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Title: Mine
Word Count: 400
Rating: T for language
Prompt: Write a story based off of or involving a song by The Beatles. 400 words or less.
Comments: Inspired by The Beatles' song, "Keep Your Hands Off My Baby."

Mine

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Drink in hand, Draco frowned as he slowly skirted the perimeter of the dance floor, his icy gaze fixed upon one particular dancing couple. Dark and light, even he had to grudgingly admit they made a striking pair as they gyrated about.

Only one problem: That was his witch.

And the bastard with his hands all over her? He snorted into his drink. Yeah, that would be his so called best friend.

He sneered as Luna smiled up at her dance partner, her boisterous laughter easily heard even over the pulsing music. A low growl escaped his throat; that smile belonged to him. So did that laugh. It was all his. She was his. Draco didn't like anyone, not even his best friend, usurping his place. And Blaise Zabini would do well to remember that.

Just because they were friends didn't mean he would share everything. Sure, they'd shared before—favorite brooms, sweets sent by their mothers during OWLs, that sort of thing. But if Blaise thought for one second that Draco was going to share his witch… well, he'd best hope it didn't come to that. After all, he was a Malfoy—he could end him and dispose of the body without anyone knowing the wiser.

Another peal of laughter interrupted his murderous thoughts, and Draco's gaze softened as he watched her. He might have noticed her long blond hair was a curtain of silk falling all the way to her waist. Or perhaps he might have taken note of her luminescent skin or her subtle yet tempting curves. Instead, all he saw was the sparkle in her grey eyes and the brilliant smile that lit up her face.

All right, so he supposed he couldn't kill Blaise after all. Not when she was so happy.

The bastard.

Feeling petulant—and just a wee bit possessive—he turned away and headed toward the bar to order another firewhisky. It was when his back was to the dance floor that he felt her eyes upon him. Turning, he wasn't surprised to see her dreamy gaze focused solely on him even as she danced.

Take that, you fuckwit. She's mine, he thought with no small amount of satisfaction.

Draco smirked as he raised his glass in her direction; that was his ring sparkling on her slender finger.

Blaise might have borrowed her for a dance, but that was all he'd get.