She is a paradox to you. A sweet enigma from which you suck your secret pleasure from, with nervous sly glances, only when you are sure that her own beautiful world from which you are an outsider has made her oblivious to your burning, staring eyes. You want her. Under your sheets at night you bite down on your pillow to keep from being heard. The image of her pink tongue sliding over pristine white canines, too sharp for comfort, is forever etched in your mind, the single gesture creating hundreds of proposals and insinuations and fantasies inside your young, impressionable mind. She knows how to get what she wants. And more. And today when she sees you staring, from across the table in the bustling Hall, her lips quirk into a smirk, only for a moment, as her cool black eyes stare straight back. They turn away, breaking the stretched out, suspended moment, as she stabs her fork down into the table, barely missing her boyfriend's fingers in a vicious warning to him. Her snarled out words, "I told you not to touch me in public!" only draw you to her more, a moth to the flame, despite how it makes the elder boy cringe and flush with embarrassment and anger towards this pale, ethereal, dangerous beauty. You think to yourself with slight smugness that YOU would not anger her so. That you would be anything and everything she would want from you. A touch to your hand distracts you. Your attention drawn now to the prefect beside you. Macnair. "It isn't worth it, Lucius." He says to you with a little shake of his head, and a pitying look. You don't care. Only years later will you begin to understand what was meant. Her deceptive charm will have drawn you in, tangling you in her carefully woven web of screams and power. She will have you wrapped around her finger. Caught in the vicious cycle of desire. You will need to make her yours. Work will yourself into a sweat to show her that you are above her, own her, control her. The struggle of power, each out to prove something. And every time, you will be the one to cave, moaning out her name in the dark.

"Bella."

She will always get what she wants.