#1 - Envy
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Rating: PG
Word Count: 970
Notes/Warning: Prompt for Easter2008, May have some typos since I don't have a beta, but it isn't so bad you would want to scream in horror.
Disclaimer: I don't own the Harry Potter characters, they belong to J. K. Rowling. Please don't sue me.
His father terrified him, his mother filled him with candies for making him feel better and his friends didn’t even know. He had been raised thinking about prejudices as the natural order of nature. Mudbloods were inferior and Purebloods were superior. It was true that he won in wealth, power, blood status and society knowledge. But why is that, in school, she had to win in everything else?
Due to her existence he couldn’t get the best grades, approach Potter to insult him because she had always a comeback, mock Weasley because she would run in his defence. He couldn’t kill her without going to Azkaban so there was really nothing he could do to eliminate her being from the face of the Earth. Or at least from the same school. He didn’t dare to think about the word that meant everything he was feeling: envy. He would lie to himself and pretend he didn’t think of it.
He found her studying in an empty classroom. Draco had just left the library and he knew how noisy it was, Madam Pince being the one to make more noise trying to silence the others. He entered and closed the door behind him. She looked startled at him.
“What are you doing here?” she asked bitterly.
“Studying. Too noisy in the library.” He would find out how the hell she took such good grades. Couldn’t be only burying her nose in the books, could it?
“Go find some place else. I bet there’s plenty of empty classrooms for you entertain yourself.”
“Don’t you even entertain yourself in the empties’ classrooms, Granger?”
“Wha-what?” she stuttered.
He sat in the chair across from her. “Maybe you don’t do it for yourself. Maybe you bring Weasley.”
Somehow imagining her with Weasley didn’t please him. Why would the brick-head get such an intelligent witch?
“That’s none of your business.”
“Well, then that means your answer is a-”
“Sod off, Malfoy! I don’t bring anyone to shag in the empty classrooms! If I had, do you think I would be here studying.” She brought her hands to her mouth and he lifted an eyebrow.
“I was going to say ‘no’ before you interrupted me.” Her hands were still raised to her mouth and he took them down to admire her surprised face. “Guess the truth is that you don’t really have anyone to bring.” He smirked “Maybe you never kissed anyone in your life. You don’t know what you’re missing.”
“I did kiss!” She looked at his amused and…confused?...expression. “It’s none of your business whom I’ve kissed”
He was feeling something hard falling on his stomach. He felt a weird relief knowing she wasn’t shagging anyone secretly, which would ruin his image of her. But at the same time it fascinated him to know that a girl didn’t care about a little snog in an almost-private place. Probably no one had ever touched her body in seductive way, maybe she was still pure. He gazed at her; he envied the boy who had the chance to touch the untouchable bookworm. He licked his lips and pierced her eyes with his greys’. He knew how to seduce her and have the glory of achieving to touch her. Maybe then his mid would stop believing she was better than him.
He lifted himself up and turned around the table to sit by her side.
“What are you doing? I’m too tired to deal with you right now.” And she lifted herself up from the chair and started to gather her things.
She was tired. That was good, that way she wouldn’t have the strength to attack him in case his plan failed. He lifted himself up from the chair and pinned her against the table. He trapped her between the table and him, her back turned to him. He could smell the pure scent of her hair. And while one of his hands was above one of hers to grip her to the table, the other moved the hair from his face to reveal part of her neck.
“What are you doing?” she asked in a whisper, the fear sprayed in her every word.
“I don’t want to hurt you, I promise.”
He played a gentle kiss in her neck and felt her shiver. “I want you,” he whispered in her ear.
“What?” she cried.
He turned her around and continued to pin her again the table. He stared at her eyes and saw something he had never see in them before: lust. He was feeling her all body pressing against his and he caressed her cheek. She closed her eyes and moaned.
“I’m so tired to fight you right now,” she proffered calmly. He was tired of chasing her too, of wanting her and not knowing. He searched her lips and planted a simple kiss on her mouth. She groaned when he bit her lower lip and he felt her body shiver under him. It was enough to deepen the kiss and part her lips slightly. His tongue entered to taste her and she answered promptly. He explored the inside of her mouth and the sweetness of her tongue. If it wasn’t for her to end it, she would have lost it. His hands were already on her waist, feeling some of her silky skin. They were breathing hard.
“Please go,” she said in a low voice. He knew she couldn’t do this right now, tired as she was. He was just taking advantage of her.
“I’ll be back. Tomorrow at the same hour. Be here.” It wasn’t a command; it was a request.
Before he left her side, he saw sadness in her eyes. He wondered if it was from making him go away or the most obvious, letting herself sunk into the enemy’s wishes.
all_fics
Rating: PG
Word Count: 970
Notes/Warning: Prompt for Easter2008, May have some typos since I don't have a beta, but it isn't so bad you would want to scream in horror.
Disclaimer: I don't own the Harry Potter characters, they belong to J. K. Rowling. Please don't sue me.
His father terrified him, his mother filled him with candies for making him feel better and his friends didn’t even know. He had been raised thinking about prejudices as the natural order of nature. Mudbloods were inferior and Purebloods were superior. It was true that he won in wealth, power, blood status and society knowledge. But why is that, in school, she had to win in everything else?
Due to her existence he couldn’t get the best grades, approach Potter to insult him because she had always a comeback, mock Weasley because she would run in his defence. He couldn’t kill her without going to Azkaban so there was really nothing he could do to eliminate her being from the face of the Earth. Or at least from the same school. He didn’t dare to think about the word that meant everything he was feeling: envy. He would lie to himself and pretend he didn’t think of it.
He found her studying in an empty classroom. Draco had just left the library and he knew how noisy it was, Madam Pince being the one to make more noise trying to silence the others. He entered and closed the door behind him. She looked startled at him.
“What are you doing here?” she asked bitterly.
“Studying. Too noisy in the library.” He would find out how the hell she took such good grades. Couldn’t be only burying her nose in the books, could it?
“Go find some place else. I bet there’s plenty of empty classrooms for you entertain yourself.”
“Don’t you even entertain yourself in the empties’ classrooms, Granger?”
“Wha-what?” she stuttered.
He sat in the chair across from her. “Maybe you don’t do it for yourself. Maybe you bring Weasley.”
Somehow imagining her with Weasley didn’t please him. Why would the brick-head get such an intelligent witch?
“That’s none of your business.”
“Well, then that means your answer is a-”
“Sod off, Malfoy! I don’t bring anyone to shag in the empty classrooms! If I had, do you think I would be here studying.” She brought her hands to her mouth and he lifted an eyebrow.
“I was going to say ‘no’ before you interrupted me.” Her hands were still raised to her mouth and he took them down to admire her surprised face. “Guess the truth is that you don’t really have anyone to bring.” He smirked “Maybe you never kissed anyone in your life. You don’t know what you’re missing.”
“I did kiss!” She looked at his amused and…confused?...expression. “It’s none of your business whom I’ve kissed”
He was feeling something hard falling on his stomach. He felt a weird relief knowing she wasn’t shagging anyone secretly, which would ruin his image of her. But at the same time it fascinated him to know that a girl didn’t care about a little snog in an almost-private place. Probably no one had ever touched her body in seductive way, maybe she was still pure. He gazed at her; he envied the boy who had the chance to touch the untouchable bookworm. He licked his lips and pierced her eyes with his greys’. He knew how to seduce her and have the glory of achieving to touch her. Maybe then his mid would stop believing she was better than him.
He lifted himself up and turned around the table to sit by her side.
“What are you doing? I’m too tired to deal with you right now.” And she lifted herself up from the chair and started to gather her things.
She was tired. That was good, that way she wouldn’t have the strength to attack him in case his plan failed. He lifted himself up from the chair and pinned her against the table. He trapped her between the table and him, her back turned to him. He could smell the pure scent of her hair. And while one of his hands was above one of hers to grip her to the table, the other moved the hair from his face to reveal part of her neck.
“What are you doing?” she asked in a whisper, the fear sprayed in her every word.
“I don’t want to hurt you, I promise.”
He played a gentle kiss in her neck and felt her shiver. “I want you,” he whispered in her ear.
“What?” she cried.
He turned her around and continued to pin her again the table. He stared at her eyes and saw something he had never see in them before: lust. He was feeling her all body pressing against his and he caressed her cheek. She closed her eyes and moaned.
“I’m so tired to fight you right now,” she proffered calmly. He was tired of chasing her too, of wanting her and not knowing. He searched her lips and planted a simple kiss on her mouth. She groaned when he bit her lower lip and he felt her body shiver under him. It was enough to deepen the kiss and part her lips slightly. His tongue entered to taste her and she answered promptly. He explored the inside of her mouth and the sweetness of her tongue. If it wasn’t for her to end it, she would have lost it. His hands were already on her waist, feeling some of her silky skin. They were breathing hard.
“Please go,” she said in a low voice. He knew she couldn’t do this right now, tired as she was. He was just taking advantage of her.
“I’ll be back. Tomorrow at the same hour. Be here.” It wasn’t a command; it was a request.
Before he left her side, he saw sadness in her eyes. He wondered if it was from making him go away or the most obvious, letting herself sunk into the enemy’s wishes.