She Came From India

Ruana sat in her chair, twirling her pen effortlessly. Her eyes were fixed directly on Professor Snape, striding back and forth at the head of the class. Double Potions with the Slytherins. She slid her eyes to the side and saw Ron slumped over listlessly beside her. On her other hand, Harry was doodling languidly on his potions notes. None of her Gryffindor classmates seemed at all interested in the lesson, yet Ruana couldn't tear her gaze away from the teacher. Her notes, messily scrawled and ample, mirrored her interest.

Across the room, Draco Malfoy sat, upright, listening to Snape talk about the properties of various plants and weeds. If there was one class that he actually liked, it was Potions... that, and Defense against the Dark Arts. His silver blue eyes sidled over to the new girl, the ferocious little kitten that he had run into in the hall a few nights ago. Her enigmatic eyes were fixed on the front of the room, and every so often, her pale hand, gripping her quill, dipped down and hastily scratched notes onto a piece of parchment.

Ruana slowly became aware that a pair of eyes was on her. Moving her head as slowly as she could, she lethargically turned and gazed carefully across the room. A pair of stormy eyes gazed nonchalantly back at her, as if daring her to question him. Draco Malfoy. She felt uncomfortable, trying not to show it, but she was sure that in his mind, she was not clothed.

Draco, in fact, was fucking her in his head.

He was imagining her in his bed in his common room, imagining her under his covers and imagining her pale hair spread out over his pillow. He could see it as if it was real - her lips slightly opened, the indulgent, animalistic moan escaping from her throat, like a growl. Like a cat, a kitten. He was fucking her, fucking her so well that even he was surprised. He could see her moving with his each thrust, with each push, their bodies moving together, sweat-entwined, tangled. His mental picture was so vivid that his arousal became real, and he had to sit still and slouch for a good fifteen minutes before he could resume his upright position.

Ruana noticed Draco sweating slightly. She noticed his sharp intake of breath, and his slouch, and she was worried. He made her feel so restless, so uneasy and quivering.

No, she thought. Don't think about him. And with that, she turned her attention back to Snape and his lesson.

After class, Ruana was the last one out. She had been talking to Snape about her upcoming project on killing potions, and had therefore been late out. Since Potions was the last class of the day, it didn't matter how late Ruana was. As she walked out of the classroom, she noticed the deserted halls. How quickly everyone moved to their common rooms after the lessons were over. How eager they were to be rid of learning. She sighed, and shifted her books on her arms. Suddenly, one of her notebooks fell.

"Fuck," she swore, and bent over to pick it up. As she straightened, she felt a presence. Oh shit, she said to herself. She already knew who it was. From the shadowy light behind her, Draco stepped out into the dimly lit hallway.

"Are you following me, Malfoy?" She spit out the words like bullets.

"Why would you want to know, McNally?" His lips were curled into an alarming smirk as he slowly moved towards her. Subconsciously, Ruana began backing up, as his body heat became more and more evident.

"What the hell do you want?" Ruana glared as best as she could into his chilly eyes. Her acting was well played; she came across as angry and upset. Draco raised one well-shaped eyebrow as a smile played across his sculpted mouth. Ruana found herself wondering what it would feel like to kiss that mouth.

Suddenly, the wall was behind her.

"You shouldn't be walking in a deserted hallway by yourself, kitten, you know that." Malfoy was just a foot away from her. Ruana straightened her back.

"Yes, Malfoy, I planned this just so I could be walking alone." Her sarcasm was undeniable. Draco moved closer.

"People could do things to you." By this time, Malfoy was but inches away from her. She could feel his lust, his torridity blazing through his robes. She was frightened, by him, yes, but more so by the fact that she wanted him the same way.

She felt cornered as her books dropped heavily to the ground. Her arms had become too weak to hold them. Draco's legs were now against hers, his chest an inch away, brushing against hers. A sudden rage overtook her as she lifted her own arms to push him away.

"Get away from me," she said through clenched teeth. He grabbed her arms and lifted them above her head as his chest pressed against hers.

"Who's going to make me?" His voice was low and demanding, and as her eyes widened fearfully, his lips came into contact with hers.

His mouth was firm and animated, pressing against her own lips with lust. His warm tongue moved into the hollows of her mouth, exploring with a craving she had never felt before. She couldn't move, her arms were clasped above her head, and his body was pinning her to the wall.

His mouth released hers as he came up for breath. Slowly, he let her arms fall down to her sides. She was breathless.

"I tend to have that effect on people," he said, but made no effort to move his body away from hers. She could feel his broad chest against hers, his hips up against her waist. His hands travelled down to her hips, where they stayed as his eyes met hers evenly.

"Why are you doing this?" Her question was breathy and soft.

"I've taken a liking to you," he said, smirking.

"No you haven't. You just want a good fucking. You just want to get me in your sleazy Slytherin dormitory bed."

"Not necessarily."

"What?"

"Most girls I know would do anything to get into bed with me. You, however, have not. Resistance is appealing."

"But all you're holding out for is a nice ride in the end." Ruana looked at Draco for a minute, and lunged forward, running her tongue over his lips and into his mouth. Just as his hands ran up her sides to her face, she pulled away, quickly retrieved her books, and stalked away.

"Stay away from me, Malfoy," she called out as her voice faded down the hallway.

Draco collapsed breathlessly against the wall.