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He entered the Potions classroom, his gait as poised as ever. A small smirk stretched over his face as he saw her.
His target.
The ball was in his court; all the darts were ready to be hurled. She sat attentively at the front of the class next to Weasley, twirling a quill in her lean fingers and waiting for the Professor to arrive. He saw as the red-haired boy inclined to whisper something in her ear, which she laughed at.
He wondered what exactly they were talking about that was so funny.
He saw her curls draped freely over her back, the chocolate masses glistening with wetness and gel. Each of her curls were so perfectly defined, he noted. Like corkscrews. She arched her back slightly, twisting her neck once more.
He watched her all the while.
Draco saw that she had an empty seat next to her. His smirk widened, as he moved to take his seat.
He could smell raspberries around her.
"Just what do you think you're doing, Malfoy?" Granger said, her voice hinted with inquisition and scepticism.
He merely stared at her, hoping to unnerve her. His eyes permeated her own, as he drank the contours of her body into his mind. She had good eyes, he observed with some scorn; they were almond and brown. Though they were not formidable, they were still dazzling in their own right.
Her face was oval-ish, and she had a light sprinkling of freckles on the bridge of her nose. They were very faint though, but he still wondered why he had never noticed them before. Her breathing was deep and he stared as her chest rose and descended.
She was still waiting for him to answer, one eyebrow raised cockily in anticipation.
"I am sitting beside you, Granger," Draco said plainly.
She rolled her eyes.
"Yes, but why?"
"In case it hasn't come to your attention yet," Draco retorted, "everywhere else is full. Believe you me, I would never sit beside you out of my own will."
"And I would never let you sit beside me," she snapped, moving to pick up her parchment and stationery from the desk.
Draco extended his hand and grasped her forearm firmly in it. She looked quickly up from the desk to meet his eyes. Yet he wasn't looking at her face; his gaze remained on the soft, creamy skin of her arm. He thumbed it gingerly, unwittingly sending shivers through the girl.
He looked up at her eyes and saw the fleeting emotion of fear in them. He tightened his grip on her, frustrated that she showed her emotions so blatantly.
But he was nevertheless pleased that he had discovered the weakness that he could in time use against her.
"You will sit here," he ordered lazily.
Her eyes narrowed.
"Just what makes you think I'll listen to what you say?" challenged Granger.
His grip tautened. Her eyes closed momentarily before they opened again. He admired her tenacity.
"You will learn obedience," answered Draco, trying to keep his words cryptic.
She yanked her arm out of his grasp with surprising strength. Draco was delighted to note that there was a pale periwinkle violet bruise on the skin of her forearm.
He had marked her.
"Give me a break," she snarled, hauling her bag and moving away from him.
A scowl spread over Draco's face that was soon substituted by a smirk. Granger had made a bad move, a mistake, in disobeying him. But she would pay in good time.
He always got his revenge on everyone in the end.
True, he had lied about the crowded nature of the classroom.
But then again, lying had always been second nature to him.
A/N: Thanks for reviewing everyone! If Draco seems a tad obsessed to you – let me just say, he is. This story will get very angsty. Draco is a sick, sick person in this story. Just a warning ;).
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