Her Eyes
Chapter 8
Her Eyes
He rifled around Theo's thoughts and fears, glancing at late night moments with several people Draco didn't want to see in such positions but he brushed past to the next night time encounter. Merlin, did this bloke ever sleep? Another person, a Ravenclaw in their common room and then a young girl who was lost- wait. That was Crabbe posing as a little girl.
Draco would have to commend him for keeping up the ruse even with their friend; although his little girl voice needed work. "W-what are you looking f-or?" He heard Theo's voice echo, trembling and terrified and it made him wonder what secrets he could possibly have beyond this. He can hear his friend's body crying in pain somewhere in the distance, he's hurting him.
"What do you think-? Granger- you lying cunt!" Draco imagined grabbing and twisting Theo's arm behind his back but wasn't certain if he did it in the real world or in his mind. He gasped but that could be because Draco had found what he was looking for.
The memory began from the beginning, Theo leaning by the Astronomy Tower, waiting to meet someone but a sound from above startled him. He leaned to look up the steps and there she was; Granger. Her eyes were puffy, her nose red and snotty and she quickly wiped at her face with her sleeve when she saw him. "Oh! Pardon me. I'm only passing through." She mumbled as she landed on the last step and quickly went to move past him.
"Hold up there, little Gryffindor. What's the matter?" Theo grabbed her sleeve and she barely resisted as he tugged her back. She wouldn't look up from her feet.
"Nothing."
"I don't know as much as you, but I know nobody cries over nothing." Theo moved his hand up to her elbow and turned her, stepping closer.
"It's personal-"
"I've no doubt. But I'm trying to be compassionate here, Granger." Draco saw his fingers brush along her back for a moment and Granger finally lifted her head to meet his eyes. Theo's face flashed with understanding and he clicked his tongue. "Oh, babes. It's a boy, isn't it?"
Granger let a choked sob out and her eyes welled with tears and Theo didn't miss a beat, pulling her into his arms, his palms patting at her back while she cried. Her shoulders heaving and her breath shaking. Theo hushed her with soothing sounds and brushed against her hair awkwardly. Draco snorted at the action, he was probably too cowardly to put his hands through her beautiful curls but he's almost happy about that. Theo pulled her back a little bit and took her chin, lifting it to look at him.
"Listen, if he makes you feel this way, he isn't worth your time," he cupped her face and used his thumbs to brush her tears from her cheeks. "Or your tears. Okay, love?" Draco has stepped closer to them, to glare at Past Theo's face, to search his expression. Was this innocent comfort or was he gauging if she would be open to him trying it on. Theo's eyes dropped to her lips, pretty and pouting and Draco wanted to strangle him, he even felt his hands twitching in the real world. Granger even noticed him staring and licked her lips but he dropped his hands to take hers and squeeze them.
"Potter's an idiot." She cry-laughed and sniffed in her tears. "No? Weasley then. Longbottom? That Dean Thomas?? Well, whomever it was, doesn't deserve you. No one does, you brilliant little flame." Theo leaned forward and kissed her cheek and she giggled that wonderful sound, making Draco's gut clench.
Then he was being yanked out of the memory and into the real world. Hands over his body, he felt the sharp pain of nails clawing into his hands and arms, as his vision returned, throbbing icepick prodding behind his eyes. Theo's face was red, Draco's hands tight around his throat and the second he realized, he released him. Theo took in gasping breaths of air and Blaise and Goyle were holding Draco back by the shoulders.
"Mate-?" Blaise asked, his voice cracking with fear. Draco felt bad, knowing he seemed unhinged over something fairly innocent. His friends holding him at arms length incase he exploded in more untamed fury.
He cleared his throat. "You shouldn't have lied to me. -about Granger in the Astronomy tower." Theo was rubbing his throat and glaring at him, he deserved worse. His friend whispered harshly, unable to speak. How long had his hands been around his neck?
"How silly. I thought you might have overreacted if I told you I barely touched her."
"So- it's true then?" Draco finally noticed Pansy standing in the doorway. Her arms are crossed and she looked like someone had slapped her. "It isn't just a clever lie-?"
Blaise looked between her, Draco and Theo before going back to her. "Yes. He's an idiot in love."
Pansy scoffed in disgust but it didn't bother him at all. Draco held his hand out to Theo and when he took it, he pulled him to his feet. "We were practicing occluding - I only saw a glimpse and Blaise had said something about you making a pass at her earlier. I apologize."
"You owe me a pain potion for that horrific invasion," He snarked but snatched his book back into his lap and returned to his bed. "I'd hoped you knew me better." Draco didn't say anything, just set his jaw and glared out the window.
"Draco. What are you even hoping for here? Do you think, for a single second, that she would turn on Potter?" Pansy scowled, her face ugly with the hard lines.
"Of course not!" Draco snapped. "I don't-! I've not worked it all out yet." He dropped onto his bed and groaned, digging the heel of his palms into his eyes until he saw sparks.
"What have you worked out?" Blaise sat next to him and placed his hand on his knee, trying to be encouraging. "You're not thinking of-"
"I'm not." Draco spit with venom, knowing his loyalty was about to be questioned. Of course it was waning, how could either of them see Her and not realize every dirty lie about muggleborns? How she was undeniably brilliant despite her bloodline? That didn't make anything easier, she never did. "I don't know. I'm thinking maybe- when it kicks off, I capture her before anyone else can. Father never comes into my wing of the manor-"
Pansy cackled, "You can't be serious."
"Draco," Blaise spoke carefully, like you would to an angry child. "You can't possibly think she would let you keep her. Like a ruddy pet."
"She'd kill herself before she let you lock her in a cage." Theo managed to say, his voice gravel and pain.
"And if Potter dies because you've kept her from him-" Pansy holds out her arms in exasperation letting the comment linger; they all expected Potter to die and that 'if' was hanging in the air. But she continued, trying to make a second point. "And she's never going to feel the same. She will die out of spite rather than love you."
"You don't know that." Draco gritted out through his teeth. "Things have been different this year."
"And they'll be better when the others take over the school?" Blaise again, trying to keep his feet on the ground. To not let his little fantasy cloud his judgement.
"The Dark Lord won't let you take her just because you fucking like her, either. She could be crucial to killing Potter and the Order!" Pansy wasn't taking this all that well, he can understand why. Asking to keep a mudblood pet would be like asking to be a traitor: pretty please with a cherry on top?
Draco collapsed back and stared up at his canopy. "You don't understand."
Blaise ran his hand against the back of his neck, nervous, because he did understand but no one else in this room did. "Mate, we aren't calling you stupid and it isn't impossible but- maybe it's better to let it all go. If the war ends- if Potter wins, maybe she will come around?"
Pansy snarked a laugh, "There's a thought!"
Blaise snapped at her "Shut it, Parks!"
"He's digging his own grave with this mudblood. And I'm tempted to let him!" Draco rolled out of his bed, snatched up a glass on his bedside table and hurled it at Pansy by the door. It shattered over her head and she ducked, looking bitterly amused. "Don't take your shit choices out on me! I'm going back to my room. Bulstrode was shoving a record amount of jellybeans in her nostrils, if any of you were interested." She dusted her hands together, like she was wiping them clean of Draco's whole ordeal and left, the door slamming behind her.
There's a long beat before Draco said, "Can one of you-?"
"Yeah, got it." Blaise darted after her, on the mission to make certain his dirty secret didn't spread to the other girls in her dorm. It would be everywhere in a day.
"For what it's worth, Draco." Theo whispered harshly and Draco turned to scoop through his reserve potions, looking for one to help him with the pain. "I think the door is open. Cracked and heavily guarded-" he swallowed with visible issue. "But open. The choices you make now will matter the most to her." He took the potion Draco held out for him and drank it. "We all love you but I understand if you want to fight for something else. I'd never judge you for that, for getting out."
It's hard to take things Theo says seriously sometimes but when he said, "I'd let you kill me if it meant you could live happy." Draco felt his own heart shatter. He had still been in pain from being choked and they had been silent for a long time after everyone left them in their dorm. The thought of Theo letting Draco betray all of them for his own sake was disgusting but the longer it rolled around in his head, the more he appreciated it for what it was.
His friends all knew the weight of his soul. They understood how absolutely miserable he had been and the added pressure of his task coupled with his traitor heart - it was a plea. Theo was trying to tell him, in his round about and fucked way; don't give up. He thinks it's the last year of his life but Theo wouldn't accept that - to the point of sacrificing himself if Draco could make it through. It's hard to see through the reality of his offer as he sat next to him in Herbology. Theo took a giant whiff of whatever blasted plant they were repotting and the stench nearly knocked him to the floor. Blaise laughed so hard, tears streamed down his face and Draco let his fingernails dig into his palm to bring him back to the present.
There aren't a lot of things he felt attached to but these two wankers were everything he wanted in a family. They put up with him in his worst pig headed days and they loved him unconditionally. He cracked a small smile when Blaise looked to him, shaking his head and patting Theo on the back as he recovered, gasping and gagging with his head between his knees. Draco takes in a deep breath and chuckles, shaking his head as he lets it out. He patted the soil down on the stinky plant, avoided the spiked points and scooped up his and Theo's pots to place back in their section for next class.
As he returned, he noticed the two were staring at him, Theo's cheeky smile and Blaise eyes wider slightly in his, 'did you see this?' expression. He did not, in fact, see this; see Granger speaking with the Professor at the back of the room. She casted a glance over at the three of them and her arm gestured to the other side of the room and Draco swallowed nervously. What's she doing here? And why in Merlin's stinking beard are they coming over here?
Granger wouldn't meet his eyes as she clasped her hands behind her back, looking shy and, quite frankly, adorable. Professor Sprout spoke to the group of boys. "You all have finished with your work? Would one of you please help Miss Granger take these boxes down to the dungeon? You can consider yourself dismissed early once you do."
Blaise blanched and he noticed Granger glance at him before settling on Theo, a begging expression in her eyes and it took a surprising amount of willpower to not yank the bloke away from her. She could reach out and take Theo's hand easily but Blaise knew him too well. "Well, Theo here has to go visit our House Head. He stuffed a stink bomb down the boys' lavs and is in trouble. I - actually - am quite unwell currently. Draco?"
He would hex his friend later. He probably thought he was being a mate, setting them up to be alone together, like he hadn't had enough time alone with her already that he regretted. "Oh," says Granger, fiddling with her tie. "I can probably manage it on my own."
"Don't be daft." Draco snipped at the same time as Sprout said.
"That's nonsense." Granger looked irritated but smiled at the Professor and followed her over to three large crates stuffed with plants. Draco lingered behind only trying to eavesdrop what was needed. "There should be all the clippings Slughorn asked for and half of this box, as you can see," She picked one crate up and handed it to her, "Is all the mistletoe you could dream of for the decorations." Sprout giggled like a bubbly school girl and Draco rolled his eyes. Of course, Slughorn had a party coming up. The rest were probably raw ingredients for potions, he shouldered past Granger and around Sprout before grabbing the last two crates and heaving them up. They weren't heavy, just awkwardly large and dirt shifted and spilled over his front as they tilted slightly in his arms.
"Thank you, Mister Malfoy. 10 points to Slytherin for you chivalry." Sprout beamed and Granger snorted a laugh. He raised an eyebrow at her as they moved toward the door. He made sure to shoot a sneer at his mates who gave him thumbs up and sly smiles. Tossers, the both of em.
"Something funny? I've been quite chivalrous when it comes to you, little witch."
"Because women love being condensed to 'little' anything. Spare me, Malfoy." He saw her nose twitch in annoyance and felt pride it was done so easily.
"Well - Protecting you from wankers, escorting you through the corridors, covering for you when that McLaggen prat kept accosting you - I don't know, Granger. I feel quite chivalrous in regards to you."
She scoffed and shifted the box in her hands, struggling with the wide shape and he thinks he could hover the box from her grip. He could be a gentleman again but he has been one with her so many times, he doesn't feel like she's been properly grateful for what he already did. "You don't have to worry about me. I know you were trying to help in the library the other week but I can handle myself."
He hummed, "I'm sure." and held the door open for her to pass him as they move out of the greenhouses. He just revels in being in her presence; keeping his mouth shut would make certain they don't have another ridiculous encounter that haunts his dreams. Neither broke the still energy that settled around them but she kept shooting him glances from the corner of her eyes. He decided he isn't going to be the one to break the silence. If she wants to say something, she will have to find her Gryffindor courage to do so.
"I learned that mending spell." She finally says, like they had already been talking about it; like he wanted to remember watching her slid her stockings off her thighs and legs. Sometimes it really felt like she purposely wanted to torture him. Draco hummed again, knowing that's not what was pressing on her mind. They moved past the fountain by the entry and toward the moving staircase. "Have you made any progress? With the cabinet thing?"
There it was. Ever curious little Granger. No. Wait. Just Granger. The 'little' thing seemed to set her off. "Some but not much. How about you? Made any progress with turning McLaggen into a respectable bloke?"
She grumbled under her breath and shifted the crate in her arms again. "Not really. I was hoping he could be a decent date to this ruddy party but I'm starting to regret asking him." Draco scowled, is that the only reason she's putting up with the wanker? Is she just trying to anger Weasel? After the stream of gossip when he helped her at the lake, he hadn't noticed any sort of thing disrupting their usual friendship (aside from the current rift between them) but she didn't seem like the petty type to him.
"Should've asked me. If the rumors haven't made Weasley implode already, he'd burst a blood vessel if I escorted you to a party."
He saw her chew on her lip for a few moments before shaking her head of whatever thoughts were playing in her mind. "I can't uninvite Cormac. You're right. Maybe, I should've asked you." Her lips quirked up ever so slightly as she looked over at him and he felt his heart flip flop.
"I noticed you didn't try to dispute you're doing this nonsense just to infuriated your brain dead boyfriend." He tried to sound joking but it came out bitter. Weasel didn't deserve all this effort she was putting into him. As the staircase they were on paused, they waited for it to move back to the correct placement and she leaned into the railing, relaxing the crate on it.
"He's so bullheaded, I don't know what to do. I thought we were-" She met his hard stare and sighed again. "It doesn't matter. He's made his choice. I just wish it didn't affect everything with Ginny and Harry."
"Far be it from me to tell you how to live, Granger. But if your friends are ignoring you because he's out being a slag and snogging half our year, that's their fault, not yours."
She bristled, "You shouldn't listen to rumors like that, Malfoy." He shrugged and they continued down to the dungeons.
"There's always a little truth to most rumors. They wouldn't start otherwise. Like how I nearly strangle Theo for cozying up to you last week. Didn't realize you jumped houses and boyfriends." The hall echoed with the wooden cracking sound as she dropped her box in surprise. Her eyes had that incredible wild and surprised expression he thought was beautiful before she dropped to her knees to gather the plants back into the crate.
"How- how did you? Draco-!" She stammered out but his name was sharp on her tongue and it cut him. Only serving to anger him as he stormed past her, she heaved the box back up into her arms and snapped at his back, "What I do is none of your business! And it's not like anything happened! What-? Are-?" He froze mid-step, steeling himself; hoping she wasn't about to suggest- "Are you- Jealous?"
He dropped both crates with a smash and whirled around to storm back, radiating anger and the wood dug into his chest letting him use it like a barrier to keep them separated; space he needed to keep. He grabbed the sides of her shoulders and shook her, lifting her up on her tiptoes. "Jealous isn't the right word. Furious. Disgusted maybe fits better." He can practically feel his body vibrating, trying to hold in everything as she glares fiercely back with defiance. Not again, he isn't going to let her smart mouth break his resolve. "I can't believe he would make a pass at you." Her face twisted in anger at that, truly seething.
"You think I don't notice that you stare? That you threaten everyone around me? Did you think I just forgot about when you-?"
"Shut up, Granger." He spat, letting her go and she dropped back to her feet, only to stumble a bit, turning sideways to not crush the box and leaning into him. His heart flitted about, a chance to touch her, to balance her and be useful just for a moment. But his fists stayed clenched to his side and he stepped back, flicking his wand to gather the spilt crates in his arms again and yanking hers from her grip. "You don't know anything."
He left her there, making a frustrated sound and fuming alone in the hall as he went further down the dungeons. Something about her in these hallways always makes him poke and prod at the heavy barricade she surrounds herself with. Being around tossers like Weasley, boisterous fool he was, left her with tough skin but Draco knew just where to press. Almost like he naturally was made to push her boundaries, like it's his job.
As he kicked, yes, kicked open Slughorn's door with all three crates blocking his view, he decided; if that is his role in her life, if he is meant to be the painful honesty her friends won't give her, so be it. Slughorn clapped his hands together excitedly and Draco felt the crates lift out of his arms! They dropped at his desk and he rifled through the first, then the second with a disappointed frown. Then he finds the 3rd crate with the mistletoe and inspected it thoroughly, like each one needed to pass inspection. Then he selected one and flew it through the air over the entryway.
"Teacher's aren't allowed to put mistletoe over their only entrance unless they've been spelled for the youngest students." Draco said bitterly, remembering being stuck under one in 1st year when he stayed behind for the holidays. Trapped for an hour before a ghost floated by and went to find a Professor to release him from its hold.
"You need a more festive spirit, dear boy!" The Professor grabbed the crate with all the approved mistletoe and carried it away to his office. Draco scoffed and crossed his arms.
"You wanker!" -No. Shit. He spun around to see her fuming in the doorway. "You-you can't just-" she tried to come forward, the anger and speed would've had her crowding his space in less than a heartbeat but she didn't budge. She looked at her feet and then tried to move forward again, her feet moving like they weren't touching the ground. "What is going-" She met his stare and he pointed up, his lips a hard line to keep the smirk from angering her further. Her eyes panicked as she follows his finger and sees the mistletoe over her head. "You're kidding me. What?!"
There's a sound that comes from deep in Draco's throat that's between a chortle and a chuckle and she glared at him. She doesn't say anything. There's no need to acknowledge that he is stuck here with her as long as she is stuck there. And he would need to, as far as she knows, step under and release them both from the mistletoe spell to be able to leave. Foolish girl.
He relished the look of terror on her face as he took a step closer. And then another, turning to slip sideways until he was stuck in the doorway with her. "Hm, quite a pickle you're in, Granger."
"Are you really playing dumb? It's mistletoe! Now, we both are... stuck-...here. What?!" He slipped right past her and into the corridor, his hands straightened his robes and he clicked his tongue at her.
"Is 'what' your favorite word? You need to read more, bookworm."
"I- how? Draco?! Professor! Help!" He was about to leave her, to stride off to his dorm and enjoy her echoing plea's following after him. But-
"Miss Granger!" Slughorn beamed "my first classroom victim!" He cackled a laugh and Draco feels nauseous as the older man comes closer toward her. He wouldn't. Draco never pegged him for a creepy old letcher. An oddball, definitely but not the type to prey on young girls. In a blink, with long steps and hardly any hesitation, Draco shoulders back into the doorway with her, glaring so hard at Slughorn the man stills, his wand halfway out of his pocket. Well, fuck. If he knew he was going to release her, he wouldn't have jumped back under. To save face, Draco took his wand out and Granger flinched as he tapped her forehead with it, whispering and twirling a pattern on her skin. It flashed a glow and disappeared and he returned the wand to its home in his robes.
"Now you won't get stuck under any festive mistletoe." He gives the side eye to Slughorn who is clearly upset Draco not only vocally disapproved of his unregulated use of Magical plants but also had a work around the effects.
"That's," she was looking at him again in that way that shows she's impressed but trying to hide it. "Handy."
He hummed again, glancing back to the corridor, his escape, while he put his hands into his pockets. "Hm, it was needed. There are a fair amount of witches trying to trap me under the mistletoe; a handful of wizards as well." He tried to sound nonchalant but it's a brag even in his own ears.
She snickered, flashing a dry smile as she moved into the classroom and to the crates of ingredients. "Are there, now?"
"Well, when you look like this," he motioned to his face, his sleek jawline and pretty eyes. He knew her teasing voice far too well now and decided to play along, despite the snark and rude conversation from the hallway. "It can be a burden," he sighed dramatically and watched her purse her lips and turn away, her hands full of plants but her shoulders shook with a silent laugh.
"That's a shame! Mistletoe is good innocent fun!" Slughorn tisked and summoned the crate of his infernal plant to follow him. Draco had forgotten he was there for a moment. "I must go set up for the um.." He leaned toward Granger and covered his mouth but whispered loudly anyways. "The special party." Granger rolled her eyes at him and he glanced at Draco before scurrying out of the room, the crate knocking into desks and the door jam on its way after him.
"If anyone's a wanker, it's him and his special slime club."
"Slug Club. I agree. He really thinks you're some awful -" She trailed off and he knew exactly what she was about to say. 'Some awful evil wizard. Like a Death Eater.' He decided to try and shake off the sting of where her thoughts must take her each time she speaks of him and gathered a handful of plants to bottle and store as well.
He should leave. He could leave if he wasn't wracking his brain to think of some reason to make her not think of all his flaws when she thought of him. Instead he followed her lead and helped package the dried plants into storage bottles.
She interrupted his thoughts, the jar she just capped clinking against the others. "You know what you should do??" She smirked at him and he made a point to step away just one step, solid distance; that would help - keep him grounded, "You should crash his party."
He froze, mid cap twist and stared at her, watching her deft little hands work rosemary into its bottle. "Little rule breaker strikes again." He chided her and she laughed under her breath. There is a stiff feeling in her now and they fall into silence and work side by side for a few minutes. The tense environment building and he again, realized she's about to say something heavy and loaded.
"I'm sorry-'' she sounded sad suddenly, repenting as she chewed her lip again. "Theodore Nott was just there and it isn't as if-" She stopped when he put his hand over hers, like he remembered doing in potions class before only... There was no class full of other students, there was no teacher to tell them to get back to work. There were no eyes on them and when she turned that questioning gaze onto him, he felt every ounce of willpower evaporate.
"I don't care-" he has to push the words out of his throat, letting his fingers brush along her jawline as he tucked hair over her ear. He isn't sure if he's even breathing right now, just his heartbeat in his ears as her eyelashes flutter, looking down at his mouth and darting that tongue out to wet own her lips. She's about to speak; he can read it on her face. She's going to stop him, make him feel stupid, like a desperate fool, which, fair play, he is but that doesn't make it go down any easier. He closed his eyes for a moment, trying to gather whatever thoughts were still floating around and bring them into words. "I don't care about Theo. Or McLaggen or fucking Potter. Even Weasley can fuck himself." His skin comes alive as he rested his palm on her cheek and trailed down her neck, the urge to hold her by the throat and whisper hotly while he shagged her on the desk flashed into his head and it's nearly too much to stay focused. The words on his tongue spill with no hesitation as he put his hand over her chest, feeling her heartbeat racing. "You're still mine. And no one can take you."
He almost does it again. He almost kisses her, takes her deliciously pouty lips with his and seals his words against them. But the prickling panic on the back of his neck keeps him in the real world; anxiety. This isn't the time or place. He can't do this to her. He's glad, almost, that his guilt is strong enough to overcome his base desires, the blood pounding in his ears. That he is literally screaming in his own head is secondary, 'if she's yours then take her', his inner monologue is demanded, no secrets in his own thoughts.
"I'm-" Her lips trembled as she placed her fingertips on his jaw, stopping him as he tried to pull away. "I...I'm yours." He thinks he is dead or he's gone deaf with the ringing in his ears. Did she just say that? Is that her hand on his face? He felt the warmth of her fingers, her body so close he could embrace her. This wasn't good or smart. This was trouble.
He thinks he managed to say, "Again." And his hand drifts up once more, fingers barely tilting her chin to force her embarrassed gaze to meet his. Oh bollocks, it's game over. He was done for.
Her eyes are nothing like he has ever seen them, dark and heavy and he wanted to drown in them. Especially when there is a sparkle as she did as he asked. "I'm yours." And he groaned, dropping his forehead against hers, breathing hard and trying to focus on the freckles across her nose and cheeks. But she moved forward, eyes closed and her lips pursed and the boldness of her cut straight into him. He can't. If he ever could it would be now but she doesn't deserve that. The wounded animal look on her face doesn't help him feel any better when he dragged his head back from her suddenly, away from her temptatious little lips. Her eyes glass over with tears when he takes a struggling step back, her hands on his chest dropping like a sack of potatoes.
Now she's angry, she's crying and she is furious. He wished he had thought better; dealing with Granger in her spitfire mode was always difficult and he had been the reason her fuse was so short today. "Wh-what is wrong with you?!!" She whispered, her voice cracking at the end.
"Me? Nothing is wrong with me, Granger! You are just wrong! You're bloody haunting me!" He tried to keep his voice tempered but he was failing.
"I'm doing nothing of the sort, you psychopath!" The tears broke free from her eyes and dragged down her cheeks.
"Believe me when I say, you wish I was crazy! Because crazy isn't as dangerous! Instead I'm completely, irrevocably immersed in every tiny fucking thing you do!" He lowered his voice to a hiss. Screaming at her wasn't his goal but sometimes she hit that trigger and off his voice went, emotions forcing themselves out.
"That's not my problem!" She stepped back to him, closing the space he tried to make. Poor decision, little thing.
"It will be. You have no idea, you vile little witch. I'm going to make you obsessed - make you feel just as hopeless as I do. You're going to absorb my every move. I will consume your every waking second, like you do mine." Draco inched closer, he would think about kissing her if he wasn't so irate at her defiance. He grabbed her face with his hand and forced her to look at him, her tears cool on his fingertips.
"I will devour your heart whole. And you will want me to." The complete terror in her eyes fuels his fire as he realized just how close they are and instead of stepping back, he pushed her away. She blinked the fear from her face and then shoved his shoulders twice before snatching a glass bottle and throwing it over his head.
She screeched, "I hate you!" Then she spun, her robes swishing like Snape's would as she flew around the desks and out the door. He winced when it slammed closed and just stared at the space she had occupied, the cold of the dungeon leeching away the heat she left.
"I hate me, too. But I think I hate you more."