"
I look at you in fleeting glimpses, Because
Looking right into your eyes,shattered all my defences,
In your piercing stare,speechless I'm rendered,
I've denied it for long, now I've surrendered,
And then I shake my head with a start,
Once again I'm losing my heart."
Hermione was walking back to the Gryffindor common room from the great hall after dinner. She could feel Draco's eyes burning into her skull.His gait was relaxed, almost lazy but his eyes spoke a different story. Her quick steps, in answer, screamed avoidance.She had, after all just punched him that afternoon. And while she had been filled with adrenaline back then, right now, she was filled with regret for her actions. When had she become so impulsive? Sure, the git got on her nerves, but, did it really warrant a physical hit? Was he hurt? Will he retaliate? She processed a 100 questions in the span of her walk.
Malfoy took three long strides to cover the distance between them and stood by her side. And then he faced her.His normally pale face still red on the left side from the slap that afternoon.
Hermione flinched . She wasn't sure of his motive, and braced herself for the oncoming attack- verbal or otherwise. So in typical Gryffindor style, she drew herself to her full height, to send a message that she wasn't intimidated by him. The action in itself was comical, considering Hermione's five feet two, compared to Malfoy's six feet.
The jerk had to smirk, didn't he? Sure he'd play with his prey before the attack. She wanted to say something scathing when he suddenly bent to her face, and kissed her, arresting whatever smart comment she'd formulated in her brain, mid-thought!
"What...",was all she said. "Whatever it takes", he replied mysteriously, winking at her.
"What are you playing at Malfoy?," she looked right into his eyes. Big mistake. The basilisks couldn't devastate her as much as the hurt in his molten silver eyes could.
Stupid hormones!
She may appreciate his appearance physically, that kiss may have been magical, but he couldn't always get away with kissing her in front of her friends, just to spite them, especially when she wanted to keep their relationship under wraps. He could get into trouble. He'd be killed. She had no choice but punch him to make it look like she didn't care. No matter how badly she did. But the boy was reckless. He wanted to "claim her as his".Whatever that meant!
"No more annoying Weasel pining in the woods, or Scarhead trying to save you! You're mine! To save, to protect, to savour!" That's when she punched him! She wasn't sure why. Maybe she was frightened by his intensity. Maybe she was offended at his entitlement over her. She wasn't his possession. She was her own person!And he'd do well to remember that.
"I'm sorry if I scared you earlier today, Granger. But I refuse to apologise about how I feel. I told you, there will be no half measures with me. It's either all or nothing. And I'll do whatever it takes, for you to understand you're mine."
Shit! She was so screwed.