He was watching her again. His eyes darted to every movement of her
delicate hands, the way she swayed her hips. It had been a week since their
encounter, the moment when he had spilled his heart to her. It had hurt, it
still hurt. His hands moved to brush the messy jet black hair out of his
face. She smiled a dazzling smile as she floated down the hallway as
always, and his heart skipped a beat. He shook his head, as if to shake out
such thoughts. No, she's made her choice; you're a fool to pursue this dead
end. He seemed to struggle mentally with himself.
It didn't help that she was constantly in the company of another. His eyes darkened as he saw the flaming red hair of his best friend. Although now, it seemed almost like they were enemies as well as friends. He knew how the boy, who was now laughing too, felt about her. Her, the girl he loved, the girl who had turned him down. His eyes darkened as he watched his friend pass her by, his cheeks turned a light pink as his arm brushed hers. Yes, Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived, was jealous, jealous of his best friend, and was now seething in his own anger.
Her, there she was again, laughing in the company of the Weasel. He scowled. But where was Wonder Boy? He spotted him, sitting at the Gryfindor table, alone. Ha, the great Harry Potter was as green with envy as his pitiful eyes showed. His steel gray eyes fixed their gaze once more on the raven beauty that was now entering the Great Hall. Draco felt disgust as he saw her laughing with a gaggle of her friends. He didn't know why he was feeling this way. He felt a stirring from somewhere within him, but he shook it off and remarked it as nothing. Stupid mudblood, there she goes again. Argh, why do I always find myself staring at her??! He was mentally frustrated as he redirected his gaze to anything but the girl who was now taking her place between her two friends. There sat the golden trio. He couldn't help but smirk as he sipped from his goblet.
He brushed off the pug faced girl that was hanging on his arm, telling him some airhead story involving her and a new dress. True, she had managed to sleep with almost everybody at Hogwarts, but the one person she could never have was him whom she was now clinging to as if hanging on for dear life. Contrary to popular belief, Draco didn't go for such whores as the one now sitting next to him. He pushed her away as he got up and walked out of the hall in the direction of the room he shared with Hermione.
He got to the peculiar portrait that hung above the entrance to his quarters. The man, or the side of the man, was now sleeping so the female answered.
"Password?" she asked in a disdained voice.
"Prison" he muttered lightly and the portrait swung open. His cloak fluttered as he walked swiftly into the common room that they shared. He was surprised to find her curled up on the couch, reading. But he quickly hid his surprise and cursed under his breath. How did she get here before me?? He wondered. Oh well, it mattered not, he shrugged. She looked up and for a moment they locked eyes. He found himself swimming in her chocolate brown eyes. He quickly snapped back into reality and his jaw hardened once more. His eyes turned cold again and he sneered at her.
"Well, well, what a surprise, the mudblood Reading! Oh wow, how amazing. Isn't your head big enough already?"
She didn't reply but seemed absorbed in her book. Draco bristled. He was not used to being brushed off. He grabbed her arm.
"You will look at me when I'm talking to you." He hissed and spat venomously at her. Their eyes locked once more, and Draco again found himself feeling strange. It was like a fog had settled over his mind. He breathed in her scent. She smelled fresh and clean like citrus. Suddenly, he did something completely out of character.
Hermione's eyes widened in surprise as she felt soft lips pressed against her own. It took a second for her brain to register that he was kissing her. His tongue darted out in search of her own, caressing it, tasting every crevice of her mouth. She was almost enjoying it. Almost with regret she realized what was happening.
A great howl was heard from the room of the Head Boy and Girl. Draco stood a few feet in front of Hermione, a trickle of blood dripping down his chin. Hermione looked up at him and he was horrified to see glistening fangs protruding from her mouth. She had bit his tongue! The taste of blood filled his mouth. His eyes were smoldering with anger, mirroring her own which were dancing lividly. She turned and spit his blood out of her mouth.
"What the hell was that?" she roared at him. Draco found himself stunned, he sputtered when he failed to come up with an explanation. Suddenly his eyes danced with merriment.
"That was a kiss. I would've thought you of all people would've known Granger. I'm sure they have books on the subject" He smirked despite the blood that was now pooling in his mouth. He turned to the side and spit as well.
"What's the matter Malfoy?" she glared at him. "Can't handle yourself? You strut around pretending to be so great because you're pureblood. Well what does that really mean Malfoy?? Now that you've tasted your own blood, tell me, tell me what's so great about it? Huh??! You make fun of me and every muggle born at this school, and for what??" Draco paled as he saw her raise a clawed hand and make a small slash in her own arm. He could see the blood starting to rise. She brought her mouth up to her freshly opened wound and lapped up the blood. Draco could see a small drip at the corner of her mouth.
"Look Malfoy! It's the same! We both bleed the same blood! You aren't any better then anybody else. Your blood is just as bitter, just as red as the rest of ours." Draco was taken aback at this sudden declaration. He just stood there, immobile, looked at the pool of blood that now carpeted their room. He thought about it. All night, he thought about it. He couldn't get Hermione's voice out of his mind. He tossed and turned in his bed, thinking about what she'd said. I'll get you for this mudblood, if it's the last thing I do, you'll pay. Those were his last thoughts as he drifted off into a dreamless slumber, the taste of metallic blood still in his mouth.
It didn't help that she was constantly in the company of another. His eyes darkened as he saw the flaming red hair of his best friend. Although now, it seemed almost like they were enemies as well as friends. He knew how the boy, who was now laughing too, felt about her. Her, the girl he loved, the girl who had turned him down. His eyes darkened as he watched his friend pass her by, his cheeks turned a light pink as his arm brushed hers. Yes, Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived, was jealous, jealous of his best friend, and was now seething in his own anger.
Her, there she was again, laughing in the company of the Weasel. He scowled. But where was Wonder Boy? He spotted him, sitting at the Gryfindor table, alone. Ha, the great Harry Potter was as green with envy as his pitiful eyes showed. His steel gray eyes fixed their gaze once more on the raven beauty that was now entering the Great Hall. Draco felt disgust as he saw her laughing with a gaggle of her friends. He didn't know why he was feeling this way. He felt a stirring from somewhere within him, but he shook it off and remarked it as nothing. Stupid mudblood, there she goes again. Argh, why do I always find myself staring at her??! He was mentally frustrated as he redirected his gaze to anything but the girl who was now taking her place between her two friends. There sat the golden trio. He couldn't help but smirk as he sipped from his goblet.
He brushed off the pug faced girl that was hanging on his arm, telling him some airhead story involving her and a new dress. True, she had managed to sleep with almost everybody at Hogwarts, but the one person she could never have was him whom she was now clinging to as if hanging on for dear life. Contrary to popular belief, Draco didn't go for such whores as the one now sitting next to him. He pushed her away as he got up and walked out of the hall in the direction of the room he shared with Hermione.
He got to the peculiar portrait that hung above the entrance to his quarters. The man, or the side of the man, was now sleeping so the female answered.
"Password?" she asked in a disdained voice.
"Prison" he muttered lightly and the portrait swung open. His cloak fluttered as he walked swiftly into the common room that they shared. He was surprised to find her curled up on the couch, reading. But he quickly hid his surprise and cursed under his breath. How did she get here before me?? He wondered. Oh well, it mattered not, he shrugged. She looked up and for a moment they locked eyes. He found himself swimming in her chocolate brown eyes. He quickly snapped back into reality and his jaw hardened once more. His eyes turned cold again and he sneered at her.
"Well, well, what a surprise, the mudblood Reading! Oh wow, how amazing. Isn't your head big enough already?"
She didn't reply but seemed absorbed in her book. Draco bristled. He was not used to being brushed off. He grabbed her arm.
"You will look at me when I'm talking to you." He hissed and spat venomously at her. Their eyes locked once more, and Draco again found himself feeling strange. It was like a fog had settled over his mind. He breathed in her scent. She smelled fresh and clean like citrus. Suddenly, he did something completely out of character.
Hermione's eyes widened in surprise as she felt soft lips pressed against her own. It took a second for her brain to register that he was kissing her. His tongue darted out in search of her own, caressing it, tasting every crevice of her mouth. She was almost enjoying it. Almost with regret she realized what was happening.
A great howl was heard from the room of the Head Boy and Girl. Draco stood a few feet in front of Hermione, a trickle of blood dripping down his chin. Hermione looked up at him and he was horrified to see glistening fangs protruding from her mouth. She had bit his tongue! The taste of blood filled his mouth. His eyes were smoldering with anger, mirroring her own which were dancing lividly. She turned and spit his blood out of her mouth.
"What the hell was that?" she roared at him. Draco found himself stunned, he sputtered when he failed to come up with an explanation. Suddenly his eyes danced with merriment.
"That was a kiss. I would've thought you of all people would've known Granger. I'm sure they have books on the subject" He smirked despite the blood that was now pooling in his mouth. He turned to the side and spit as well.
"What's the matter Malfoy?" she glared at him. "Can't handle yourself? You strut around pretending to be so great because you're pureblood. Well what does that really mean Malfoy?? Now that you've tasted your own blood, tell me, tell me what's so great about it? Huh??! You make fun of me and every muggle born at this school, and for what??" Draco paled as he saw her raise a clawed hand and make a small slash in her own arm. He could see the blood starting to rise. She brought her mouth up to her freshly opened wound and lapped up the blood. Draco could see a small drip at the corner of her mouth.
"Look Malfoy! It's the same! We both bleed the same blood! You aren't any better then anybody else. Your blood is just as bitter, just as red as the rest of ours." Draco was taken aback at this sudden declaration. He just stood there, immobile, looked at the pool of blood that now carpeted their room. He thought about it. All night, he thought about it. He couldn't get Hermione's voice out of his mind. He tossed and turned in his bed, thinking about what she'd said. I'll get you for this mudblood, if it's the last thing I do, you'll pay. Those were his last thoughts as he drifted off into a dreamless slumber, the taste of metallic blood still in his mouth.