The Saddest Story Ever

The Deserted Classroom

She had her hands pressed against my shoulders, keeping my back against the hard stone wall as we stared deep into each other's eyes. We were in a classroom, deserted, of course.

It had been a week, no, not a week, it felt like it had been so much longer than a week since we had touched, and here I was, pushed back against a stone wall again, I needed to stop being in such a vulnerable position around her. I was a Malfoy for crying out loud. My father surely wouldn't have ever been in this position before. I really needed to learn to stop following her. I thought I had been discreet enough this time. Clearly not.

"Why were you following me? AGAIN, Malfoy?!" She yanked me into this room when she noticed me following her again. Her face was in mine- no small feat considering her short stature.

I looked deep into her eyes as she spoke. I felt myself being drawn into them, getting lost in them. I wasn't entirely sure what she had said. I took a risk. I needed her, to feel her. I moved my hand to the back of her head and pulled her closer to me, closing the distance between us, my lips came crashing against hers, I kissed her passionately, deeply, pouring all my emotion and feeling into the kiss. I kissed her like I had never kissed a girl before.

My hand slacked on the back of her head, she pulled away from my lips and I looked at her, searching for any emotion, I saw her lips part and a gasp escaped the lips I had just kissed, my lips tingled looking at hers, I saw a smirk playing on her lips, I smirked back at her.

"Well then, I guess I don't mind too much if you want to follow me about." She turned and left.

I watched her leave. A pout playing on my lips, I wanted to pull her back, kiss her again. Kiss over her soft skin. But I let her go. Deciding this little game would be very interesting. I wanted her, and I wanted her to want me. Only me. I felt possessive of her.