Get Too Close

She had always fancied him. It was against everything she stood for, but damn it, she couldn’t control the way she felt about him. Every glance and every glare she received from him made her heart beat uncontrollably and she didn’t even know why. She knew his scent of sandalwood and rose water, almost always tried to breathe it in as much as she could whenever he passed by. His grey eyes could pierce through you if they wanted, and knowing Draco Malfoy he wanted his eyes to do just that.

She sat on the couch in the common room watching the fire burn up the logs in the fireplace. She sighed. What was she going to do with herself? She didn’t know, but if she had put up with it for this long she could keep up with it until the end of the school year. There was some shuffling behind the portrait and she quickly pretended to busy herself with Hogwarts: A History, when everyone knew full well she had read that book more than fifty times over. Malfoy stepped into the common room, proceeded to chuckle and glare.

“Nose in a book again, Granger?” He couldn’t believe she was reading that sodding book over again. Hogwarts really didn’t seem that bloody interesting that you’d have to constantly read about it, especially if you had read the book five hundred times before. He watched her brush her brown curls off of her shoulder as she sighed and looked up at him.

Calm down. Calm fucking down, she told her heart pounding in her chest. One look at him could cause a cardiac arrest. “Can I help you, Malfoy?” She watched his face turn into a smirk and his eyebrows rose.

“No, not really. The last time I checked your muddied blood was of no use to me whatsoever.” He sneered, “Maybe you’d be of use to Weasley.”

At this point she didn’t really care what he thought of her blood. He could see it in her face that she didn’t care as the corners of her mouth turned upward.

“Good one Malfoy. That was so groundbreaking. Tell me more, oh Pureblooded Prince!” she gushed clasping her hands together faking excitement. He looked at her like she had gone mad, surprised in fact that she didn’t turn away, give him the finger and shut herself in her room. He watched her caramel brown eyes waiting for tears to form, they didn’t of course.

“Well Granger, it seems to me that you’ve finally grown yourself a pair of balls.”

She scoffed, “Hopefully you’re next.”

He frowned. He could feel his right hand ball into a fist as he clenched his jaw. Hermione saw the fist form. Did those three words really set the Slytherin Prince off? Really?, she wondered. It had because moments later he was stalking towards her, his pale face colouring just a tinge of pink. He stopped in front of her and knocked her book out of her lap.

“Hey!” she yelled out. “Watch wha-”

He grabbed her wrists with his hands and pulled her up. Her heart almost stopped, her lungs felt constricted. Hermione was stunned, too stunned in fact that she didn’t really notice how the proximity between them was getting smaller every minute, every second. He was backing her up against the wall beside a window. She could feel the breeze blowing into the back of her neck fluttering her hair. He caught her sweet scent, it was vanilla. Vanilla with a touch of cinnamon.

“Don’t you dare test me, Mudblood,” he said with his jaw clenched. He had her up against the wall now. Her wrists were free, but his hands were pressed against the wall blocking her from making a quick escape. She could smell his minty breath, she could see the small downy hairs on his face and the healing cut on his bottom lip. She wanted to kiss it so bad now. She looked up into his eyes searching for something, she didn’t know what.

“I wasn’t testing you,” she whispered. “I was merely making an observation. Honestly, if I’ve grown a pair of balls Malfoy, then maybe you should go along and do the same.”

His fist pounded the wall. “Granger, you stupid bitch. I can have your blood on my hands at anytime. This isn’t getting good for you. I suggest you back down or I make you back down myself.”

This was too much, she told herself. Their noses were almost touching and if she just moved her head forward she could get what she wanted. She could get those lips on her. “Fine,” she breathed. “Have it your way then. I know for a fact that you would never want my dirty blood on your hands. I’m too filthy for your liking anyway.” She raised her arms to try and push him back and when she did it was like his feet were stuck to the ground. She pushed again, nothing. And again, still nothing. “What the fuck? What the fuck Malfoy? You said what you wanted now let me leave.”

There it was again. His stupid trademark smirk. “Who said I was finished? You haven’t taken any of my suggestions to heart yet.” He had seen the heat in her eyes as she watched his lip, searched his face. Who would’ve known the Gryffindor Princess was in tune with any sort of sexuality whatsoever, especially when it came to Malfoy out of all people. He licked his lips slowly watching her eyes and of course they darted exactly where he wanted them to. “I can see where your eyes are you know.”

Her eyes shot back up. “I don’t know what you’re talking about Malfoy. Let me leave.” She could feel the blood rushing in her ears, she felt her face flood with embarrassment. She couldn’t look at him to see the satisfaction on his face, she wouldn’t do it.

He leaned in, pressing his mouth against her hair and breathing into it. “Tsk tsk tsk. I know a crush when I see one Granger.”

His breath was tickling her ear and she could feel sweat starting to form on her forehead. She needed to get herself out of this. No, no you don’t, another voice told her, go with it.

“I-I-I,” she stammered. “It’s not what you think.”

“It’s exactly what I think. Look at yourself. You’re a fucking mess right now,” he was inhaling too much vanilla, he felt like he was going to be sick. “I could have you any way I wanted couldn’t I?” He was staring at her, watching her face flush as she bit her lip looking away from him. She could feel heat flooding between her thighs. “Couldn’t I Granger?” She willed herself not to utter the word ‘yes’, it was even harder not to nod her head. She was supposed to be an amazing liar, and now when she really needed it, she was fucking falling apart.

“N-no,” she said while she tried to shake her head. It was a pathetic shake and she knew he thought the same thing. He was grinning down at her watching her fall all over herself and he hadn’t even done anything yet. He was secretly waiting to do this, except he had never expected her to be so responsive.

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A/N: I'm aware that there are probably quite a few mistakes punctuation wise, at least there aren't spelling mistakes right??

Anyways, this is my first story so just let me know what you think. I can always just scrap this and somehow come up with a story that makes sense. If you like it so far then I'm going to cry tears of joy because I hardly ever share my writing with others.

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