Have you ever seen something so beautiful that you couldn't bear to look away? If its beauty was so mesmerising that if you tore your eyes away, that your heart was rip out of your chest? I felt that right now.

I stood there, leaning against the bookcase slightly, watching her watch me. Her hair was in her face, shielding her eyes from my gaze, in her lap her book lay discarded. The chair she sat in seemed to have swallowed her up in one huge gulp, surrounding her in its expansive leather exterior. She looked so small, so vulnerable sitting there, but I knew she was anything but that. She was strong-willed, an even-match to any cocky pure-blood wizard like myself. This young girl was stubborn, annoying, irritating and she makes me want to scream.

Unconsciously, I again flexed my biceps, as though I was trying to prove to myself that I was no physical match against her. Almost as though I was showing her that there was no way she could win a physical encounter with me, Draco Malfoy, she may have the brains, but I have the muscle. It was the testosterone in me, it was infecting my brain; I needed to prove my manliness to her, although I didn't feel that I needed too. My plan was to seduce her, to make her want me, to love me, to feel as though she could not live without me.

It seemed that I was watching her for hours until she moved, gracefully flicking her hair from in her face and presenting me with a glare. Well, at least she acknowledged me, not the way I would have hoped she would, but then again this is a work in progress. We need to advance to the eyes full of longing, desirous looks and wild sex, and until then I will settle for a death glare and those silky words of insult that seem to just spill from between her lips.

I looked into her narrowed eyes as her frow furrowed into the look of irritance that I knew oh so very well. Her well formed mouth was twisted into a snarl as she tensely asked me the question that I knew was coming before she opened her mouth, "what do you want Malfoy?" I couldn't help it, I smirked, I couldn't give her my real answer and I've never been a really good liar so I just won't say a word. I can't exactly turn around and say 'You Granger, I want you', she'll kill me!

My smirking seemed to annoy her more for some strange reason, usually it makes girls melt at my feet, but no, she frowned, seemingly deep in thought. Was she thinking about me? I would love nothing more than to know what goes inside that overactive mind of hers, to know if what I was doing was right, or if I was repelling her. Experimenting, I took a step forward to see if she would reject my closeness, yell, scream, anything. But no, she just scrutinisingly inspected me; she looked deep into my eyes as though she was searching for my soul, looking for what many could not find.

I admit, this made me uncomfortable, never before had someone sat there and stared into my eyes, never had someone looked at me in such detail. Usually I'm just passed of as a pretty face, a quick lay, a man-whore and her attention really shocked me. There was a smile playing on her lips and I really needed her to stop this, I was self-conscious of every breath that I took every slight movement that I made in case she saw it as bad. Feelings like this just don't occur in a Malfoy, it was unnatural, abnormal and I said the first thing that came to my mind, "See something you like Ganger?"

As soon as I said it, I realised how corny it was and instantly regretted it, my face was barely an inch away from her own and I could feel her minty fresh breath blowing past my face. As I moved slightly forward, I watched in amusement as her eyes widened slightly and she took a deep breath. I knew that now was the time for me to take it back, now was the time that I stop if I was going to stop, once I start I don't think I could stop. She seemed unable to move, her breath was shallow, was she scared of me or what I was going to do? Will she hate me more than she does now if I do what I think I'm going to do? Will she be more likely to hate me, to never fall in love with me? Would one kiss destroy my chances of using her to my advantage? I suppose one can never no until after the event.

Leaning forward slightly, I leant on the arm of the chair for support and gently pressed my lips upon her own. They were surprisingly soft and supple as I pushed my tongue slightly against her closed mouth to pry them open almost like a clamp. When they were open however, I set it upon myself to please her, to make her enjoy this more than I ever could. I let my tongue roam her mouth; I bit her bottom lip, and then sucked it till the blood was gone. When her eyes had shut, I knew my job was done, I had made her know how I feel, that I want her, and hopefully she wants me too. I felt alive for the first time in ages, I somehow knew that this kiss could have possibly changed everything for the better, this small kiss could have just changed the odds; maybe Granger will fall hopelessly in love with me just as planned.

I used this as my reasoning as to why I ended the kiss, I forced myself to move away from her before she could draw me back for more. I knew she waned more, I wanted more of her, but I knew I would have to wait until later; I would have to let her think about it, to stew over what had just happened, that was just Granger, and with that I left her to dwell on her thoughts.

Hey, this ones a bit longer if you noticed…if not, well I just told you it was longer…I have no idea why, I just got a little more carried away with his thoughts…strange really….mneah….so anyways please please please leave a much wanted review!!

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