Becoming Beta

Chapter 8

What in the bleeding hell was he doing standing outside of Scarhead's train compartment? Oh, that's right, Granger is in there. And bloody hell does she smell enchanting. Gods was he a creepy stalker or something? Oh, but her scent. He was half hard already and he had only smelled her, he had gotten no closer than when they were in the same car for the prefect meeting.

The trolley witch brushed passed him and he walked down the train car, he didn't want to get caught in this train car when she stopped at their compartment. He was heading back to his own compartment at the end of the train car. He had almost walked through the door to the next car when he caught another whiff of eau de Granger and turned around, looking longingly at her compartment. Suddenly, the compartment door opened, he stood still, like a deer startled in the forest. He wasn't sure if he should turn around and flee, or pretend he was going the other way when he saw Granger walk out of the door, she closed the door and leaned against the wall with her eyes closed, sighing heavily. He almost couldn't believe his luck, he was acting on pure instinct at the moment, there was not a rational thought in his head and he started walking toward her.

She turned and headed in his direction almost colliding with him, she would have if he hadn't grabbed her elbow to stop her momentum. She rocked back on her heels and looked up at him. He didn't say anything, couldn't say anything. His brain was completely blank as he looked down into her cinnamon colored eyes. She's beautiful, he thought, right before she muttered an apology and brushed past him. He stood there for a moment, his brain registering that she had walked to the end of the car and entered the bathroom. What? She's beautiful? Where in the hell had that come from? Get it together, Malfoy!

He stood another moment, still undecided. He was still running on all instinct, his brain hadn't really caught up to what was going on with his body. He decided he had to talk to her, so he stood across from the bathroom door and waited for her to exit. This was about as private as they were going to get on this train and he was going to take advantage of his good luck.

He had been looking at his feet when he heard the bathroom door open and she gasped. When he looked up, he caught her gaze, he thought he recognized something in it, some kind of affinity. He breathed deep, inhaling her aroma. He said her name, almost unwittingly, it wasn't until she replied that he even realized what he had said.

"Malfoy, what can I do for you?" Her voice was cool, distant, and polite.

He almost groaned at the sound, "Don't you feel it? I was told you'd feel it too." What was he doing? This is insane, she's going to think I am crazy.

And then she got angry with him, "What are you talking about? Feel what? Feel like shite because one of your father's little buddies almost killed me two months ago?" She spat at him. Her eyes were flashing and a blush crept up her neck and cheeks. Gods, she's gorgeous when she blushes. Wait, what? When do I even think things like that? Then her comments registered, she was talking about his fucking father. Fuck her. He slammed a hand to the door behind her head and moved in close.

"Do not talk about my father." He was at his most pure-blood imperiousness, cold, detached. He towered over her small frame. She scowled up at him and crossed her arms in front of her chest.

"You don't scare me, Malfoy," she bit out. Oh, she is glorious when she's mad. Her hair sparked with her anger. He closed his eyes for a moment and moved in closer to her, speaking directly into her ear, breathing the smell of her hair, apples.

"Maybe you should be scared, Granger. I've had a hell of a summer, I'm not the same person I was two months ago." He was savoring being this close to her, and his cock was throbbing with need. The sight of her flushed and angry was enchanting. Then he forced himself to step back out of her personal space. He smirked at her. "See you around, Granger." He turned and walked out of the train car and headed for the back of the train.