Crush

"Describe her one more time for me," the fiery-eyed boy asked, "if she's in our year I've met her. Hell, I've already bedded half our year and it's only November."

"Thanks for that lovely statistic Blaise but I really need your help," Draco sighed into his soup.

"Why are you so bent on finding a specific girl?" Blaise asked as he chopped his steak into neat pieces. "Where'd you see her at?"

"Around." Draco answered non-chalantly.

Never in a million years would Draco tell Blaise what happened to him that day in the lockeroom. Blaise would tease him mercilessly for not having slept with any girl that came to him as seductively as she did. She. Who was she? After he'd taken a very cold shower Draco had been all through Hogwarts searching for her but he did not seen her at all.

"So, you plan on bedding her mate?" Blaise asked as he stuffed a large portion of green beans into his mouth.

"Why else would I be looking for her?" Draco smirked and the guys surrounding the two laughed at his reply. He nodded his head in laughter and saw her.

She was looking straight at him. Piercing him with her round almond eyes. There she was. Sitting at the Hupplepuff table. Hupplepuff? What in the hell was that all about?

"You see her?" asked Blaise, his eyes searching the Great Hall.

At Blaise's question Draco involuntarily tensed up...she was his. His alone.

"Yeah," Draco replied, "right there."

Instead of pointing to his mystery girl, Draco pointed to an attractive blonde sitting at the Ravenclaw table. Upon seeing Blaise and Draco looking at her, she flipped her hair and whispered excitedly to her friends, who immediately sent flirtatious looks their way.

"Oh her," Blaise said, "that's Heidi Masters she's a bit stuffy at first but there's nothing a little fire whiskey won't do. You know what I mean?"

Draco forced a laugh, "Yeah."

The rest of dinner was relatively uneventful unless you counted Neville Longbottom receiving a howler from his grandmother for blowing up his third cauldron that year. It was funny to watch Neville squirm for a bit but after a while it got dull. Draco glanced over at the Hupplepuff table just in time to see her get up and walk out of the great hall.

"I'm leaving," Draco muttered to no one in particular. Blaise was flirting with some fifth year and the other guys were watching the master to "see how it's done". There was a twelve galleon bet going that he could have her in bed by the weeks end.

Draco slipped out of the great hall unnoticed by anyone. Anyone except...

"So you like to follow people?"

Draco turned to see her staring at him. She had a small smile plastered on her face and her hands on her hips. Half hidden in the shadows she looked like a wood nymph...a very sexy wood nymph. Draco stepped closer to her and was surprised when she didn't back up but also took a step forward.

"Who are you?" he asked, eyebrow raised.

"Does it matter?" she replied, biting her lip innocently.

'God this girl is good!' thought Draco. He could feel the familiar rumbling in his loins. He heard the doors to the great hall open students began to pour out. He sighed...he'd gotten nowhere.

Unexpectedly she pulled him into a corner hidden by the shadows planted her lips firmly on his. Her kiss was full of a passion and intensity Draco had never experienced with anyone else. She ran her hand through his hair and cupped the back of his neck, all the while balancing on her toes so their lips were in constant contact.

Draco head was spinning with so many thoughts and emotions that he felt like he would burst open. Who was she? How could he let a girl affect him the way she did? What's she like in bed?

Those thoughts came to an abrupt halt when she quickly pulled away. She laughed. A rich, hearty laugh filled with mirth and mischievousness. She smoothed his hair back with a soft hand before turning to walk away.

"Madison," he heard her say before she sauntered down the hallway, getting lost in the crowd.

Madison. Her name was Madison.