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Anger. Anger had started your day, and it was anger that got you here, arguing with Draco Malfoy, the boy who had at one point been your best friend for the six years you had attended Hogwarts together. Up until now it seemed. All he had done was bump into you at the wrong time, and – without even looking to see who he was talking to – making some offhanded comment about watching where you were going before heading up the hallway."Why don't you watch where you're going you empty headed twat!" You had snapped as he brushed past. Truthfully, this particular anger had been building over the course of a few years of unvoiced frustration between the two of you, and the rift had only widened over the past two years. With Draco a prefect and becoming part of that toad Umbridge's little headhunting cult the year prior, there had been little interaction between the two of you, save for holidays and the occasions you could pry him out of Pansy Parkinson's claws.Try as you might, any opportunities you had anymore were short lived or spoiled by Parkinson and the vendetta she had against you. At the beginning of the year, she made a point to fawn over Draco, rubbing it in your face at the start of the year that she got to sit next to him on the Hogwarts Express while you fumed across the way beside Blaise, whom struggled to get you to speak with him, albeit unsuccessfully.And had Draco given a damn? No. Too busy bragging about the poor choices he was making; siding with the Dark Lord, a fact that scared you as much as enraged you that he was still clinging to the poisonous mentality that had gotten his father thrown into Azkaban, a fact you tried to point out weeks before only to be greeted with more hostility."What the bloody hell is your problem?" Draco had turned toward you, and while shocked at first that it was in fact you who he bumped into, he quickly angered at your insult.You gathered all your pent up rage and threw it at him, hellbent now on either talking some sense into him or – regrettably – ending your friendship once and for all."What do you mean "what's my problem?" Your shit attitude is my problem. Strutting around here like you're better than everybody else!" You spat; while you didn't say it, your tone implied that you thought otherwise. Draco snorted and straightened, crossing his arms."Better than everyone else, or better than you, you mean? Because if anyone is acting all high and mighty, it's you!" He sneered, and you glared back, livid. A crowd was starting to form now; of course, everyone liked to watch a good row, you thought with a grimace."Oh right... it's me who's being a total prat and forgetting his best friend, and it's me who's throwing his life away for daddy's cause..." Draco's gaze hardened, the tendons in his neck twitching as he stepped closer to you intimidatingly, arms dropping to his sides."Don't..." he warned, but you kept on, eyes burning as you threw gasoline on the fire."And it's ME who's going to end up with daddy if I keep on this path–""THAT'S ENOUGH!" Draco shouted finally, his pale face red and knuckles white from how tightly his hands were clinched into fists."You don't even understand what I'm trying to do or what I want! So just bugger off already because I've had enough of you!""Oh, now you want to end it... so tell me Draco, what is it that you want?!" You shot back, annoyed and hurt at his dismissive tone. Somehow that had cut deeper than anything else he had said.Draco grit his teeth in annoyance, his hand shooting out and latching onto your upper arm in a firm grip, steering you towards an empty classroom and away from the gawking students. The move did not deter you in the slightest and you kept on yelling at him even as he slammed the door shut and stepped up to you in a threatening manner.Unfazed, you kept on taunting him in a singsong voice that Pansy would be proud of."You seem to know about everything else, so spit it out already!""You want to know what I want?!" Draco snapped, taking your shoulders and pushing you up against the wall, making you gasp in surprise then glare up at him defiantly, ready to fight. Hell, you almost fancied just hexing him right here and now since he kept manhandling you.See how he liked that.Draco spoke, tearing you out of your thoughts, his words not registering at first."I want what I've always wanted! And that's the only reason I'm "following in my daddy's footsteps" as you so rudely put it," he mocked your tone, gripping at your shoulders when your tried to shake him off of you."I want the safety of my family, and..." He hesitated for a second and his gaze softened but was no less intense than had been when you were screaming at one another in the corridor, the expression catching you off-guard."And you," he murmured, suddenly leaning in and kissing you roughly, surprising you for a second time this afternoon.A burst of electricity swept beneath your skin and you willed yourself to just enjoy the kiss – the kiss you had been waiting for – but you were still too angry to let it be, wrenching your head away and rounding on him again, hands clinching his forearms as tightly as he was holding your shoulders."What do you mean you've always wanted me?" you demanded, ignoring the warmth on your face and leaving out the silent thought that he could have had you at any time if he only just said so."What do you think I mean, you idiot?" Draco raised his voice in exasperation."Don't call me a idiot you prat!" you shouted back, the anger from before surging up again and carrying something else within; a flicker beneath the waves that whispered much more than was being said aloud. Draco noticed, watching you closely as you went on."If you bloody well wanted me, why didn't you do something about it?""I'm doing something about it now aren't I?" he growled, an edge creeping into his tone that made you shiver pleasantly, that whisper growing steadily into a roar."Are you?" you challenged, staring him down. There was a loaded pause between the two of you, your gaze never wavering until something broke the calm – a hitch in his breath or you gripping his robes – and you crashed against one another, the waves pulling you under.

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