"What the hell are you doing, Malfoy?" I asked. "This is really getting old!"

He crushed his lips against mine in a response.

Why does he always do this? Why does he always have to make me feel...wanted? What the hell am I saying? Am I saying that I hate him? Well, that *is* true...but-wait. Yes. I do hate him. No I don't. Yes I do. No I don't. Oh...my...fucking...God! Am I starting to like this jerk-face? Am I? Ugh!

"Get off me, Malfoy!" I screamed, kicking his shins.

"Aahh!" Malfoy exclaimed, clutching his shins.

"What the hell do you want?" I yelled, rubbing my wrists. They had turned red from Malfoy's grasp, and they hurt. "Didn't the potion wear off yet?"

He stood unsteadily and looked right at me. "Detention, remember?"

"Bloody hell," I mumbled, placing my hands on my hips.

"This way," he replied, gesturing for me to follow.

I hesitated for a moment, not sure if I should trust this bozo. Would he *really* lead me to Snape's classroom? He'd done the same to many girls in the past. Get them into detention, and never lead them to Snape's. He'd lead them out into some forbidden and/or unknown soundproof chamber and rape them. He'd scarred many girls. And of those girls included Ginny. Nikole was one of the attempted, but was the only girl who'd not fallen into his trap.

"C'mon, Granger. Snape isn't a patient man," Malfoy remarked.

"Don't I know it," I mumbled to myself. I crossed my arms across my chest and followed him nonetheless.

He led me into a familiar corridor and onto the Changing Stairs. Or at least, that's what I called them. I looked at him as he stepped onto a stair, and gave him a once over. God he was hot. Wait-oh, not again! But, the potion should've lost its effects by now...unless this was real-ah, shitake mushrooms!

"Well?" Malfoy asked. "Come on then." He motioned for me to follow.

So I followed like a cow follows the herd right over the cliff, stupidly. I followed stupidly.

The stair began to move once I stood right next to Malfoy. The suddenness it its desire to change shook me as I reached for a steady support: Malfoy. So there we were. My hands were draped around his neck, his on my waist. Our faces were inches away. His hot breath bathed my cheeks. Our eyes were locked for five minutes. My heart was pounding against my chest.

I had never felt like this. Was it fear? Fear of what he might do to me? Or was it-and dare I say it-lust for Malfoy?

Was he even thinking what I was thinking? I highly doubt it.

The stair joined a landing, the impact even harder than the separation. Our bodies closed the remaining tiny gap. We pressed closer together. His body heat was giving me shivers down my spine.

He pushed a few strands of hair away from my face and smiled. He smiled that Snape smile. And once again, I hated him. It's strange how you could immediately fall for a guy and then lose complete interest once he reminds you of how he really is.

I stood up quickly and reminded him, "Snape's detention. Where, may I ask, is this going to be held?"

"No. You may not ask," Malfoy quickly retorted, brushing himself off.

"Why not?" I asked coldly.

"Because I said so," he answered in the same cold, hard tone that I had just used.

"You have no right to tell me what to do," I said. "Lizard breath," I mumbled under my breath.

"What did you say?" he asked in a snotty tone after pushing me into Snape's classroom.

"I said, 'You have no right to order me around.' That's what I said," I replied, sitting down at a table.

"No, after that, genius," he answered.

"Thank you." I was planning to make out first detention together the worst for him as much as possible.

He was beginning to get annoyed. "For what?"

"For calling me a genius," I replied, leaning back into my chair.

"That was a sarcastic thing, Granger."

"I know. But still, it was so thoughtful of you!" I replied in a girly tone. I flashed him a sweet, innocent smile.

"I hate you," he remarked, narrowing his pale-blue eyes at me.

"Ditto, lizard breath." I gave a hollow laugh.

"What did you call me?"

"Lizard breath." I looked at him right in the eyes. "It's not illegal you know." I smiled.

We stayed in silence for fifteen minutes. I was sitting; he was standing.

"When is Snape coming?" I asked. The silence was choking me; I just had to say something. I just had to speak to someone...some*thing* in Malfoy's case.

He shrugged as he sat on the table by my side.

"How can you not know?" I inquired with defense. "You've been here more often than I have!"

"Obviously," he mumbled.

He looked at me. And I looked at him. I was in the exact same state that I was on the stairs. My stomach turned to mush, and the butterflies couldn't really flutter in mush. It was like having a hummingbird flying through dense snow. Was this lust for Malfoy? Or love? No. No one could ever love a Malfoy, I mean, without it being a biological relation.

The next thing I knew, our lips had met each other and were know fighting to part each other's mouth open. His tongue ran over my lips and a tingle ran from my toes to the tips of my earlobes. He cupped my face and I opened my eyes. He was looking at me, his hard eyes softening in my presence.

"What are you doing?" I asked him in a voice just barely above a whisper.

He answered me with a kiss. A sweet and innocent little kiss; it almost seemed as if he'd changed. The keyword: almost.

I pushed him lightly away from me.

He stared at me, dumbfounded. "What's wrong?" he asked.

"Why are you doing this?" I asked.

"What do you mean?"

"Don't answer my question with a question, Malfoy," I answered. "Why are you kissing me right now? Is it because you just want to-just another girl whom you've f*cked to add to the list? Or is because you love me?"

"Because I love you."

I hated him at this moment. "Listen to yourself! We're already kissing without having our feelings established? Well, you probably only said that to get in bed with you!" Anger was building up inside me and was ready to burst.

I pushed him away. Roughly. That's how hard I pushed him.

I ran out of the classroom, Malfoy trailing behind me.

"What about detention?" he called after me.

"Kissing you was enough suffering that I could handle!" I yelled back.

He was running after me. I knew it. But that didn't make me slow down. I ran harder.

The flood of students was coming from the Great Hall. I was glad for this. Malfoy got lost in the crowd. I got lost in the crowd. We got lost in the crowd. We got lost in the crowd together.