Crush

She sighed as Harry yet again caught the golden snitch and Draco was once again put to shame. The snitch. That little golden mass that seemed to bring Draco so much grief yet at the same time give Potter so much joy. It just wasn't fair.

As the mass of scarlet and gold surrounded The-Boy-who-Lived yet again, Madison rolled her eyes. She felt sorry for Draco. All he ever wanted to do was to please his father and every time he tried that damn Harry Potter shut him down. She decided to go and console him...she had been watching from the sidelines for too long now. With a wave to her friends and a "be back later", Madison made her way down the quidditch stands.

She waited patiently outside of the Slytherin locker room, hidden in the shadows. As the last of the team trudged out, shoulders slumped in defeat but noses held proudly in the air, Madison was delighted to see that Draco was not among them. That meant that he was still in the locker room. That meant that she was finally going to be able to put her plan into action. She slipped silently into the locker room, unnoticed by all...just the way she planned it.

Madison honestly didn't know what it was about Draco she was attracted to. Initially it had been the good looks, the same reason all the girls at Hogwarts were swooning over him. But after some careful observation Madison knew that looks weren't the only thing that drew her to the Slytherin Prince. There was something there...and she would find out...no matter what.

It went from a lingering look in the hallway to a small schoolgirl crush. A crush turned to infatuation. Infatuation turned to need. How one could need someone whom they had never even talked to was beyond her but Madison knew that she needed Draco. Draco needed her too...he just didn't know it yet.

"Damn Potter," she heard Draco curse as she hid around the corner. His voice had grown considerably deeper over the years. Going from high-pitched and sometimes squirrelly to a deep, throaty growl--a combination between a chain smoker and the devil himself. That voice sent Madison's heart into a nervous fervor. She inhaled deeply. This was her chance...she dare not let it slip. She slowly edged around the corner and there he was.

His back was to her as he was bending down trying to make sense of the jumbled mess that was his quidditch robes. He was clad only in a pair of black trousers and Madison could see the sweat glistening on his back and upper arms. Those arms...so sleek and muscular. Madison closed her eyes as she tried to envision herself wrapped in those arms.

"What the bloody hell are you doing in here?"

Madison gasped and opened her eyes upon realizing that she had been discovered. 'Pull yourself together girlie,' she told herself, 'remember what you came here for.' She came fully around the corner and placed her hands on her hips. Saying nothing, she began to dance to the sultry music inside her head. Her movement brought her closer and closer to Draco, who was watching with a bewildered type of interest. Another switch of the hips and Madison was mere inches away from her goal.

She looked up into his eyes and smiled seductively as she pulled her hair out of its messy bun. She was nervous and excited all at the same time and being so close to Draco made her want to cry out.

"Who the blazes are you?" he asked as she placed his hands on her hips and continued to sway to the time of the music. A light smirked played across his face, causing her to wink at him, her eyes full of playfulness and mirth.

"Nobody," she replied before bringing a petite hand to his face and caressing his check sensuously. It was like nothing he'd ever felt and his closed his eyes as if to commit her touch to memory. Her hand felt so cool against his hot skin, sending shivers down his spine and an uncomfortable yet pleasant tightening in his groin.

All at once it was over and she was gone...just a mere memory. Draco Malfoy begrudgingly forced himself back to reality and gathered his clothes, determined to find out just who his mystery girl was.