Chapter 8

She slowed down her walking as soon as she got far enough away from him for comfort. Her breathing was hard.

"What was I doing!?" she asked herself out loud. "I can't have liked that. He's Malfoy for God's sake!"

The smack left a red mark on his face, but he hadn't cared. He knew she liked it, it at least wanted it. The smack was worth the act. The burning on his cheek was forgotten in his satisfaction. He didn't think, no, he wasn't going to say anything to anyone about kissing her. He figured he'd keep it to himself and torture her with the knowledge that at any point he could tell everyone. It was working, he was getting to her.

She had barely been able to get her homework done that night, all she kept thinking about all that night before, and all during classes the next day was Draco's, I mean Malfoy's, warm hands running up and down her skin. He hadn't gotten up any further than her mid-stomach in the front, she shuddered to think what would've happened if he had.

"...Miss Marius?"

"Oh, hu? What?"

"Miss Marius, this is not like you, please pay attention. Mr. Malfoy. Can you please answer my question?"

"Yes sir...."

Kelsey was once again lost with words and turned around to make eye contact with Draco. He gave her knowing look, almost flaunting the fact that he knew what she was thinking about. She narrowed her eyes and turned back around, trying to pay attention. It was hard, but she just barely managed.

Later that day she was standing around outside D.A.D.A waiting to be let in when Draco and Roche walked up, talking. Draco made eye contact with her, holding it for a second too long. She looked away quickly. Kelsey had been talking to Harry and Ron and noticed the interaction.

"Are you ok?" asked Harry

"Umm, yeah fine. Why do you ask?" she said almost sounding nervous.

"Well, because for once you're the first one to disconnect eye contact between Malfoy," stated Ron as if it was the simplest thing in the world.

"Yeah, I'm fine... let's go into class now...."

She managed to stay focused in this class, luckily, but was very shaken when Draco came and sat by her at dinner time.

"What do you want?" she asked him harshly.

He laughed a devious laugh and smiled his same smile. "Oh I think you know what I want."

She gave him a look for pure loathing out of the corner of her narrowed eyes. "Why won't you just leave me around, I was tired last night and acted out of complete stupidity."

"All excuses are made to cover up lies."

"Oh so what, now you're a philosopher."

He laughed, "You know you liked it just as much as me."

"Oh don't even; there is no way that could be possible, even if I had liked it a little bit."

"You're probably right," he slipped his hand onto her thigh under the table, "but it's all the same."

She slowly brought her butter knife from the table and held the tip to the top of his hand. "If you don't take your hand off my leg right now, you'll regret it."

He laughed, removing it, and continued to eat. She despised how easily he could just laugh shit off.

As they were leaving the Great Hall, she saw on his cheek where she had hit him, and it made her think. Two could play his little game; obviously he wasn't getting the idea. Sure, denying him supposedly turned him on, but what else was she supposed to do, give in. That would make him just as happy.

This time as she headed back to her dorm, she made sure she didn't walk alone.

She had never really despised Draco up until last night. The whole time it was just more of an act to try and keep it cool, not want to get close to him or fall for him. She knew just how dangerous it could be to do that. Draco wasn't innocent let's say nicely, and every one knew it. Or at least every one who knew it. He was a player and no girl wants to be played. Especially not by a guy that you've known since you were four.