Caught!

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DRACO MALFOY’S POV
What a way to start the day. Not to mention the week. First, Crabbe and Goyle end up having a fight over who gets the last apple and I get hit in the face with it, and now this.
“I pretty sure you do, Malfoy!!! Quit trying to avoid me and answer my question!!! I need to know!”
I’ve got an annoying mudblood on my heels. An extremely smart mudblood.
“WILL YOU QUIT FOLLOWING ME!?!? I DON’T OWE YOU AN ANSWER!” I screamed, whirling to face my pursuer. “And why do you need to know!? It’s none of your business!”
“Oooooh, Malfoy… you know… that answer is just further making me assume you do,” said the forever annoying Hermione Granger. “And I must know because it’s been bothering me for a while now. I need to know to put myself at ease.”
This is so tiring.
“Besides, if you simply hated him, you wouldn’t be spending so much time trying to get his attention,” :Gulp: “And you call all those looks glares? Pu-leeze, Malfoy. Don’t fool yourself; you’re not fooling me or anyone else for that matter… well… maybe except him and Ron. They both are pretty dense and all when it comes down to these things. ”
I don’t think I have ever felt so cornered in my life.
So I’m doing the first thing that came to my mind.
“So you see, Malfoy, you might as well- HEY! QUIT RUNNING!!! ANSWER MY QUESTION!!!”
Okay, so running as fast as your legs can carry you isn’t exactly the smartest or bravest thing I could have done, but it’s better than admitting that Granger’s right.
So I tore through the halls, even after her whiny screeches were no longer chasing after me. And turned a corner. And ran right into HIM. Sending us both crashing to the floor.
The first thing I noticed was that I was on top. Second, was that his dark, emerald green eyes were looking straight into mine. Third, we’re the perfect height for each other. All of these points suddenly made my day seem a whole lot better
But I’ll never thank Granger for her help driving me put myself into this situation.
“Malfoy, get off me!”
I was shoved off.
I was about to say something when he ran a tanned hand through his dark, naturally-disheveled hair. Pathetic of me, yes, but it is… so sexy every time he does that.
Then I snapped back to reality.
“Watch where you’re going, Potter!”
It was weak, but desperate times calls for desperate measures. Right now, I’m pretty desperate to get out of here and into a deserted bathroom so I can take care of the not-quite-so-small-and-getting-bigger problem that started up my pants.
He was looking at me quizzically. He noticed my delayed reaction. Shit.
“You’re finally losing your mind, Malfoy?” God I love how my last name rolls off his tongue. I’m dying to find out what my first sounds like. “I’m pretty sure it was you that ran into me, with enough impact to put you on top.”
Okay. I’ve no comeback to that. So. I did what I could.
I stood up, and ran.