Unrequited

Don\'t own any of it except the plot.
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When I left Malfoy standing in the Restricted Section that day, I felt oddly empowered. It was a complete 180 from how I felt last night. I got a kick out of turning the tables on Malfoy. I\'d heard about his conquests and was undeniably curious. But I loved Ron. Honestly, I still do. But I\'m not about to put up with his crap any longer. First of all, Ron\'s incredibly chauvinistic, not to mention possessive. We went out to a Muggle pub over the summer hols and I got a few appreciative glances and he got hacked off at *me*. As if I did anything to encourage those guys. Then when I caught him grinding on some random bint on the dance floor I decided to throw a hissy and he put it off as \"I\'m a good looking bloke, chicks should be all over me.\" As if he were entitled. THEN I found him all cozied with one of the girls from Ottery. Susannah, I think her name was.

I was completely livid. I tossed his perfect prefect pin at him and stormed away. But I let my feelings for the fat-headed git overcome my common sense and I took him back. Damn him. Well now, I think he could use a bit of his own medicine. What better way to serve it to him by way of a Malfoy? How marvelous. Oh, sure, you might think \'well, you\'ve certainly become devious, haven\'t you?\' Might I remind you about a certain High Inquisitor of Hogwarts that was so neatly dispensed with? Let me state here and now: Don\'t Mess With Me. Period.

But back to Malfoy. He *is* attractive in that thin faced way. I\'d have to be completely blind to have missed that. Still sort of ferrety, but it works for him. And I\'m glad he\'s stopped gelling his hair. That look was over with Gordon Gekko. But that kiss last night. Who would\'ve thought that Malfoy could\'ve laid one on me like that? Shocking, positively shocking. Then I remembered I was a Gryffindor and I kicked him. But Malfoy didn\'t disappoint this morning. Those lips were just as strong as ever and I think my thighs went up in flames.

Viktor hadn\'t kissed like that, and certainly Ron never did. Mind you, Ron was proficient at other things but kissing wasn\'t one of them. And Malfoy\'s bum...exqusitely firm yet squeezable. Must be all the Quidditch that does it. He was very appropriately shocked when I turned the tables. I didn\'t do that to make him back off although that\'s what it seemed that I accomplished. I did it because I like to chase and not to be chased. I chased Ron until he wore down. Silly boy. He was under the impression that it was he who persued me. It was quite the opposite.

If Malfoy and I are to have some sort of liaison, I\'d prefer it to be on my terms and no one else\'s. But if I don\'t get to shag him, well that\'s fine, too. I could just imagine having to utterly thrash him if he yelled out \'Mudblood\' in bed. Then again, Malfoy\'s not quite that stupid. At least I don\'t think so. But if I were judging by his taste in women I\'d have to say that his appetites run toward the vapid. With the exception of Padma Patil who I think is absolutely fucking brilliant, everyone of his chicks has been really stupid. Apparently the boy hasn\'t figured out that the brain is the biggest erogenous zone in the body. Well...permit me an evil chuckle...he\'s acquired a teacher. And I give very good lessons.
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She was constantly surrounded by Potty and She-Weasel. He-Weasel was nowhere in site, having been banished to the doghouse where he belongs. Who would\'ve guessed that all that fire was stowed in such a little package? I\'d spent the whole week fantasizing about her kiss. She\'s got great lips, just as I\'d thought. I rather liked her whole dominant streak. Even if she was doing it to drive me off. Silly, silly girl. She had her rooms next to Gryffindor\'s main entrance as Head Girl. Stupid Weasel managed to make it to Head Boy, Merlin only knows why.

But as I was a prefect, I had the password to her room - in case of emergency of course. I decided to give her a bit of a prod in my direction. I snuck up to her room and conjured up something so sickeningly romantic she\'d have nothing left to do but swoon at my feet.

I placed daisies everywhere. Somewhere, I can\'t remember when, I discovered that daisies were her favourite flower. I put a fire in the fireplace and a chilled bottle of sweet white on the side table. I then wrote out a card that simply stated \'Looking forward to continuing what we began in the Restricted Section.\' And I signed my last name with a flourish. It was more than I\'d ever done for Pansy, but then again, Pansy is easy. I contemplated whether or not to stay but then I decided against it. I wanted her to come to me. I left her chambers with a secret smile on my face and retired to my room down in the dungeons to wait.

What I saw there astonished me completely.
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That night, I went down to Malfoy\'s rooms, supposedly to leave him a message about patrol times and prefect meetings. For all their supposed cunning, Slytherins are really thick. I just waltzed right in with no suspicion whatsoever.

I figured out that green really wasn\'t Draco\'s favourite color. He actually preferred light blue and grey. So I transfigured his room to those colours. It looked so much airier and brighter when I was done. The boy was also absolutely bonkers about sailing, so I performed a charm that would give his rooms the scent of the sea. As a last touch, I created a little beach where the fireplace was. If someone wanted to call him, they\'d be out of luck as there was no floo access. He\'d probably die when he saw his rooms and then he\'d come swooning at my feet. Perfect. I left a card, signing only my last name.

When I got back to my rooms, I was floored by what I saw awaiting me.
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She\'d tranfigured my rooms to resemble the beach.

How in the hell did he know that daisies were my favourite flower?

When did she have the time to do this?

He doesn\'t waste any time, does he?

If she thinks I\'m going to go running off to her, she\'s sadly mistaken.

I am *not* going to go scurrying off to Slytherin house because he did something nice for a change.

Still...

Still...

The thought was nice