A/N: Enjoy, it's sorta short…
Chapter Eight
I Am In Control…
Everything… The word still sends a shiver down my spine. Everything… It was just the way he said it that will make it stay in my mind and within my being forever. Everything… It was what he wanted and was what he eventually took. Everything… It's amazing what memories a single word can conjure up.
That kiss was what I craved. It gave me a taste and of course I wanted more. That kiss was amazing and there are really no words to describe it. It liberated something deep inside. Some primal urge that could only be satisfied with my own release. Harry had been avoiding me, or was it I was avoiding him? Well, whoever it was, we did not speak again until potions.
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"Hi," I said as I sat down a bench #1. He looked up at me from his textbook with a calculating look. His eyes shone with something that, at the time, I did not know what it was.
"Hi," he said shyly.
"Today, we will be attempting to make truthfulness potions," Professor said in his usual condescending tone. He was beginning another boring lecture about another boring topic. "I stress attempting because I am sure only three of you will actually get it."
I rolled my eyes and Harry heaved a sigh. The same old crap gets boring over the years. I think the only one who had not gotten used to it was Neville Longbottom. I did feel sorry for the kid, even if I did not show it at times.
"Pass the astar root," Harry said quietly. I was brought back to reality, picked up the jar and handed it to him. His hand closed over the small jar, and my hand too, but only for a moment. His skin burned where it touched and I wanted more.
"Wait until your water is boiling before adding the unicorn horn, then let it cool and add the astar root. Once this is done, bring it back to a simmer and add the boomslang," Professor Snape said in a monotonous way. "Let that cool and then, finally, add the mandrake juice. If you've done it right, the potion should be crystal clear."
"This sucks," Harry said as he began to shred the astar root.
"Tell me about it," I replied as I dumped the powdered unicorn horn into the boiling water. I stirred it for a couple of minutes to make sure the powder had dissolved.
We spent the class making the potion as we glanced at each other. Once, every so often, I would catch Harry looking at me and we both would blush. I still did not know where we stood on the relationship front. That boy was kind of confusing. He would be all over me one minute, though it never got that far, the next he would just look at me with contempt, which was mainly around his friends, but it still hurt.
It is amazing how much one wants something and when they get it, they want more because nothing is enough. Harry was toying with me. So, I decided to turn the tables and toy with him. He had Quidditch practice later on tonight. The perfect opportunity...
After the potion had cooled, we continued with the rest of the steps. The class passed without any incident of significance. The potion worked, but we were forbidden to ask any deeply personal questions of each other, lest we wish to lose all of our house points.
Once class was done, I left quickly to formulate my plan. As I finished with that, I grew increasingly nervous. It took all of my will to stop from chickening out. At five o'clock I grabbed the invisibility cloak, I acquired in 4th year from my dad, and dragged myself to the Quidditch pitch.
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I was seated in the bleachers. The sun hung low on the horizon. There was little to no cloud in the sky. The air was crisp; the first snow was to fall any day now. Winter was my favourite season. It always had the beautiful delicate look about it with ice and snow. I love it.
From somewhere on the pitch I heard Jesse Anacrown yell.
"Heads up!!"
I ducked. No way was I going to go through the pain of another bludger to the head. The bludger passed me like nothing and went back to trying to fell the players. I continued to watch as Harry zoomed around catching the snitch within minutes. The practise went well into the night. A mysterious glow settled on the pitch. No doubt one of the players figured out a spell to make practices longer. No doubt it was Jesse Anacrown, he was just as insane as Oliver Wood. Once the practice was over, they all made their way toward the showers.
I raced down the bleacher stairs into the small, barely illuminate hallway. It was there where I stood waiting. I could hear them in the showers. Laughing and talking about their next game. Then, they all began to leave, one by one. The Weasley twins left first, the strange thing was that they were holding hands but I shrugged it off. Then the chasers Angelina and Katie. Jesse left whistling to himself. The other chaser, I did not know their name, left just after Jesse and they began to talk. All were gone except for the one I was waiting for and he did not leave for another twenty minutes.
Harry left the showers and was just past me when I grabbed his arm. He whipped around to see who his attacker was, but before he had any time to react, I pushed him up against the pitch wall. It was dark and the only way he could identify me is if he saw my hair in the moonlight, which was entirely possible because I am shorter than him.
I kissed him, hard, almost bruising to both of our lips. He responded immediately and tried to force his tongue into my mouth, but I would not let him. I was in control. We kissed hungrily for I do not know how long. The concept of time seemed to have lost all meaning and it was just there and then. I could feel his heart pounding as I pressed my body up as close as I as I could to him. Our chests met and we were both breathing hard every time we broke the kiss for breath before we resumed it again. I soon felt his body responding to the kiss when his hardness hit my stomach. I was trying desperately not to react, but to no avail. It was then I decided to leave him in burning dissatisfaction and annoyed frustration.
I abruptly ended the kiss and took off running.
"Wait!" Harry's demanding plea followed me as I ran toward the great hall. I threw the cloak around me and disappeared from his view.
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A/N: So how was that? Did you like it? It's a bit weird but I thought I'd put Malfoy back in control for a little while. Yes, Harry does know it's Draco. Ummm… I guess that's all. I want to know if anyone knows!! Hahaha… that is really bugging me. I tried to make it subtle but still stand out at the same, though it won't happen for a while. I'm sure you know… Anyway, Thanks so much for reading and please review!! I love you for it. Thanks again, Luv Gia
P.S. I'm so stupid!!! Marcus Flint and Oliver Wood have Graduated!!!