey, stop!" I cry, trying to squirm out of his grasp. He's stronger then
he looks; he doesn't even budge. His eyes cloud over as he looks at me.
I shiver, and it's not from the cold.
"You're pretty when you're scared,
you know that?" He murmurs. The urge to spit on him comes to mind, but
before I can do as much as respond, he puts his mouth over mine in a power-hungry
kiss.
I gasp out loud, although it is muffled
out by his kiss. I felt his tongue part my lips and explore my mouth. My
head is spinning.
*Thinking...is not...an option...his
lips...*
It took about 10 seconds before I
got use to his lips on mine, and I felt my mind disconnect from my body
as I started to kiss him back. He made a sound of surprise, but it quickly
drowned into a moan as our tongue's danced.
What!?
What the hell!?
Reality finally kicked me hard enough,
and I broke away from him. He was grinning, his once sleek hair was ruffled
from my hands running through it. I was still breathing hard when I gave
him a 'what the hell was that??' look. He shrugged.
"Malfoy..." I said slowly. "W-what..."
"...the hell was that?" he finished for me. I nodded. Damn, he was good.
"I don't know." He grinned. "But I liked it. And from the looks of it..."
His hand trailed south, and when it came in contact with my hardness, I
gasped out loud. "...You did, too."
I squeezed my eyes shut, but all it did was make me realize just how
close he was. I could still feel his breath on my cheek. The heat started
rising in my face again.
"No!" I scream finally, grabbing him roughly by the shoulders and pushing
him back. "I don't know what kind of sick and twisted game you're playing
at, Malfoy, but you're not dragging me in it. Now get the hell out."
He doesn't say anything. To my surprise, he turns and heads toward the
portrait hole. He stops at the exit, his smirk was gone and the frozen
look was back in his eyes.
"I don't care what you say, Potter, you enjoyed it. I know you did.
Your pride is holding you back." His eyes sparkled in amusment. "Which
is a pity, because I enjoyed that, too."
He turned around and continued to exit. Half way out, he turned his
head and licked his lips.
"See you soon."
**********
Hehehe...I am evil, leaving you guys off like that, huh? But have no
fear, I will get the next chapter out soon. But fair warning for unexpected
travelers: this will get...er...hot. ^_~ Can't handle it, go stand in the
shade (translation: Go Away).
I really have to go now, seeing that it's 4:27 in the morning. Sigh,
parting is such sweet sorrow. *Wipes fake tear away*
Till we meet again.
---Starburst
-_-zzzZZ