I Hate the Way You Make Me Feel

Chapter 3 – Keep Your Hands, not to mention eyes, to yourself

Disclaimer: Once again, I still don't own Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy, or anything created by JK Rowling. I WISH I owned Draco, and if I did we'd be in some broom closet now, sucking the life out of each other. Anyways, on to the story....

EDIT: i was rereading my story and i noticed that i said that tamara (tara) was blaise's sister, and then i said she was draco's cousin. she is really draco cousin! sorry about the mix up.

"Whoa....," it was Draco who recovered first. He definitely wasn't just seeing her pretty face. He was seeing....everything else. He should have looked away, but he couldn't tear his eyes away from her ample chest. (sounds perverted, I know)

Aless, who seemed to have recovered also, resumed shouting at him, "WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN HERE? GET OUT! GET OUT!"

Draco backed away, mumbling "sorry," but she noticed his eyes still hadn't left her body.

"YOU PERV! GET OUT, NOW! DO I HAVE TO GET OUT OF HERE AND GET YOU OUT MYSELF?"

As if processing the meaning of her words, she gasped and shot Draco a dirty look. Draco, feeling amused, said, "I wouldn't mind if you did."

A disgusted Aless shouted, "Damn it, Draco! Just leave already!"

Draco left, but couldn't help smiling to himself. He couldn't wait to tell his best friend, Blaise Zabini, (male of course-what girl would want to hear about that?) about this.

Once Draco had left, Aless started shaking in fury and disbelief. He had invaded her personal space, not to mention her privacy! The nerve of him, she thought, she didn't recall Draco telling her that they would be sharing the same bathroom! It occurred to her that she should at least have seen the door and locked it. No, she thought, he should have told me in the first place. She decided her bath had gone long enough. Slowly stepping out of the tub, she grabbed the towel hanging on the rack nearby and slowly dried herself off. With a wave of her wand, her hair was instantly dried. Putting on a blue bathrobe she had brought from home, she went to her closet in hopes of finding the perfect outfit. This task took her mind off of her recent encounter with Draco, as it took about 20 minutes before she found the right skirt and top. The skirt she had chosen was a white satin skirt cut diagonally in the front and back, showing from her right hip, to her thighs, ending at her left knee. It was tied at her hip in an elegant knot. The top she had chosen was a halter top, but this was no ordinary halter that covered half her back and tied at the nape of her neck. No, this one showed a lot of skin, much like her skirt. The halter she had chosen was a normal brown. This one tied twice, once at the nape of her neck and once in the middle. Ultimately, her back was bare. It ended a few inches above her stomach, the bottom of the halter ending in a V-shape. (Sorry if my descriptions are confusing. I'm just describing it by how it looks in my head). She hoped this would pass Narcissa's standards.

Meanwhile, Draco had long discarded the notion that Aless would let him shower in his bathroom. He knew Aless would be in there until 6, as all women would be, so he went in search of another guest bathroom he could use. He took a cold shower at first, but then turned the water hot. Once finished, Draco dried himself off with a towel and tied it around his waist. It was nearing 5 now, and he was sure no one would be wandering the halls now, so he felt safe walking back to his room in only a towel.

Aless decided to go in search of Narcissa or her mother in hopes of an opinion on how to style her hair. Still wearing her bathrobe, she had barely gone 2 feet from her room when she spotted Draco wearing only a towel, apparently fresh out of the shower, going back to his room. She gasped.

Draco was only a few feet from entering his room when he saw Aless come out of her room in only a bathrobe. He heard her gasp as she saw him, and her eyes were glued to his chest. He smirked. All that quidditch practice had certainly paid off.

Aless couldn't take her eyes off of Draco's chest. He WAS a god, what with that body-those abs!-that hair, and that sexy smirk he always had on his face. She could feel his eyes on her too.

"I guess I'm not the only one with a staring problem," Draco so kindly remarked.

Aless blushed. She had been caught staring. There was no use in trying to deny it, but it was always worth a try.

"What are you talking about?" She retorted, "At least I don't walk in on people while they're taking a bath and STILL stand there staring."

Draco ignored this and continued, "There's no use in trying to deny it. We both know you like what you see. You're not so bad yourself."

Aless could feel her blush coming back to her. She threw him another dirty look and stalked back into her room, slamming her door, forgetting the reason why she had left the room in the first place. Draco went to his room, closing his door softly.

Once in the safety of her room, Aless leaned her back against the door she had just slammed. What was wrong with her? Sure, he had a GREAT body, but that was where the things she liked about him ended. After that, he was just an ass. She checked the clock in her room. It was nearing 6; she had another 20 minutes or so to do her hair and put on her makeup.

She sighed as she sat in front of the mirror on a short stool with a puffy cushion. She tried many styles on her hair, ranging from just straight to curly, to a fancy up-do. She finally settled on leaving it down, curled at the ends. Next she applied some foundation, then powder, a bit of a rosy blush, and bronze eye shadow. She added a final touch of clear lip gloss. She knew that the slightest bits of makeup could do wonders for her. She did a final mirror check before slipping her feet into a pair of strappy brown heels.

Draco had finished dressing and was now making his way to the foot of the stairs, his hair slicked back as usual. He was wearing a nice pair of khakis with a coincidentally brown polo shirt. He checked his watch; the hands now read 5:59. Where was Aless? Just as he looked up, he saw a beautiful female walking down the stairs, towards him. She was wearing a white skirt that showed an awful lot of leg and a brown top Draco didn't know the name of-just that it tied around her neck. Her hair was left down with loose curls. Her face showed the lightest traces of makeup. Draco couldn't help opening his mouth in shock when he realized that it was, indeed, Aless. He had to admit it-she looked good in anything.....and in nothing. The skirt and top showed off all her curves. And the weird thing was they were both wearing brown.

Aless, who was only a few steps from Draco now, said, "Draco, don't stare! It's rude!"

Now that Aless was closer to him, she saw that he looked very nice in his khaki pants and polo. He offered his arm to her, which she took. They walked towards the backyard, as that was where the party would be held. Once out there, Draco whispered, "I'll introduce you to Blaise Zabini. He's my best friend. I'm sure you'll like him."

Draco spotted his friend talking to none other than Pansy Parkinson. He led Aless over to them. Blaise saw Draco first and greeted,

"Draco! How are you, mate? And who is this lovely lady? What can I do to you-for you! For you....," he muttered, as he caught Draco's glare, "Blaise Zabini, and what's a girl like you doing with Draco?"

Aless suppressed her laughter, "Charming, aren't you? You can do whatever you want with me-in your dreams! I'm just messing with you, Zabini," she laughed, spotting Pansy getting all over Draco and continued, "And Draco is here with ME." Pansy didn't seem to notice this so Aless snaked her arm around Draco's waist and said,

"Parkinson, if you know what's good for you, I suggest you keep your filthy hands off MY DATE."

Pansy looked up and sneered, "Or what? He may be your date, but he's going to be MY boyfriend."

"Or I'll have to get rid of you myself."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"It means exactly what it should mean. Now if you'll excuse us, Draco and I were just going to find ourselves a private place where we could make out."

Pansy's eyes grew wide, "But the party just started! Draco doesn't like you anyways!"

"How do you know he doesn't like me? Besides, making out is the best way to start a party, don't you think? See you around, Blaise," Aless winked at Blaise.

Blaise, who decided to play along, said, "Hey, if you decide he's not a good kisser, you know where to go."

For a moment, it seemed as if Draco had a glint of jealousy in his eyes, but it passed. He responded, "Zabini, she's mine. Why don't you go find Tamara and have a snog session somewhere?" He turned to leave.

Aless and Draco made their way across the courtyard to a slightly secluded area where there were several people milling around. As they were walking, Draco asked,

"Were you serious about us making out?"

Aless snorted and replied, "Not in this lifetime! That was just to bait Pansy."

"Were you jealous? I told you the ladies couldn't resist me."

"Why would I be jealous? Besides, the only people I see attracted to you are pug-faced."

"But you're not pug-faced."

"Will you get it through your head that I don't like you? You're too arrogant for me."

"Are you sure you don't like me? Because I know you like what you see."

"Just because I like what I see doesn't mean I actually like you."

"You'll see. In time, you'll feel yourself melting as you look into my eyes."

"Your eyes are as cold as ice. I don't see myself melting-I see myself freezing."

"Would you like me to warm you up? That can be arranged."

"Whatever. Who's Tamara?"

"Tamara? Oh, she's just my cousin. She's had a perpetual crush on Blaise."

"I'd like to meet her. Is she here?"

As if hearing their conversation, a female's voice called out,

"Draco! Where's Blaise? Oh, and who's this?"

Aless and Draco both turned around to see a tall, thin girl with the same pale blonde hair and pointed face Draco had. Her eyes were a silvery blue and they were dancing with excitement. She was wearing a yellow sundress that ended at her knees. Her hair was long and shiny.

Draco smiled at her and said, "Speak of the devil. Tammy, so wonderful to see you."

Tamara gave him a dirty look, as she didn't like the nickname "Tammy". She said, "Who's your friend? She's much prettier than that pug faced girl Parkinson. And don't call me Tammy."

Aless grinned and said, "So I'm not the only person who thinks Pansy resembles a pug!"

Tamara replied, "Welcome to the club. I'm Tamara Malfoy, but I don't call me Tamara. I hate my name. I haven't found a nickname that I like yet."

Draco snickered and said, "Well, that's not our fault. Don't you think we've tried coming up with a decent nickname? We've been through Mara, Ara, Tam, Tammy, Mar, and Tar. Personally, my favorite of the bunch is Tammy."

"Well maybe you should try harder! And besides, you only like Tammy because it annoys me the most. And what kind of nickname is Ara?"

"True, true. Any suggestions Aless?"

"Hmm...well, how about Tara? Oh yeah, I'm Alessandra Matthews, but everyone calls me Aless," Aless replied.

Tamara pondered the nickname, and her decision was finalized with a squeal and a hug for Aless, "Sorry about that, but I've never thought of that! Wow! You're way to smart for Draco. What are you doing with him anyways? Don't tell me you actually like him!"

"I'm being forced. Do you really think anyone in their right mind would like Draco out of the own free will?"

At this, Tamara laughed. Draco retorted, "Is that so? I thought earlier you said we were going to go make out somewhere."

"No we're not!"

"Isn't that what you told Pansy?"

"I told you, it was BAIT. I just love pissing the living shit out of that girl."

"You know you want to."

"It was a pleasure meeting you Tara, maybe we'll talk again later. Draco and I have some unfinished business."

Aless grabbed Draco's arm, leaving Tara to go in search of Pansy, and dragged him away. Once a safe distance from everyone else, she sat down on a patch of grass.

"Unfinished business, eh? I knew you couldn't resist me," Draco smirked.

Aless scoffed and said, "Please! You repel me like bug spray!"

"What?"

"Never mind. Your cousin's a nice person."

"Not until she drives you up the wall talking about Blaise."

"Blaise is cute."

"Would you date him?"

"No. I'll let Tara have him."

"Who would you date?"

"Anyone who's a pureblood."

"Is that by choice? Or because of who you are?"

"Both, I suppose. My parents have told me that purebloods are the only true wizards. And I've grown up believing that."

"Me too. I don't associate with anyone who's less. And if I do, its to insult."

Aless knew who he was talking about and said, "Why do you hate them so much?"

"Who? The Golden Trio?"

Aless merely nodded.

"Scarface is Dumbledore's golden boy. Granger's a filthy nuisance of a mudblood, and Weasly comes from a pureblood family that's muggle loving and poor as dirt. Disgrace, if you ask me. They get away with everything. Their so-called courage is rewarded."

"Are you jealous?"

"Jealous? Of who? Just because they're so lucky? No."

"Right, Draco."

"Are you sure you don't like me? Because people who don't like me call me Malfoy."

"I only call some people by their last names. Personally, I like Draco better than Malfoy."

"Ok....So anyways, I thought we were going to make out."

This caused Aless to go off on him, nearly shouting at him, "Didn't I tell you it was bait? It was just bloody bait! Will you get that through you head? Merlin, I don't like-"

But Aless was cut off by Draco, who leaned over and gently placed his lips over hers.

Author's Note: I really hope you all love this chapter. I was not sure where to end it, so I decided to stop it here. See you in chapter 4!