Chapter Name: Fae! Don't!
Disclaimer: Do I have to do this every time?
Fae walked down the hall, Greg right next to her. "I hate Potions, I hate Potions, I hate Potions." Fae tapped his shoulder. "Greg, did I ever tell you that I hate potions?" Greg smiled. "Yes you did. Now let's just get to class and hate it until it's over, ok?" Fae groaned and nodded. "Fine………"
All through class, Professor Adams just stared at her. She hated it when he looked at her. It was almost as though he were stripping her with his eyes……… He was only 18, for he had graduated the year before, and she hated the way that he always watched her. He never took points away from her, no matter what she did, and even the one time she swore at him, he just gazed at her longily.
Fae tugged at the sleeve of her robes and moved her leg, watching the Professors eyes follow it. She nudged at Greg. "Watch his eyes Greg. I'm telling you, this isn't my imagination!" Greg sighed. "Professor Adams doesn't like you Fae!" "Oh he does too!" Fae shouted. Everyone looked at her, including the professor. "15 points from Gryffindor. You can thank Mr. Longbottom for infuriating one of my best students. And Miss Malfoy, 25 points for standing up for yourself."
Fae groaned. His best student? She always failed his tests and only passed because the bloody man was in love with her! When class was over, the professor shouted over the clamor, "Miss Malfoy, please stay and talk to me! Everyone else go!" Fae groaned. "I'll be right out Greg. Wait for me outside and listen. If I yell, come in."
Professor Adams sat at the edge of his desk. "Hello Miss Malfoy, or should I say, 'Bonjour étoile.'" He reached out and loosened her tie. Fae closed her eyes. "Get your hands off of me Professor." He smiled his irresistible grin.
"I've told you Étoile, call me Daniel." As he reached foreword to touch her again, she grabbed his wrist. "No Âne. I will not call you Daniel. Now I'm leaving." But as she started to go, she felt him bite her wrist. She howled in pain, but could remember nothing later, for she fell to the ground unconscious.
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When Fae awoke in the hospital wing three weeks later, she had the sudden urge to touch someone. She didn't know why, but she wanted to touch someone, something at that very moment. As if by a miracle, Greg walked through the door. Fae grinned widely. "Greg!"
She hopped out of bed and wrapped her arms around his neck. A white light suddenly flashed over her eyes and she felt her entire mouth water. She forced herself to pull away for fear of what might happen if she didn't.
"Fae," Greg said, sitting beside her on the bed. "Are you alright?" She felt her dizziness subside. "I'm fine Greg, I just had a-" But the light returned. She reached out and pushed him away. "Greg, go! Go aw-" But before she had a chance to finish her sentence, her arms were around his shoulders and she felt herself pressing her lips to his neck.
"Fae! Don't!"
