Draco.
I stand up slowly, shaking my robes slightly to clean them.
"Oh, look what we have here, it's a Weasel...er, a Weasley."
He's called me that before.
Said those words to my brothers so many times...
I see what I didn't see before.
He hides behind icy blue eyes, a sneer.
He isn't the tough Malfoy he makes himself out to be.
He's weak, vulnerable.
Am I the only one that knows?
"I know you don't feel like that, Draco."
Something in his eyes...
When I first looked at him after he knocked me over, they were pale, almost lifeless.
When I said that..and called him Draco...
His eyes lit up, if only more than before.
But it's a start.
"Why are you calling me Draco? You hate me."
His voice...something's different about it.
It's not the drawling sneer I'm used to.
This is...this is...completely different...
But a good different.
"I thought you hated me, Draco, and yet here we are having a semi-normal conversation."
He shivers slightly.
I look at him.
Really look at him.
He's changed. A lot.
The way he looks at me...it's different too.
His eyes are trying to convey something...
"Oh, I hate you?"
He takes a step closer.
I'm the one to shiver this time.
"That's what it's always seemed like to me."
I think I'm going to lose it.
He's so close, and yet so far...
Everything that I imagined with Harry?
Forget it.
This is much better.
"Well, how could I hate you? There are so many reasons not to."
His voice...
Low and murmuring.
His eyes...
Cool and glittering.
His lips...
"Why don't you tell me?"
He takes another step.
I back up slightly, scared of what might happen and yet anticipating at the same time.
This is what I imagine, isn't it?
Why be scared?
It'll happen eventually.
He's so close...
"Well...first of all, your eyes are mesmerizing."
He takes a step closer so that I'm backed against the wall.
And liking it.
"Second of all, you have the cutest nose I've ever seen."
What? I have a cute nose?
"Third of all, your hair...I can't describe it. It just has this power over me. A power that I like."
I look up at him, trying to see if he means what he says.
His eyes are the brightest and clearest that I've ever seen them.
He's either a really excellent liar, or he means it.
Either way, it'll make for a fun Hogsmeade visit.
He takes one more step, closing the distance.
"And last...but not least..oh, definitely not least...your innocence turns me on."
And with that, his arms are around me, and he's kissing me.
His hands move from my waist to my hair, tangling themselves in it.
I don't know how I imagined my first kiss...all I know is that this is different than what I expected it.
Not that that's a bad thing.
Fire, passion, longing, and then the satisfaction one gets when they acheive the thing they long for.
It's all there.
This is what I want.
I don't want something tame, controlled, careful.
I want this.