Weeks passed since Malfoy and I had any eye/physical contact. It's not that
we wanted to, because we didn't. He pissed me off. I pissed him off. We
were even. We didn't speak to each other. That was fair. We didn't sit next
to each other. That was the law. We didn't look at each other. We were
innocent.
Until Potions, that is.
I sat down in my usual seat and opened my notebook.
"Class. Today you will sit next to your partners," announced gloomy Professor Snape. "And will be creating a potion-"
Everyone gasped at the word 'potion.'
"Now, now, class," Snape said with a wicked smile on his face. "Just a normal potion is all that it is." He smiled once more before mumbling, "A potion that will erupt your pituitary gland."
The class groaned as partners got together.
"Your ingredients will be in the front," Snape said.
I quickly got up as Malfoy sat down at my desk and walked toward the front of the class.
He followed me.
"Granger," he said, grabbing my elbow and pulling me towards him. He pulled his mouth close to my ear and whispered, "We need to talk."
"About what?" I snapped, jerking my arm away from him.
"About this game."
"There's a game?" I asked innocently.
"Don't play innocent with me," Malfoy said in a sharp tone.
"I'm not. I'm just always this innocent," I quickly remarked.
"This is exactly what I'm talking about!" he said, trying to keep his voice down. "We need to talk about it."
"There's nothing to talk about," I answered, gathering up the nectar leaves and the barb oil.
"Yes there is," Malfoy said.
"No. There is nothing to talk about."
He grunted and walked up to Professor Snape's desk and they had a semi- conversation. I call it that because Malfoy was talking and Snape nodded.
Malfoy turned and walked toward me. He bent over to my ear and whispered, "Ask Snape if you can go to the restroom," then he disappeared into the hall.
I waited a moment. I didn't know what the hell was I to do? But, being stupid as I was, I went on and asked him.
"Professor," I began sweetly. "May I please use the facilities?"
He mumbled something or other as he nodded.
I walked outside. Was I supposed to find him? I didn't want to. I wandered aimlessly until someone grabbed me and pushed me into a chamber that I never knew existed.
I looked up and saw Malfoy. His hands held my hands above my head-again.
"What do you want to talk about?" I asked impatiently.
"About this stupid game of war that we're playing-"
"First of all, its not a game. This is f*cking real. And we're not playing. This is f*cking real. And I do agree. This is stupid. But its not like you're trying to stop it now are you? You're just playing along-"
"I am not playing along!"
"Yes you are! You haven't tried to stop any of it. In fact, you're the one that f*cking started it!"
"When?"
I laughed a hollow laugh. "When?"
He lowered his head.
"When you tried to kill me; when you tried to ruin my life; when you completely overreacted over the smallest thing in my life; when you-"
"Stop!" he yelled.
"Oh, boo. And I was just getting started, too-"
"Just shut up."
"Easier said than done, dear a**hole," I replied.
He looked at me. His eyes bore through me. My gut was dancing around. My heart was fluttering. This bastard was pinning me against the wall.
And I thought I was going to have a good day.
"Just hear me out-"
"Like you hear me out?"
"This is different-"
"Different?"
"Yeah-"
"How?"
"It just is-"
"Stop," I said in a stern tone.
"Why?"
"Because you have no right to tell me that just because you're a f*cking Pureblood means that you can boss me around, okay, b*tch?" I yelled.
"I'm not-"
"Shut the hell up!" I yelled. "I am not done!"
"Do I give a f*ck-"?
"I don't care, a**hole." I glared at him. "My blood is red. Your blood is red. I'm a Mudblood and a Pureblood. You're a Pureblood and a Mudblood."
"This is different-"
"Stop with the different! I know that we're different! You have f*cking balls and I have f*cking brains-"
He clamped his hand over my mouth and wrapped his hand around my waist very tightly.
"Shut up," he said.
I glared at him. I was glaring at him because 1) he was forbidding me to speak 2) he was telling me what to do, and 3) he was really pissing me off.
"You are so frigging hot, you know that?" he asked slowly, removing his hand from my mouth.
Now was my chance to speak, but I said nothing. I stared into his pale-blue eyes. They were just so mesmerizing. What was I saying? Was I implying that I am in love with him? No. At least, I don't think I was-am-whatever. He's bastard! I can't fall in love with a bastard! Not to mention my best friend's enemy! Wait-what was happening to me? Wasn't Malfoy MY enemy, too? Damn. He was supposed to be, but that wasn't what I said earlier. Was it? Oh, god, no. It wasn't what I said earlier.
How could I ever think that my feelings for this a**hole was-and dare I say it-love? It wasn't love. It couldn't be love. It was lust. Oh my god. Lust? No. Love? Hell no. Huh? What? Love? Lust? Who? Where? Lust? Love? Ron?
Whoa. Where did Ron come from? Was I feeling love for Ron too? No. Wait. Huh? God, my life was so confusing. I just wanted to make my troubles and problems go away.
So I kissed him.
I jumped forward and kissed him full and straight on his soft, warm lips. God, he was so good at kissing. He kissed me deeper; he moved his hands from mine to my waist and pulled me closer till our bodies were touching. I placed my hands on his neck and played with his hair. His fingers danced along my waistline, and it felt so good. He pushed me back against the wall and burnt a trail of kisses down my cheek and neck.
Oxygen! Oh how I've missed thee!
"Draco," I moaned, as he gently sucked my neck. "Draco, we need to stop," I whispered, trying to push him off, but the problem was, I was pushing him softly and he would not stop.
I didn't know why I wanted this evil ecstasy to stop. Was it because I was a virgin? Or was it because I didn't want my "first time" done in a closet? Once again, another lose/lose situation.
I pushed him away more roughly, and this time he gave in.
"What's wrong?" he asked, out of breath. "Did I do something wrong?"
Should I lie? No.
But I did anyways. "I just wanted to do this, you know, later. In your room, privately, with your little satin sheets," I said as seductively as possible, placing my hands on his waist and walking my fingers along his belt.
"Really now?" he replied, giving me a quick kiss with his soft lips against my collarbone. "Well, I can't wait."
He opened the door and walked out.
I reluctantly followed and went into the girls' bathroom. I looked at myself in the mirror. What the hell was I going to do know?
Until Potions, that is.
I sat down in my usual seat and opened my notebook.
"Class. Today you will sit next to your partners," announced gloomy Professor Snape. "And will be creating a potion-"
Everyone gasped at the word 'potion.'
"Now, now, class," Snape said with a wicked smile on his face. "Just a normal potion is all that it is." He smiled once more before mumbling, "A potion that will erupt your pituitary gland."
The class groaned as partners got together.
"Your ingredients will be in the front," Snape said.
I quickly got up as Malfoy sat down at my desk and walked toward the front of the class.
He followed me.
"Granger," he said, grabbing my elbow and pulling me towards him. He pulled his mouth close to my ear and whispered, "We need to talk."
"About what?" I snapped, jerking my arm away from him.
"About this game."
"There's a game?" I asked innocently.
"Don't play innocent with me," Malfoy said in a sharp tone.
"I'm not. I'm just always this innocent," I quickly remarked.
"This is exactly what I'm talking about!" he said, trying to keep his voice down. "We need to talk about it."
"There's nothing to talk about," I answered, gathering up the nectar leaves and the barb oil.
"Yes there is," Malfoy said.
"No. There is nothing to talk about."
He grunted and walked up to Professor Snape's desk and they had a semi- conversation. I call it that because Malfoy was talking and Snape nodded.
Malfoy turned and walked toward me. He bent over to my ear and whispered, "Ask Snape if you can go to the restroom," then he disappeared into the hall.
I waited a moment. I didn't know what the hell was I to do? But, being stupid as I was, I went on and asked him.
"Professor," I began sweetly. "May I please use the facilities?"
He mumbled something or other as he nodded.
I walked outside. Was I supposed to find him? I didn't want to. I wandered aimlessly until someone grabbed me and pushed me into a chamber that I never knew existed.
I looked up and saw Malfoy. His hands held my hands above my head-again.
"What do you want to talk about?" I asked impatiently.
"About this stupid game of war that we're playing-"
"First of all, its not a game. This is f*cking real. And we're not playing. This is f*cking real. And I do agree. This is stupid. But its not like you're trying to stop it now are you? You're just playing along-"
"I am not playing along!"
"Yes you are! You haven't tried to stop any of it. In fact, you're the one that f*cking started it!"
"When?"
I laughed a hollow laugh. "When?"
He lowered his head.
"When you tried to kill me; when you tried to ruin my life; when you completely overreacted over the smallest thing in my life; when you-"
"Stop!" he yelled.
"Oh, boo. And I was just getting started, too-"
"Just shut up."
"Easier said than done, dear a**hole," I replied.
He looked at me. His eyes bore through me. My gut was dancing around. My heart was fluttering. This bastard was pinning me against the wall.
And I thought I was going to have a good day.
"Just hear me out-"
"Like you hear me out?"
"This is different-"
"Different?"
"Yeah-"
"How?"
"It just is-"
"Stop," I said in a stern tone.
"Why?"
"Because you have no right to tell me that just because you're a f*cking Pureblood means that you can boss me around, okay, b*tch?" I yelled.
"I'm not-"
"Shut the hell up!" I yelled. "I am not done!"
"Do I give a f*ck-"?
"I don't care, a**hole." I glared at him. "My blood is red. Your blood is red. I'm a Mudblood and a Pureblood. You're a Pureblood and a Mudblood."
"This is different-"
"Stop with the different! I know that we're different! You have f*cking balls and I have f*cking brains-"
He clamped his hand over my mouth and wrapped his hand around my waist very tightly.
"Shut up," he said.
I glared at him. I was glaring at him because 1) he was forbidding me to speak 2) he was telling me what to do, and 3) he was really pissing me off.
"You are so frigging hot, you know that?" he asked slowly, removing his hand from my mouth.
Now was my chance to speak, but I said nothing. I stared into his pale-blue eyes. They were just so mesmerizing. What was I saying? Was I implying that I am in love with him? No. At least, I don't think I was-am-whatever. He's bastard! I can't fall in love with a bastard! Not to mention my best friend's enemy! Wait-what was happening to me? Wasn't Malfoy MY enemy, too? Damn. He was supposed to be, but that wasn't what I said earlier. Was it? Oh, god, no. It wasn't what I said earlier.
How could I ever think that my feelings for this a**hole was-and dare I say it-love? It wasn't love. It couldn't be love. It was lust. Oh my god. Lust? No. Love? Hell no. Huh? What? Love? Lust? Who? Where? Lust? Love? Ron?
Whoa. Where did Ron come from? Was I feeling love for Ron too? No. Wait. Huh? God, my life was so confusing. I just wanted to make my troubles and problems go away.
So I kissed him.
I jumped forward and kissed him full and straight on his soft, warm lips. God, he was so good at kissing. He kissed me deeper; he moved his hands from mine to my waist and pulled me closer till our bodies were touching. I placed my hands on his neck and played with his hair. His fingers danced along my waistline, and it felt so good. He pushed me back against the wall and burnt a trail of kisses down my cheek and neck.
Oxygen! Oh how I've missed thee!
"Draco," I moaned, as he gently sucked my neck. "Draco, we need to stop," I whispered, trying to push him off, but the problem was, I was pushing him softly and he would not stop.
I didn't know why I wanted this evil ecstasy to stop. Was it because I was a virgin? Or was it because I didn't want my "first time" done in a closet? Once again, another lose/lose situation.
I pushed him away more roughly, and this time he gave in.
"What's wrong?" he asked, out of breath. "Did I do something wrong?"
Should I lie? No.
But I did anyways. "I just wanted to do this, you know, later. In your room, privately, with your little satin sheets," I said as seductively as possible, placing my hands on his waist and walking my fingers along his belt.
"Really now?" he replied, giving me a quick kiss with his soft lips against my collarbone. "Well, I can't wait."
He opened the door and walked out.
I reluctantly followed and went into the girls' bathroom. I looked at myself in the mirror. What the hell was I going to do know?
