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Harry's POV:

     I took her in, her beauty, her smile, the way she looked away shyly. She was perfect. I wanted to tell her, to show her. I hoped she'd let me. I noticed she'd bitten her lip while staring at me. I could tell she wanted me. And I wanted her. I walked toward her slowly, taking my time to let her stare. She looked nervous, like she couldn't tell what my next move was. Perhaps she couldn't.

     I stepped up the steps to the front doors of the school, where she was standing. She looked up at me through her lashes. "Hello," I growled. I wanted to see the affect my tone would have on her.

     "Er, hello," she answered, a bit confused. "Are you alright?"

     "No, actually," I took in the slight horror on her face. Was she scared? Good. I had full control. I grabbed her arm. "There's something I need you to take care of for me." I pulled her to my car and opened the passenger door. "Get in," I ordered. She obeyed, looking frightened.

     "Where are we going?" she asked after five minutes of nervous silence.

     "Home."

     "Yours or mine?"

     "Mine."

     "Why?"

     I didn't answer. I wanted to show her how I felt, and I wanted her to wait. I liked finally having control.

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