"You can be sure that if I can't have you…I won't let anyone get you. Not even Harry Potter."
That sentence sure got me troubled. What was Pansy playing at? Was she plotting something against Potter? I had been trying to fathom what she was thinking since she whispered that sentence in my ear yesterday. Somehow it had sounded…frightening. And I don't usually scare easy.
Finally, I decided to warn Potter. She could have slipped poison into his morning pumpkin juice or something. And the worse thing is, he wouldn't even know it.
After lunch, I went to the Gryffindor table. I noticed that most of the Gryffindors were throwing me looks of disgust. Oh well. Who cares? I'm a Slytherin. I don't need any Gryffindor's adoration. Except Potter's, maybe.
"Potter. I need to speak to you," I said, approaching him. Then as an afterthought, I added, "Alone."
"Well, Harry, personally I think you'd better not go alone." Stupid Weasley. Why doesn't he just keep his mouth shut?
"I agree with Ron, Harry." Oh. And that Mudblood should shut up too.
Potter considered this for a while. "It's okay, Ron. I doubt he can do anything to me, Herm."
"What? If I hadn't shown up yesterday he would have--" He was silenced by Potter with a look. "Okay, okay. Fine. Just be careful. You can't be too careful when Malfoy's around." I rolled my eyes. They spoke as if I wasn't standing there.
I coughed meaningfully. "Is the secret discussion over yet?"
Weasley glared at me. "You'd better not try anything funny, Malfoy."
"I'm not much of a comedian so you needn't worry," I retorted. "Potter?"
"Okay. I'm coming. You guys go back to the Common Room and wait for me," he said, turning to Granger and Weasley. Then he left his seat and followed me.
"I'll meet you back at the Common Room," I said, looking at Crabbe and Goyle. They grunted and left.
Pigs. The both of them. I sighed. If it weren't for the fact that my father and their fathers were friends…I wouldn't even bother trying to know them.
"First, I have to say this," Potter said, as we walked towards the corridor close to the Astronomy Tower. "No pushing anybody against the wall. And faces must be at least 10 inches away."
I smirked. "It was you who started the pushing yesterday, Potter. Remember?"
He rolled his eyes. "Fine. But no pushing today. And remember the face distance."
"Okay, okay. 10 inches away. Fine. I'll keep my face away."
"What do you want to tell me?" he said, as we reached the hallway.
"Pansy Parkinson is plotting something against you," I said. "Apparently she's so jealous of you. Really Potter, you don't seem to appreciate what you have." I grinned.
"And you think you're so great, Malfoy?" he said.
"Yes, of course. Considering that the girl who likes me is trying to plot something against the person I like. Imagine what somebody like Pansy Parkinson could do, Potter. You'd better be careful," I said, smirking.
"Thanks for the warning, then. Anything else? If not I'd better be going," he said, folding his arms.
I looked at him with an eyebrow raised. "Anybody told you that you look sexy like that?"
Potter frowned. "Like what?"
"Like that. Folding your arms and standing in the middle of an empty hallway trying to look cool. Anybody told you that before?" I said.
"No. First of all, I don't fold my arms and stand in the middle of empty hallways often. I prefer crowded places. Second of all, I am not sexually appealing," he responded, rolling his eyes.
"That's what you think, Potter." I grinned mischievously.
"Oookay. Now you're really scaring me, Malfoy. I think I'd better be going now," he said, turning to walk away.
"Not so fast." I said, grabbing hold of his arm.
"Now what?" he said, exasperated.
I slammed him up against the wall. "Not so fast, Potter," I repeated. I edged closer to him.
"What? I thought we had an agreement, Malfoy. No pushing. And your face must be ten inches away," he said. I saw panic being reflected in his eyes.
I considered this for a moment.
I shrugged. "Well, I lied."
I seized him by the shoulders and leaned forward. Those lips were mine. They were mine for taking.
Our lips met abruptly. Oh, the soft touch of Harry Potter's lips. The lips that I desired… Of course, I felt him resisting, but I ignored his weak efforts. Then before I could deepen the kiss, he had pushed me aside.
"Malfoy?! Stop it! I'd better go bfghm--" I caught those lips again before he could finish his sentence. Who cared about what he had to say? I kissed him firmly, hardly…deepening the kiss. His lips parted. Finally. I slipped my tongue in.
"Oh God," I heard him mutter.
I held the kiss for a while longer. And then I pulled away enough to say, "God won't save you now, Harry Potter."
And then I reclaimed those lips. Oh, the desire, the lust… It took almost all of my willpower to stop myself from tearing at his robes now. He would have stopped me anyway, if I had tried anything more.
Then the kiss suddenly ended when he pushed me roughly away. "I think that's enough, Malfoy."
"It is?" I said. A smile twitched on my lips. "I hadn't had enough yet."
"Well, it'd better be. Because I'm leaving now," he said. I noticed that his face was flushed with embarrassment. He started to walk away.
"Okay. Be on your guard."
"For what?" he said, looking puzzled.
"Pansy might try something on you," I said. "Don't tell me you forgot what I just said."
"Of course I didn't. It's just…some abrupt thing knocked it out of my mind temporarily," he replied. Then he started walking towards the Gryffindor Common Room.
I smirked. "See you at Potions later, Potter," I called after him. "This isn't over yet."
Harry Potter said nothing, and continued walking down the long hallway. I looked at him as he departed, until he turned a corner and disappeared from sight.
Oh yes. It's far from over.
