Nothing belongs to me.
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Draco Malfoy hated Ginny Weasley.
He hated, even more, how he wanted her. How he wanted to run his hands through her hair, to taste her lips, to explore every inch of her.
He hated what she did to him. How she was always in his mind and how his eyes always found her during mealtimes. Even in his sleep, there was no escaping her.
And if he hated these things, it was nothing compared to the emotion he felt knowing he couldn't have her.
Oh, how he wanted this madness to end, this yearning to cease, this hunger to be satisfied. And it would be, in time, but not without consequence.
But before that time, Draco found that his feelings for the girl grew with each passing day, both the longing and the anger. Until, finally, he could stand it no more.
He had to act. So he did: seizing her at first chance and dragging her into an unused classroom.
"Let go of me, Malfoy!" The girl screamed as he overpowered her, shoving her backwards against the chalkboard. "Let go of me, Malfoy!" she snarled.
"Not until you say you'll be mine."
He could see her eyes widen in fear, at his menacing tone, the same eyes he wanted to drown in, but she stood her ground.
"I'll die before those words leave my lips." she spat, tearing from his grasp and turning for the door.
"Very well." Draco breathed, pointing his wand at her back.
And it was all over in a flash of green light.