A/N: Here's the fifth Chapter! I can't go on with the story until August 24th, cause I'm going on vacation tomorrow, and i don't have internet access there! I hope when I come I have a lot more reviews :D Shout outs to recent reviewers:
Kylee: Glad to see you coming back :) See I'm continuing!
Xhen: Ho wcan you not like Draco? Hehe ;) I know, he's quite an asshole
but he's so SHEXY! hehehe
Sex Angel: Thanks for continuing to read! Draco sure wants here, but
he doesn't realize it...YET! The tension needs to build :)
DISCLAIMER: Nothings mine except the plot, you know that don't you? I still want Draco! :)
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Piercing Eyes
Chapter 5: You sexy thing, I hate you!
I rubbed my head in disbelief. This was even getting worse. Now Malfoy wasn't even content with harrassing me anymore. No, he even had to hurt me physically. My head hurt like hell, and my wrist burned as if it was on fire. I examined it, and found several bruises, probably caused by his fingernails digging into my skin.
How could he be so cruel? I mean, I always knew he was a disgusting, annoying and evil little brat, but as much as I hated him, I never thought he could actually HURT me? After all, he wasn't a death eater yet, was he? No, I'd seen him wearing a shirt, and hadn't seen a dark mark on his arm.
It didn't matter anyway. He was pure evil, and he had proved that just two minutes ago. I was sure, right after graduation he'd get that damned dark mark, and then hunt and kill all those muggle-born witches and wizards. Including me.
I shuddered again, and decided to go to my bedroom. At least he wouldn't bother me there. Wouldn't grab my wrist, or push me, sending me through the whole room. As quickly as I could, I got up, put the books back into the bookshelf, and grabbed my "Hogwards: A History". I wouldn't go on reading however, as I noticed that I was getting a strong headache, and sleep would do it much better. If my healing sleep won't be disturbed by Malfoy that is. Malfoy offending me, Malfoy hurting me, Malfoy - killing me. There! The nightmares are starting already! And I'm not even asleep. Damn that fucking bastard! Damn him, and his bloody family! Malfoy - as if he had heard my curses - snarled something, but I simply igored it and left to my room.
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As soon as she noisily crashed into the bookshelf, I regretted it. I mean, of course I did not feel sorry about it. Not about hurting her. She had somewhat deserved it, sitting there on my property. And still I regretted it. Why? I'm angry about myself. For losing control over myself. Yeah, that's a good one. A Malfoy always has to keep cool. Even when hurting someone. And I had screamed and yelled at her, like a child who had lost its toy. Ugh. I wanted to slap myself for that.
I glanced at her sideways and noticed, that she was getting up, rubbing her head and groaning slightly. Hell that stupid little thing even put all the books back into the cupboard, while she was having the worst headache she'd probably ever had. Her wrist must have caused her pain too, it was bruised and scratched, all read and blue. But who am I, to think about her physical condition? Who am I to care about the mudbloods feelings? I didn't need to ponder for the answer. Of course. Because I had caused the pain. Duh.
But then again, I still shouldn't care. I was an important purebred wizard, heir to the dark lord. And she was an irrelevant damned mudblood bitch, so I had nothing to worry about. And I still worried. I couldn't understand it.
Granger inhaled sharply and walked over to her own beroom.
"Hey, Granger-" I started in a very low voice. She didn't hear it.
"Granger look," I muttered again. "I didn't want to hurt you! Granger! I'm sorry!" I spoke up a tiny bit, but my voice still was too low, as she vanished into her room, obliviant to my speaking. THANK GOD! What the hell has gotten into me?! I had apologized?! I mean, a Malfoy should never ever apologize. And I had done it. Even worse, I had just said "sorry" to a filthy mudblood! What on this fucking earth is wrong with me?
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When I woke, I wasn't feeling much better. My head hurt, just like the night before, but my the bruises on my wrist looked better. I didn't get enough sleep though, since Malfoy had haunted my dreams, just like I had feared.
I glanced at my alarm clock, and noticing it was only 6 am, I decided to take a refreshing shower. I quickly took clean clothes and a huge red/golden Gryffindor tower, and headed towards the bathroom, humming a simple melody. I had always been very fond of a morning shower, and after it I would finally get to talk to Ron and Harry again. Yes, that would be nice for a change, breakfast with my friends!
Just when I wanted to enter the bathroom the door slowly opened, and Malfoy stepped out. In nothing bad a forest green towel around his wait. And damn, he looked sexy. He had grown to a full-featured man, with quite good built muscles, nicely shaped abs, and all. Even though he was extraordinary pale, it didn't look sick on him, just very - I couldn't find a word to describe it. My gaze turned up to is equally pale face, finding his eyes set on my own. His eyes - a silver-blue swirl, with that evil twist in-between. Eyes, that seemed to pierce you. Eyes I had seen in my dream. In addititon his currently wet silverblonde hair was now hanging into his eyes, tousled in a very appealing way.Yes, Draco Malfoy looked sexy. But it was still him, Malfoy.
When realizing just who's outer appeareance I was pondering about, I suddenly snapped back into reality. Malfoy still stood right in front of me, and he now seemed even closer than before. His piercing eyes were still fixed into mine, and our noses almost touched. Malfoy let out a snarl.
Startled, I winced, but then putting all my courage together, I clutched my fists and hissed at him.
"Get out of my way, Malfoy, as your obviously done with your shower. And don't dare to touch me again, you piece of filth, or you'll pay for it."
This time it was me who pushed him. Out of the way that is. As I touched his shoulders, and shivered slightly. I quickly entered the bathroom, closed the door behind me, and spoke a locking spell. Phew. Good start girl. Keep this up, and he might leave you alone.
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Bloody hell no! This can't be happening! Can it? Did I just get threatened by the filthy mudblood? And had I actually not replied? God, what will this be leading to? This is not me, not the Draco Malfoy I always had been. I mean, if I still was as I always had been, why had I been standing nose-to-nose with Granger, being too engrossed to admire her perfectly-shaped body, her just-right-sized tits, and her deeply brown eyes? Why had I let her threaten me, and not even answered, just for not breaking the moment, we'd shared? Hell, why was I even thinking, we've had a moment? Mudblood and me, Draco Malfoy?
A whole bunch of question, and no answer at all. I didn't know what to think. The only explanation I came up with was mental sickness. Yeah I must be crazy, acting like that. And I could only hope that my father would not dicover about my behaviour. I mean, I always act as if I'm kind of the casle, but deep inside, I do fear my father. No, not fear. Look up to. Just as a look up to Lord Voldemort.
Trying to push my problems behind, I quickly performed the drying spell on myself and my hair and my body, put my robes on, and wanted to leave for breakfast. Early. I had never been early for anything. Ugh, to hell with it, the let it be the first time.
Right when I was about the climb though the picture whole, I heard a shrill scream.
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So this is my lame attempt for a cliffhanger. Quite stupid isn't it?
What is the scream about?
Does Draco even want to know?
Coming up sooner or later in Chapter 6!