"Her Eyes" Dramione

6

Looking at my watch, it's 8:45. She's been pacing around the room for the last fifteen minutes now. What on earth could she be so nervous or upset about? Merlin knows I haven't said anything. Out loud at least. What could Granger have to hide. The goody two shoes war heroine of all people.

"Oi, Granger. Sit your arse down you're creating a trench in the floor with all your pacing."

"Why don't you make me, Malfoy."
She snaps immediately back at me. I raise my eyebrows at that, slightly surprised. Weasley must be rubbing off on her. Slowly I stand up.

"Well I might do just that Granger."

Her head snaps to look at me as I walk towards her. "What?"

"I said, I might take you up on that offer." I shrug my shoulders then cross my arms. "You should really be careful with the words that spill out of your mouth Granger. You just might get what you ask for."

My signature smirk starts to take over my face. Riling her up is one of my favorite pastimes. Something entertaining always seems to ensue. I stop in front of her waiting for her response. I can almost see the thoughts running through her head. The determined look returns to her eyes. Her defiance is kind of hot. My smirk falls for a second. I did not just think that.

"What are you gonna do Malfoy? I personally don't think you have the balls to do a bloody thing I can't handle." Her hands are on her hips and I know she's nowhere near done talking.

"You must remember all the years we've confronted each other and been at each other's throats. You push me and I'll always push back harder. There has been nothing you've thrown at me that I haven't handled." She steps forward and pokes her finger into my chest.

"Do you really think I don't know that you start these fights on purpose. I'm not daft, bloody hell, I'm the brightest witch of the fucking age. I know that you feed off of these arguments. The hope of winning one is only in your wildest dreams, Malfoy." She's still poking my chest.

I'm looking at her and I hear what she's saying. Half paying attention and half not knowing a clue what we're talking about. No way she actually knows why I start these fights. She's so close and in focus. I can hear that she's still talking but I can't seem to comprehend a damn word of it. The only thing I seem to be focusing on is that her hand is on me and that her eyes are lit with a raging fire behind them. For a moment, I glance down and her lips look so fucking inviting. I can honestly say I don't know what happened next. No fucking idea what came over me. All I know is that I had to.

"Don't you think for one moment that I won't be prepared for whatever plan you've got going on in your head because I will always be ready to meet you toe to toe." I looked her in the eyes and uncrossed my arms.

We stood there silently for just a moment. Then without a single damn thought or hesitation in my head I pushed her up against the column behind her, grabbed her hips and kissed her as hard as I could. Immediately I pressed my body against hers essentially trapping her there. Shocked would probably be an understatement but I couldn't get enough. The fire in her eyes are now coursing through my entire body. For a few seconds she was frozen. Then her hands flew to my head and ran through my hair while simultaneously pulling me even closer. Traveling my hands down her sides I grip her thighs and wrap her legs around my waist pushing her into the column even more. My heart is racing and she tastes like strawberries somehow. With her fingers tangled in my hair we both fight for dominance. Both of us eager for control. She definitely wasn't wrong when she said that she always pushes back harder. I can feel it now with how her body is pressing back into mine. We spend what feels like hours doing this. Exploring what we can of each other like this might be our last. But it was really only a few minutes when the sound of a banging fist came from the other side of the portrait entrance. Breaking back into reality our faces separate by only a few inches. Both of us are breathing heavy trying to gain our composure. My hands are still gripping her thighs holding her in the air and our bodies still pressed together. The banging sounds again through the portrait door.

"Better get that Malfoy before they think we're trying to kill each other." Granger spoke up with lust still heavily coating her voice.

At least that's what it sounds like to me. Her hands slowly remove themselves from my hair. I clear my throat.

"Betcha ten sickles that it's your red headed friend pummeling that poor painting." Carefully I set her down back on the ground.

Though I didn't plan on giving her much space after I did. I didn't budge an inch from where I stood.

"No need to bet. I know it's her about to break through it. I'll answer the incessant nonsense at the door while you go take care of yourself."

"I thought you wanted me to grab the door?"

"You should go take care of yourself before you can receive any company." She looks up to my face then flicks her eyes downward.

"Fuck Granger." I say glancing down at my new situation.

"No we didn't." She replied as she went to go let the Weaslette in before she breaks something.

I head up the stairs to my room to get to the bathroom and just as I close my door I hear Granger open the door. It's not hard to over hear what she said next.

"Mione... Please don't tell me you killed him on the first day?"

"I promise I didn't kill him Ginny."

I start thinking to myself. What the hell did I just start? Why did I love every second of it? What I did was so wrong but it felt beyond bloody amazing. I know that it's going to be playing over and over again in my mind for a very long time. Splashing some water on my face I look in the mirror. Fuck me, I want to do it again and not be interrupted. But I'm not sure she'll let me. Just because she gave in once doesn't mean she will again. Running my own hands through my messy hair I sigh. I grab the two bottles of bottomless fire whiskey that I packed in my trunk and I prepare myself for whatever is awaiting me. Let the fun begin.