It was the day after I gave Potter that abrupt kiss.
Pansy wasn't bugging me anymore, in fact, she seemed to be avoiding me, like I was something abnormal, something unnatural. She's pretty close-minded for an irritating girl who kisses boys that don't like her. Not many people were actually opened to the thought that homosexuality was rather normal nowadays.
Not even Potter, I guess.
Potions was the next lesson. I was actually looking forward to it because I knew I would get the chance to see Potter.
Arriving in the dungeon, I sat down at my usual table, with Crabbe and Goyle sitting on either side of me. Potter, Weasley and Granger came in shortly after. Potter gave me a strange look. It was probably one of disgust. Oh well.
"Today, you will work in pairs," Professor Snape said, smiling in his nasty way. "I will, of course pair you up. Granger and Parkinson. Weasley and Goyle. Finnigan and Crabbe. And of course, Malfoy and Potter."
I smirked. I knew that the professor would surely pair me up with Harry Potter. I wonder what that insufferable Gryffindor is thinking now. Maybe he's…afraid? I chuckled silently at the though. He's probably still shocked and horrified, after what I did to him yesterday. The thought that I actually scared Potter was rather delightful. I walked over to his table and sat down. He moved to the very end of the bench.
"Oh, come on, Potter. Surely you aren't scared of me? I'm not going to eat you up."
"I'm not scared of you eating me up, Malfoy. I'm scared of what other things you might do," he replied, glaring at me.
I laughed, and edged closer to him, putting my face about an inch from his. He backed away as far as he could. "No point worrying now, Potter. You're already stuck with me."
He glared at me, his intense green eyes staring into my blue ones, but didn't say another word. I grinned and moved back to my original position.
"Today we will attempt to make the Cunfuddle Potion. First you will need to cut up the tweedroot. This involves very skilful and careful cutting. You have to make sure the tweedroot stays still."
The professor lifted up a plant that was squirming and struggling.
"So, one of you will hold it, and one of you will cut it. This involves good cooperation between the two of you. I don't care how much you dislike each other," he cast a glance at our direction, "but you'll have to sit as close as possible to one another, in order to successfully cut this plant."
This is going to be very interesting.
Under the uncomfortable stare of Professor Snape, Potter unwillingly moved closer to me. I could feel the warmth of his body as he closed the gap between the two of us.
"Hold this, Mr Potter," the professor said, handing him the squirming plant. "And Mr Malfoy, you can do the honour of cutting it."
I grinned. Potter held the struggling plant down. Slowly, I drove the knife blade through it. Oh, it did seem rather cruel at that moment, but after all, a plant is a plant. I looked at Harry Potter. His brow was furrowed, and he seemed to be in some sort of difficulty, trying to keep the plant down.
Nevertheless, I wasn't going to let the chance to tease him slip away. It was rare that I actually got a chance to be in such close contact with him.
Carefully, and slowly, I edged closer. He didn't seem to notice anything.
I let my foot move slowly up his lower leg. This time he realised that something was going on. He shuddered, but he dared not move, for fear that the professor would scold him or deduct points from Gryffindor.
"Obviously you don't know what's good for you, Potter," I whispered into his ear.
"Stop it, Malfoy," came the curt reply. His face was gradually turning red.
"I'm enjoying myself, so I don't intend to," I said, smirking.
He bit his lower lip, trying to keep calm and tolerate my advances.
Above the table, it seemed like we were doing everything the professor wanted us to: We were cutting the squirming plant. But under the table… I grinned at the thought. You're mine, Potter.
After much under-the-table distractions and other difficulties, we managed to finish cutting the plant. Harry edged away as far as he could again. I grinned, pleased with myself. He was giving me a horrified stare.
Potions ended quickly enough. Potter jumped out of his seat, seemingly thankful that the lesson had ended. I grabbed hold of his arm and yanked him closer.
"See you tomorrow, Harry," I said softly, slowly. I smiled.
The black-haired boy pulled away. "Very unfortunately."
I watched him walk away with his friends, the wind tousling his dark hair, a mixture between embarrassment and rage flashing in those beautiful eyes. I admired the slim, beautiful boy as he walked away. I've never realised how much I desired and wanted Harry Potter. Until now.
Together with Crabbe and Goyle, I left the classroom.
I smiled when I recalled that Pansy Parkinson was never going to ask me to lunch with her again.
