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[Chapter twenty eight]

[Chapter twenty eight]

[Draco Malfoy's P.O.V]

At this unbelievable moment in time I forgot who I was, where I came from and why I was doing this...but I did know something, I didn't want to stop. I found myself tugging at her tiny waist just to bring her closer, if that was possible. I could taste her, so sweet on my tongue. The fury I had felt had left us both with swollen lips, and hers were bared with a little cut where my teeth had nipped but we weren't going to stop just yet. My breathing was hard but air didn't really register with me. I just wanted this.

“Malfoy” A sweet gasp of my name fell from her lips as my hands slipped down to her lower back. I darent try my voice so instead I kissed her even harder. I wanted her to know how much I hated her and how much I was glad that Oliver Wood had kissed another girl.

I grabbed her hair.

I believe hate is very mixed up in your world.

How odd, a few moments ago I felt the cold wind across my face but all I felt now was intense heat licking at my skin. I could smell her, so sweet and so intoxicating my head felt like it was going to explode. How could anyone smell so good?

Her hands where on my face, soothingly stroking my skin.

All my life I had been built upon a ground of anger and now my ground was cracking, letting another emotion fill up the broken foundations. How right and wrong existed would always be a mystery. She was right and I was...wrong.

Good v's evil.

At the very same moment our lips stopped moving. They were still touching but completely frozen. Her large green eye's opened, baring all of her confused emotions for me to see. I always said she was like an open book. I'm sure she would blush right now, she was perched on my lap In the most exotic position but the confusion was what held her from it.

As we caught our breath back it hit me. I flinched. What had I done!? What was I thinking? She shifted from me like I had the black death and I did the same from her. It was a mistake. Anger had forced it from me! I felt my face harden as the chips fell. I told myself time and time again this wouldn't happen again, I even lied to myself.

“Oh...Oh shit” she whispered, delicately touching her lips.

They where red, a colour that suited her.

The wind howled around us, angry at the crime we had committed. Gryffindor's and Slytherins where not supposed to even look at each other and here we was, severely in emotional turmoil.

I needed to crush something with my bare hands, to feel my palms bleed all upon the object as a way of wiping away what I had done. I had sneered my family's name for her. I looked to her and saw tears well in her eye's, did she hate me as much as I hated her right now? Did she wish we never even met? Did she want my face pulled from her memory?

“It never happened did it?” I asked her and thanked Merlin for my voice being strong and cold. “Wayward?” I demanded. I saw the pattern but I did not care. This would be the last time ,that I could promise myself. She had done things to me I would never forget, things that I still burned with anger as I remembered them...a man's pride wasn't something to mess with.

She blinked almost in shock but then she collected herself, even though I could see right through her.

“No...it never happened”

I didn't feel the relief I needed from her words, didn't feel my stiff shoulders relax, didn't feel the painful not in my stomach lessen as I began to stand up.