Lustful Intentions
By: Loraliant Angelisa Snape
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He was creeping around the common room, trying to suppress his anger. How dare she?! She wasn't supposed to like them! He sat down on a leather black chair and held his head in his hand. It was all wrong. All wrong. Wrong. That's what it was.
He sat back up and sighed. He gingerly pressed the tips of his fingers to the spot where she had hit him not even two hours ago. Of course, he hadn't done anything about the bruise it was leaving.
What did it matter? To everyone else, it would be a sign of triumph. But, secretly, to him, it would be a sign of forever hatred. Even if it would disappear in a few days.
That was what he hated about her. She was always being too bloody noble. She didn't have a bad bone in her body. Nothing could make her turn violent, unless it was him.
He brushed his longish blond hair out of his eyes.
Elsewhere…
"I don't know what's wrong with him. Or with me. I would never have hit a human being! He just gets me so riled!" the brown, curly haired Gryffindor said.
"Maybe it's the fact that both of you hate each other," the younger red haired girl answer.
The first Gryffindor let out a half growl, half groan and replied, "I could fall in love with DracoMalfoy."
"Oh god, don't let the rest of Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, and Ravenclaw hear you say that. They'd be through the roof."
Both laughed at that remark. They continued on to get Harry's and Ron's schoolbooks to try and persuade them to drop Divination and switch to Arithmancy instead. The red head waited for the older girl. She took the stairs two at a time and looked back at the remaining girl and smiled.
She brushed her brown bangs out of her face.
Room of Requirement…
"Stupid! Stupid, stupid, stupid! Why did you have to goad her like that? What is wrong with you?!" The blond boy yelled at himself. No one was around, as he was in the Room of Requirement.
That special room was the only one that didn't have spells and wards around it that prevented someone from doing dirty things. Even though it could stop those nasty hexes, not many people knew about it. In fact, he was surprised that the headmaster didn't know about it.
He collapsed on the floor, suddenly exhausted. His wayward thoughts had left him dry of actually standing. His seemingly dead grey eyes stared at the off-white floor. He felt emotionless.
Well… Okay maybe not emotionless. More like filled to the brink and beyond with one emotion: Jealousy.
Harry Bloody Potter and Ron Stupid Weasley were the ones he felt the jealousy towards. They stole her away.
He sighed in defeat.
A Year Later…
He looked like a bat. Or maybe Count Dracula. That was definitely not the look he was going for.
He had wanted to ask her. Had almost done it. But at the last minute, turned away.
It wasn't right, some would say. The two of them should be together, if that was what they wanted. His mother said otherwise.
"If I ever catch you with that stupid mudblood, you'll wish you'd never been born!" His father had stood there and merely smirked and nodded. Narcissa, being a Black once, hated muggleborns and muggles far more than Lucius ever had, or would. He sometimes thought that was why they got together in the first place.
Hey brushed his hair back once more, a habit he had picked up since early childhood. "Here's hopin,'" he muttered and walked down to get Pansy.
A girl with straight hair and gorgeous fitting robes was on the arm of ViktorKrum. She looked familiar, yet she didn't at the same time. Ah, and there was Potter, speaking to her. All of a sudden, she turned to look at something past him.
'Hermione!' his inner mind gasped. On the outside, he didn't even show that he recognized her.
Later, as the couples were dancing, he watched her discreetly. Pansy kept stepping on his left foot, and he was getting quite tired of it. Finally, he excused himself as Crabbe asked her for a dance. She didn't look too happy about it, but for the sake of being polite, she accepted.
Hermione was the girl on Krum's arm. All of a sudden, having them sit with the Slytherins didn't seem as good as it had once before.
He looked back at them; Krum was gone, maybe to get something to drink for his beloved "Herm-ohn-ninny." Oh joy.
He brushed his platinum hair back once more. Damn it, but she looked beautiful tonight.
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Well, I hope you guys are happy! I swear I went through about four different versions, none of them liked, when I thought of this. Have fun!
Loraliant Angelisa Snape
