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A/N: I was really bored so I decided to write this. Enjoy…
Draco stopped dead in his tracks. He turned around and stared back at the girl standing a few feet in front of him.
"What did you say?"
"Face it Malfoy, your head is so far up your ass you don't even realize what's happening to you."
"Listen you filthy Mudblood, you know nothing about me. I don't have to waste my time standing here explaining myself to you. I suggest you stick your nose in someone else's business. "
"Then why are you?"
"Then why am I what?"
"Still wasting your time standing here."
She infuriated him. "I have to go," Merlin, how she infuriated him.
"Voldemort's orders?"
Draco gazed at her, the anger clear in his gray eyes.
"Oh no, I understand. He's your master, right?" She paused in mock contemplation "I guess… that makes you his slave."
Draco grabbed the back of her head and brought her face close to his own. She stared him directly in the eye. How dare she?
"I can do whatever I want." He retorted.
"No," she breathed. "You can't." Fear swelled in her as Draco tightened his grip on her hair. She let out a small whimper.
The mere sight of her was repulsive; the way her eyebrows furrowed when she was concentrating, the way her soft curls fell over her shoulders and the way they felt in his hand and the way they smelled like lavender. And that damn determination that never left her hazel eyes. Ugh, those eyes—those bloody eyes. Everything about her was nauseating. She was revolting…She was beautiful.
Draco looked into her eyes, the hatred he felt for her deepening. But he felt something else too, something stronger. It was magnetic. His skin tingled where her breath hit his neck. He loosened his hold on her hair and placed his left hand on her delicate cheek.
He whispered to her lips. "I hate you."
"I hate you." She solemnly replied.
And then he kissed her.