Requested by n-xphilim <3 I kinda re-made it a bit, haa…
1. You were looking at each other in a way that was either filled with sexual tension, and/or hatred. 15. I hate you and you hate me, so why the hell do you make my stomach flutter?! 18. “Have you seen my-oh.” 25. “I don’t want her. I want you.”
To say you hated him was an understatement – you couldn’t stand him. A fierce fired burned in the pit of your stomach each time you passed him, hatred filling your pores as you glared at him, and he – right back at you.
You and Draco Malfoy shared a mutual dislike for each other. Why? No one really knew.
Maybe because he was a complete twat and everyone seemed to be okay with that.
Maybe because you were a hot-headed Gryffindor Beater, known for her mischievous pranks with the Weasley twins and never ending obnoxious laughter.
You ate your supper, a frown gracing your face as you eyed Draco and his girlfriend, Pansy Bitchkinson. She was practically sitting on his lap, murmuring pet names or feeding his ego with whatever lie she could come up on the spot.
You would’ve happily thrown your fork at her face. You could’ve too.
And no, it wasn’t because you liked him. The idea actually made you sick. No, it was because you despised people like Pansy – all good, all perfect, all for Draco to enjoy-
His grey eyes seemed to get bored of staring at her chest, so they moved to sweep the hall, abruptly stopping on your own. Immediately, your stomach flip-flopped and you almost gasped. The look was one of a predator.
You glared at him, ashamed for your slip up which he surely noticed. A sly smirk grew on his face and you wished you could slap it right of.
Still watching your expression, Draco took Pansy’s hand, making her squeal in delight and press to him even more. His arm snaked around her waist, destroying the already non-existent gap between them.
You only narrowed your eyes. He was doing that on purpose. Why? To annoy you? Why would you get annoyed? You don’t care about him, and despite hating his guts you couldn’t care less who sat on his lap…
…If so, then why were your hands clenching your skirt so tightly that your knuckles were pale white?
You didn’t really mind having class with the Slytherin students, mainly because you hardly paid attention to anyone out of that stupid house other than Draco Malfoy. And Harry Potter seemed to be the only one who understood that deep rooted hatred you had for him.
You promised to talk to Harry about this matter later, since you had to discuss some spells with professor Flitwick. You stayed in the Charms classroom for only a couple of minutes arranging extra lessons with your professor.
Saying thank you with a bright smile, you strolled to your bag, putting your books away. Only then did you notice the absence of your Beater badge. You blinked, your (colour) hues sweeping the table to see where it might’ve fallen.
You always carried your badge with you. It was the most prized possession you had.
You searched your bag, but it wasn’t there either.
Hearing footfalls come closer, you sighed.
“Hey, have you seen my-“ You turned around “Oh.” You voice and face fell flat as you eyed Draco warily “What do you want?”
With a smirk, he held up your badge and you stiffened. Your eyes shot from him to your most prized possession. You creased your brows.
“Why do you have it?” You asked, crossing your arms over your chest. He shrugged.
“It fell out your bag.” He told simply and you raised a confused brow.
“And why do you care?” You pestered.
“What makes you think I do?”
“Give it back, Draco.” You extended your hand, waiting for him to put it in your palm. He seemed to think for a moment, and lastly his smile grew.
“Then piss off.” You flared up, spinning on your heel and grabbing your bag. Hooking it on your shoulder, you turned and bumped into his chest.
He was standing close enough for you to feel his breath tickling your sensitive skin, your nostrils filling with his musky scent. You could see every small detail of his face- the way his eyes narrowed ever so slightly to stare into your own, the way his smirk twitched upwards, even the light sweat coating his skin.
You gulped, suddenly feeling a loss of words and that fiery attitude you always carried around with you. The scenery behind him faded, and right there and then you felt as if you were alone with him.
“Don’t you want it back?” His voice was practically a whisper in your ear.
“Keep it for all I care.” You growled, trying to keep your cool but the nervous blink you gave was a dead giveaway of how flustered you were.
He leaned out with a dry chuckle, pinning the stupid badge to your uniform. You stared at him, amazed.
“I didn’t want the badge” He murmured, his eyes trailing from your chest all the way up to your eyes, briefly glancing at your lips and then back at those surprised (colour) pools “I wanted you.”
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