DICLAIMER: Not mine, they all belong to the Queen of Harry Potter: J.K. Rowling. I'm merely having a little fun. No profit was made, but I hope oyu have fun too! Review! And give me some ideas to fleshing it out. This is a tentative foray into slash.

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Enigma

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Sometimes, I wonder about myself. Late at night, staring up at the thick canopy of my four-post bed, I push my fingers through my fiery hair and think, What the fuck am I doing? I think, Mr. Weasley, do you MIND, and force my thoughts away from white-blonde hair and luscious, sneering lips. I know for a FACT that we would never work but…

The other day, in the hall outside of Flitwick's classroom, he looked at me. The crowd backed me against the clammy stones of the wall, preventing me from moving in any direction. His gaze slashed across mine over a sea of heads before turning back to meet my eyes full on, burning forcibly into my brain.

He's gotten taller, leaner, meaner. He's got the attitude of a skinned cat and a family not yet pulled from You-Know-Who's grasp. Fuck, he could even get my right leg on a platter, and I still crave him.

Draco's eyes clawed into my head, and I knew. I knew he wanted to be the one pressing me to the wall, gripping my hair and pulling savagely backwards to expose my throat to his teeth. I knew he wanted to be the one with a hand under my robes, melding my mouth to his own as our hips move together. He would breath, "Ron…" and that single word would break me. Crack my chest open for all the world to see and spill my guts in my friend's faces.

Across a sea of heads… and then he turns, and I am left alone.

-fin-

Told you it was short. Ideas? Anyone?