I was perched on my seat, sunk into a book as the professor gave his whole life story. I wasn't very interested, so I continued to read into another world.
I felt slightly uncomfortable, with the familiar feeling of being oddly watched. I turned my face slightly, to meet with the eyes. Harry.
He sat in his regular seat, with his usual smirk plastered on his rose lips. I scrunched my eyebrows together, and awaited for some sort of reason as to why he was staring.
He licked his lips, and searched around the room before aligning our gaze once again. His features hardened, and he looked almost frightening with darkened eyes. His statement afterwards, nearly made my hear stop.
"You're going to regret the second you crossed paths with me, but I know I won't."
I stared back down, with my heart in my hand. Blankly, reading through the pages; to distract my dark thoughts about the boy sitting a few seats behind me.
I felt purely fooled and taunted at, when I scan through a sentence, "don't regret something that once made you smile".
I bore down at it, and turned back to Harry who was unsurprisingly still glancing at me.
And I smiled
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“I can tell you’re going to be a challenge.†He almost growled. “I like that.†Harry smirked. He dipped his head, nudging mine to the side before I felt his lips press to the skin of my neck. The ends of his curly hair tickled at my cheek. Harry reluctantly released one of my arms so he could hold the back of my head, preventing me from escaping. I instantly placed my free hand on his chest in protest, attempting to push him away as I felt him harshly suck. “Harry.†I begged. I fisted the front of his t shirt between my fingers; the sharp pain intensified as his teeth grazed the skin. His breathy laugh fanned over the area as I desperately struggled against the male’s hold before he continued to draw blood to the surface. The sensation was somewhat eased with the attention of his soft lips. But Harry wouldn’t allow me that comfort for long, nipping hungrily at my neck with his teeth. I gasped when his tongue licked over the newly sensitive skin, planting a few kisses. He blew over the sloppy wet spot, igniting a chill through my entirety. Harry stepped back smirking as I yanked my arm from his large hand. My fingers drifted up to my neck, sucking in a sharp breath when I dabbed over the sore spot. I whimpered in fright as he drew closer. “You’re mine now.†He spoke in a hushed tone.