Potter was avoiding me like plague. I smirked whenever I thought of it. It was just so…funny. I never thought that after the Potions encounter yesterday he would be so afraid of me.
Well well…Potter's greatest fear isn't the Dark Lord after all. I bet if he met a Boggart now it would take my form.
I smirked, looking across the breakfast table at Potter. Somehow, he sensed that I was staring at him and looked in my direction. The moment our eyes met, he turned away. I was too far to see what his eyes were showing. Probably anger, or embarrassment…or maybe…fear. What a delightful thought.
I finished my breakfast. I stood up, walking away from the Slytherin table. Suddenly I felt my arm being grabbed roughly.
"Malfoy, I need to talk to you. Alone," said Harry Potter, pulling me away from Crabbe and Goyle.
Alone? That sounded very…interesting.
He pulled me to a secluded corridor where there were no portraits or people around. Then he pushed me roughly against the wall.
"Well, Potter? A rendezvous? I've only dreamed of it happening," I said, casting him a smirk.
"You can continue dreaming then, Malfoy," he retorted sharply. "What I want to know is… What have you been telling everyone in school??"
Puzzled, I looked at him. "What?"
"What have you been telling everyone in school?" he said, repeating his question, syllable by syllable.
"Nothing," I said truthfully.
"And you expect me to believe that," he responded, rolling his eyes.
"Of course. I didn't do anything. Except kiss you in public," I said, grinning.
His eyes flashed with anger. "Fine. But have you been spreading any stupid rumours around?"
Now this sounded good. "Stupid rumours? Like what?"
"Don't tell me you hadn't heard them yet."
"Of course I haven't. Come on, tell me, Potter. What stupid rumours?" I replied.
"Well, first of all there's this one that says we like each other," he said, exasperated.
"Why am I not surprised?" I said, wanting to laugh.
"And then there's this one that says that we bought identical rings. I have no idea how that one came about," he said.
"Well well…" What more could I say? Each rumour sounded more interesting than the last.
"And there's this one…" he paused, turning red in the face.
"What about it?" I said. This should be good.
"Fine. There's this one that says I go to your dormitory every night and we…we…" He stopped. "I think you get the picture."
"Hmm. That sounds nice enough. I might dream of that tonight," I replied, a naughty smile twitching on my lips.
"MALFOY!"
"What?" I said, trying my best to look innocent.
"Stop being so sick," he said.
"Sick? Me? Awww, I'm so hurt. You broke my heart, Potter," I said, smirking. This time, I pushed him roughly against the wall. I stood there, my face a few inches from his. "And you're going to get punished for it."
He turned his face away, trembling. "What are you trying to do, Malfoy? Torture me in this horrible way?"
I reached out my hand and turned his face back, so he would face me. "Torture you?" I whispered. "I wouldn't even dare." I edged closer. I could practically feel his breath on my face.
Fear and embarrassment appeared in those beautiful green eyes. Really, I wasn't that horrible…or was I? I grinned at the thought. Maybe I was.
"Erm, it's time for me to go now," he said, trying to push me away. I grabbed him and pushed him back against the wall.
"Not so fast, Potter. You haven't paid for those hurtful words yet," I said, my blue eyes looking into his horrified green ones. "And I'm not going to let you off. Not so…easily."
I moved my face closer. I wanted so much to claim those trembling lips for my own again. Oh, the desire…the need…the want. I felt the edge of his lips on mine.
"Busy, Malfoy?"
I pulled away immediately. Drat! I was so close. So painfully close to claiming those lips.
I turned. "Weasley," I said, almost spitting out the word.
"Ron…" said Harry, sounding almost grateful. He pushed me aside.
"Has your little talk with Mister Malfoy ended yet?" the irritating redhead said, almost contemptuously.
"Yes. Yes, it has," Potter said, sounding relieved.
"Good. So can we go now? We're going to be late for Charms," Weasley said. Harry Potter nodded.
Damn that Weasley. How dare that miserable person poke his nose into my business and ruin everything. I sneered. "Well Potter, I'd better be going. Goodbye, Weasley." Good riddance, more like it.
"Hope not to see you again, Malfoy," Weasley replied.
"The same to you, Weasley. But too bad Potions is after lunch. You have no choice."
I turned and walked away. That insufferable pipsqueak of a Weasley. Why does he always appear in the wrong place at the wrong time? Drat. Darn. Damn.
I reached the Slytherin Common Room.
"What happened, boss?" Crabbe said, as I entered the portrait hole.
"Nothing much. Although I'm pretty sure I hate Weasley even more than I did last time, if that's possible at all," I said quickly. I was much too angry to bother whether Crabbe could catch up with my pace of words.
"Oh. Okay." This usually meant that he didn't catch anything I said just now.
"Oh drat. Where's Goyle?" I said, noticing that one of the pair was missing.
"Oh, he went to der toilet," Crabbe said.
I rolled my eyes. "Well? Go get him will you? We're already going to be late for the next lesson!"
"Oh. Okay." He stepped out of the portrait hole.
"Trouble with your lover-boy, Draco?" I'd recognise that voice anywhere.
"Shut up, Pansy," I responded.
"Well, Draco dear…" she said, sidling up to me and grabbing hold of my arm gently. "You can be sure that if I can't have you…I won't let anyone get you. Not even Harry Potter." She whispered that sentence slowly in my ear.
"What? You better not try anything funny on Harry," I said.
"We'll see, Draco. We'll see." Then she turned and stepped out of the portrait hole.
I don't get scared much. But the tone of her voice, I admit, did frighten me a little.
