The Slytherin - A Draco Malfoy One-Shot

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     Ever since she had arrived at Hogwarts, Clara and Draco hated each other. It wasn't unexpected; she was a Gryffindor and he was a Slytherin. Clara was a sweet girl, but her temper usually got the better of her. That's how she would up in Dumbledore's office with Malfoy; she had lost it one afternoon, and she smacked him across his smug face.
     "Ms. Addams," Dumbledore spoke up. "Your actions were out of hand, but yours were too, Mr. Malfoy. Therefore, Ms. Addams, you shall be tutoring Mr. Malfoy for the rest of the year."
     "What?" she yelled. "You can't possibly expect me to-" she caught herself. "Alright. Fine. Whatever."
     The next day, Clara waited for Draco in the back of the library like they promised. A half an hour late, he swaggered through to her table.
     "You're late," she said.
     "So?" Malfoy sneered.
     "So I waited here for half an hour! You think I want to be here?" Clara replied. Malfoy chuckled.
     "I think you do. I think you secretly enjoy being with me," he whispered, walking towards her. She was now backed up against the wall. "I think you felt lucky to come here."
     "N-no," Clara mumbled. He smirked.
     "I think you're lying, Addams. I think you might actually like me," Malfoy breathed.
     "N-no," she repeated. "I-I hate you. You're an ass to me and my friends and I-I....hate..."
      "Is that so?" Draco muttered. He pressed his lips against hers. The kiss was passionate, like he was trying to prove himself.
     "No, Draco, we can't...." Clara's voice trailed off. He kissed her once again.
     "Now," he said, pulling away. "About that Potions essay...."

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