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Chapter Two

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"You should let me love you,

Let me be the one to

Give you everything

You want and need."

He was at it again.

Looking at her through half-slit eyes across the hall, observing her every move. He watched every meticulous movement with perceiveness, making it seem like he was gaping at her in wonder. Her slender neck stretched and contorted in an ardor manner. She wiped away the butter crumbs with a napkin in a petite behavior. A strange feeling crept towards his face as he watched her rest her head at the crook of the Weasley's shoulder. Oh, how he just wanted to strangle the life out of the sodding idiot's head as Ron kissed Hermione's temple with tenderness.

His hand formed into a fist as he tried to control his anger towards the Weasel King. His revenge towards the git would be painful and merciless and after he was done with him, he'll rot flesh to bones in a bloody unknown desert. It was a miracle that he can still act as his usual blank, cold self. Really, what did the mudblood see in the Weasley anyway?

Pansy Parkinson, his supposed to be girlfriend for the week, touched his shoulder abruptly making him twitch. He snarled at her when he saw her pout at him considerably. She faked a sob in response.

"Oh, Draco," she said through sobs. "I wish you wouldn't look at other girls while you're with me."

He rolled his eyes at her pathetic form. "As if, Parkinson."

She humphed. "Is that the way to speak to your girlfriend, Draco?"

Draco ignored her and continued to watch Hermione as she ate. Her delicate hands held a cup of fresh milk and took a swig at it. He watched as she drank the last drop greedily, licking the sides of her mouth as she finished.

He licked his lips.

She was so fascinating to look at. Even though he was raised to despise the race of muggle-borns and mudbloods, she was just too tempting not to hate but instead, to love. Who said that the Slytherin prince was heartless and cruel when he unknowingly fell in love with the Gryffindor princess?

He sighed in a perturbed conduct.

If only she knew that she had made him fall, it would be much easier to see how her reaction will be. Maybe she'll jump for joy like every other girl that he knew but we were talking about Granger and it's very unlikely for her to do so. Perhaps she'll just shrugged it off like he knew she would. She does already have the Weasel King as her slave. He chuckled at the thought.

But... then again, she was always been loving towards the git.

He then closed his eyes as he felt like running his fingers through his hair in aggravation. Why did she answer the red-head when she can have him instead? In morbid anticipation, he awaited the first subject for the day, Potions. It would be fairly interesting as the Slytherins shared the foresaid subject with the Gryffindors.

He eagerly awaited the outcome of the day.

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