Mad About the Boy

It had been a week since Granger had issued her little challenge to Draco and it was one week Draco had not enjoyed. Not only had he struggled to find an appropriate response to the Know It All’s dare, but he had really struggled to find the appropriate feelings. Naturally his first instinct would have been to laugh in her face; unfortunately it was her face that had made him think twice. Granger’s lips smirked and pouted in a way that sent shivers right down to his… Well, they had made him think twice anyway. There was that familiar spark in the Gryffindor eyes that she usually got when they had sparred in the past. But there was also something more to it, something much less agreeable, she was taunting him. And Malfoy’s did not like to be taunted. It burned him through their first week of school. She was everywhere with her goading little smirk. And worst of all he was so sure she would have shared her little joke with her two favorite pets; Pot Head and the Weasel. And yet they did not seem to join her in her mirth. They just growled and fidgeted as usual in his presence. How boring.



But Granger had got a hold of him. She had trapped him in an uncomfortable corner. If she had just told her pathetic friends it would be like she had got one over on him and they could move on with their usual bickering until he had got her back. But she didn’t, she held him there in her challenge. And it was he who was to make the next move. Either accept her little test and prove just how bloody loud he could make those pouty lips scream. Or refuse and allow her to hold it over him that he just wasn’t ‘man enough’. And either way, she got something out of it, she would win something. What a smart little Gryffindor. It made his insides boil. She had made this personal between the two of them by holding it on to herself and in the process had stripped him of any real options.



And now she paraded around their shared common room so smug and self-righteous. Like he couldn’t touch her or make her squirm with his bitter words like he used to.



‘I don’t think so Princess. This has gone on far too long.’ Malfoy growled as he watched her lounging in front of the fireplace, her nose stuck in a book.



Her head flicked up sending her mass of curls swinging over her shoulders.



‘Did you say something Malfoy?’ she said quite innocently, so pleased with herself.



‘Yes, I did indeed Granger. I think I’ve left you stewing long enough.’ He stalked towards her watching as her eyes flickered through various emotions; arrogance, confusion, fear, and ultimately annoyance.



‘Stewing over what? I hardly think you’ve had much affect on my daily thoughts, Malfoy.’ She spat his name quite bitterly.



‘Is that so?’ Draco pulled the book she was reading out of her hands and dropped it on the floor before he crawled onto the couch placing both his arms on either side of her and sinking down on her small quivering frame as she pushed herself further and further back into the cushions. ‘I think you’ve been thinking about me and all that I can do to you my little Gryffindor kitten. All the things you want me to do to you.’



Her small hands pushed lightly against his chest. Not quite pushing him away as much as creating some kind of barrier. But the heat from her touch only encouraged him as she twisted her head away from his lowering lips, baring her neck to him. Silly girl, he grinned to himself. ‘That’s why you challenged me isn’t it?’ Draco whispered, his lips ghosting along her neck. She whimpered.



‘Isn’t it?’