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It's bugging me, it's grating me

And twisting me around

Yeah I'm endlessly caving in

And turning inside out

The burning feeling was intensified whenever he saw her. He didn't like it, but one didn't choose who one fell in love with. Or so his mother claimed. He watched her laugh and talk with her friends. He tried to remind himself she was nothing, just a stupid mudblood not worth his notice. He didn't believe it, though. The tiny voice at the back of his mind whispered to him that all the 'blood' business was just stupid propaganda fed to him from his father. He tried to dismiss it. He surrounded himself with others, Slytherins, Ravenclaws, and, once, a Hufflepuffs. None of them were the same as her.

'cause I want it now

I want it now

Give me your heart and your soul

And I'm breaking out

I'm breaking out

Last chance to lose control

He rubbed his hand over his face, trying to forget the scent of her hair. He'd bumped into her on his way to Care of Magical Creatures and the smell overcame him. A whiff of it reached him and he breathed in deeply, savoring the scent of it, a light, summery smell of flowers with a hint of lavender.

It's holding me, morphing me

And forcing me to strive

To be endlessly cold within

And dreaming I'm alive

He sat in Potions, staring at her over his simmering cauldron of Courage-potion, adding his winterbean absently-mindedly. He saw her friends looking his way, with annoyed looks on their faces and he quickly pulled a smirk onto his face and sneer at them before picking up the next ingredient and adding it to the mixture. His thoughts drifted to what their children would look like, if they ever were, that is. He could see them now: perfect mixtures of them, a daughter who looked like him and acted like her and a son who looked like her and acted like him. They'd name them Raphael and Lisana.

'cause I want it now

I want it now

Give me your heart and your soul

I'm not breaking down

I'm breaking out

Last chance to lose control

He stared at her again, this time over lunch as he watched her delicately pick her way through green beans and shepherd's pie that was steaming and fresh. Her friends plopped down beside her, barraging her with their most likely useless and trivial conversation. The dark-haired one glanced his way, frowning, as she said something and nodded in his direction. For the second time that day he looked away quickly, hoping no one had seen his gaze. He glanced at his food before pushing it aside to go back to his dorm for a quick rest before classes.

And I want you now

I want you now

I'll feel my heart implode

I'm breaking out

Escaping now

Feeling my faith erode

The burning was more painful at dinner. He felt as if he was permanently attached to a Portkey, the sensation was so alike. Though he managed to eat most of his dinner he left midway through the meal, claiming a headache to fend off his more annoying "friends", who were more like groupies than friends.

Standing in the Entrance Hall, he kicked the wall and sighed. A small voice behind him said, "Malfoy?"

He whirled around. "Granger? What d'you want?"

She ventured forward carefully. "It's just, you seem to be looking at me quite a lot recently…."

"So?" he asked, leaning up again the wall now pushing his hair out of his face.

She bit her lip. His eyes focus on it as it turned a bright pink and he heard a small gasp from her as a trickle of bright red blood came down her chin. "Now you see," he said, pulling his handkerchief out, "you shouldn't bite your lips when they're so dry. It's not good for them." He pressed the cloth to her lip and gazed down at her, his face a slightly softened version of his normal mask.

"Fahnk 'oo," she said, speech impeded by the cloth.

"You're welcome." He turned around, knowing this was something that mustn't ever happen again, if only for her safety. "Keep the kerchief, I don't need it back."

A thought haunted him as his insides burned while he made his way back to the Slytherin dungeons:

We can never be together.

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A/N: I hope you enjoyed this. Originally wrote for the Cookie Jar of the S.S. Leather & Libraries at Based on the song Hysteria by Muse.