Obsession

Chap. 2 - CALL IT HATE

He kissed me! I couldn't believe it when I felt the soft touch of his lips on mine. I was terribly afraid that it had all been a dream. Harry Potter kissed me, even if the kiss lasted only for a few seconds. It didn't matter. He kissed me!

After the kiss, he stared at me with an odd expression, as if he was seeing me for the first time. And in a way, I think he was. I was born to kiss him and I wished - just for a moment - that he felt the same way as I did.

Before I could tear away his clothes and ravish him the way I've always wanted to, he ran away. I was left with confusion and despair and longing for his presence. Confusion was not enough to explain what I was feeling at that moment.

He had kissed me, not the other way around. What the hell was he doing? Why did he kiss me if he didn't want to?

There were so many questions flying though my mind. I got back to my room wanting to just take a shower to release all the tension, fall in my bed and sleep for days, maybe forever. In times like this, I thanked God for the fact that I had a room of my own. That way I wouldn't have to talk to anyone. I didn't feel like talking, unless it was with him.

I lay down on my bed, thinking that Harry Potter was the strangest person I've ever met. He had tempted me with forbidden fruit and now I wanted more. Hell, I wanted it all! I wanted him so much that my entire body ached.

As the night fell, I touched myself and moaned.

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I woke up with an empty stomach. I hadn't eaten the previous day because I hadn't been prepared to face Potter at dinner, so I hadn't gone to the Great Hall. Now I was hungry, and not only for food. I was hungry for him, too. Unfortunately, I couldn't do anything about it. Yet.

I spotted him at the Gryffindor table with his head down. He didn't look at me and I didn't expect him to. I was expecting him to be the same cowardly Gryffindor as ever. No, how could I think that? Harry Potter was anything but a coward. But still... He wasn't looking at me. I wonder what kind of game he was playing. I hated him for it. I hated him more than ever because of that stolen kiss.

I decided that I would behave as nastily as I could throughout the day. In Potions class I picked a fight with the Weasel and I teased Granger as best as I could. Some of the Slytherin girls were very jealous about this but I didn't care. It was obvious to everyone in the room that I was coming on to Hermione Granger and that was most unusual since everybody thought I hated her kind. I didn't, but they didn't have to know about it. My father was the one obsessed with the idea of expelling and killing every Muggle born from our people, but I couldn't care less. I just stuck to the game because I was used to it.

Anyway, I wasn't interested in Granger. I just wanted to teach Potter a lesson. If he wanted to play with fire, then who was I to deny his wishes? I saw the way Harry kept staring at me with confusion and curiosity. Good. But that wasn't enough. I wanted him to suffer in the same way I suffered for not having him. He was probably wondering how far I would go in the game. HA! He didn't know me, the bastard! I could go very deep.

Then I did the most unthinkable thing. I asked Granger out.

I heard the gasping filling the room and I saw Potter's eyes flickering. He wasn't immune to me and that was a good sign. The game had started and I was winning. To my surprise, Granger accepted my invitation. I wasn't expecting that, even though I didn't let this show. I smiled and told her to meet me at the front door of the castle later on.

Harry gasped and dropped one of his Potions books on the floor. I - being the gentleman I was - was willing to help and reached down for the book. Our hands brushed for a second and I felt the energy running through our bodies. He stared at me with confusion; probably asking himself if this was actually happening. Yes, Harry dear, it was. I knew Harry wanted me, but he was in denial, I could see that now.

"Watch it, Potter," I drawled.

"You watch it, Malfoy."

He got closer to me and I gulped.

"Don't go out with her," he muttered between his teeth.

Simple as that. Harry Potter was such a drag. How was I interested in him? As I stared deep into his beautiful eyes, I remembered my reasons for falling in love with him. Shit! Not love, never love! It was just lust.

"Why not?" I asked.

"Because Ron likes her and he'll break your face."

"It's not enough, Potter. Give me a better reason and then I'll leave her alone."

"I don't want to play this game, Malfoy," he muttered in a threatening way.

"Too late, Potter. You started this game the moment you kissed me."

And I walked away.

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The date with Granger was a surprise to me. I never thought I would actually like her and yet, I did. I invited her to have a stroll through the Hogwarts' grounds and we talked for hours. We had a lot in common. The most important thing of all was that she told me she had accepted to go out with me because she wanted to make Weasley jealous. I laughed as I heard that and I explained that I had the same intention when I asked her out.

"You like Ron?" she asked, confused.

I laughed harder. Honestly, could anyone imagine me drooling over Weasley? I think not.

"No, but I want Harry."

She smiled at me in sympathy.

I didn't know why I trusted her. Maybe it was because she was a Gryffindor and Gryffindors were supposed to be reliable. She wouldn't tell him my secret, or anyone else for that matter. She assured me she wouldn't and I believed her. Didn't sound like me, huh? Well... You obviously never talked to Granger before.

We noted two people following us. It was Ron and Harry. God, they were so... obvious! I bet Harry said to Ron that he was there just to defend Hermione in case I got out of line with her. That thought made me very angry and I hated him even more.

"You have a tough case in your hands, Malfoy. Even tougher than I have," she said.

"Why is that?"

That was a dumb question. I knew why. But still...

"Ron is just being the obvious teenager. He's torn between growing up or staying forever in the world of irresponsibility. But Harry... Harry is darker. He doesn't want to talk about his feelings; he spends his days so quiet and isolated that it scares me. I have the feeling that you'll have a hard time finding your way through that wall he's built around his heart."

I knew that but I hoped... A guy could hope, right?

Let me explain why Granger was being so nice to me. Back in our sixth year, when Voldemort had been acting with full force, she had been kept as his prisoner for a month. The poor girl suffered a lot and in the end I was the one who saved her. Not Harry, not Ron, but me, Draco Malfoy. After that, while we didn't become friends she was grateful to me. A wizard's debt is a very powerful bond.

In the war, I didn't take a side right away. In fact, my father had been so furious with me because I just wouldn't choose a side. But then I decided to be on Harry's side. I didn't like Voldemort or his stupid ideals. I didn't like my father either. But I liked Harry, even though I hated him. I've never really understood my feelings for him and I don't think I ever will.

"I wish you good luck," Granger said, taking my hands in hers.

"Thanks."

The two idiots were still after us. I knew they were spying, hiding somewhere close by in the bushes, so I decided to provoke Harry. First, I asked Granger if I could kiss her. I am a gentleman in spite of what everyone else thinks of me. I had to ask her before I made my move. She smiled at me in understanding and appreciation. She was clearly enjoying the whole thing, and she understood right away what my intentions were. Granger was a clever girl.

Our lips touched quite shyly at first, and judging by the growls I was hearing coming from the bushes, Granger and I were doing it right. I liked kissing her. She had soft lips and a soft body. She was also short and delicate, which pleased me a lot. If only my heart hadn't been taken already, she and I could be great together.

I ended our kiss before Weasley would acquire the bravery he needed and jump out of the bushes to punch or hex me. I guessed that the goody-goody Harry Potter must have held him down because he never showed up.

Hermione excused herself by saying that she had to go back to the castle and we settled on having another date. She went back and I stayed. I didn't want to go back, not just yet. I wanted to think of what would be my next move.

Potter surprised me by walking towards me. Weasley was nowhere to be found. He stopped by my side and I could smell his wonderful and magical scent. I loved that scent.

"What are you doing, Malfoy?" he asked, sounding hurt.

Or maybe I was only imagining things.

"Nothing," I answered.

"You kissed her."

He looked adorably confused. I just shrugged. I didn't want to talk, really. I just wanted to pull him against my body and satisfy my needs. And believe me, they were pleading to be satisfied. I could feel my hardness twitching inside my trousers. I hated that. I hated that feeling of impotence that I had when Potter was around. I hated that shameful lust that took over my body and my will, leaving me with nothing more than a bloody hard on and frustration.

God, I wanted him so much.

"Why did you kiss me, Potter?"

He bit his lower lip, trying to think of something. Maybe a good excuse. I wished he didn't crush my heart when he found the perfect lie.

"I don't know," he said.

He didn't know. I didn't know. We were so screwed.

"Did you enjoy it?"

"I've never..."

He didn't finish his sentence again.

"What?" I insisted.

"I just don't know, all right?" he exploded. "I don't know! I hate you! That's the only thing I know and it's driving me nuts because I don't know why I kissed you! I didn't want to kiss you and I don't want to kiss you ever again!"

He was enraged and as he yelled at me, he kept getting closer and closer until our lips were only a few inches apart. I hated him in that moment because I knew he was lying. He wanted to kiss me again, the bloody liar!

And so he did. He pushed me against a tree and he ravished me with a kiss full of hate. I wanted to pull back but I didn't have the strength. Even if it was a punishing kiss, I wanted it. Like I said before, I wanted it all. Bring me the enraged Harry Potter and I shall receive him with open arms. Bring me Harry Potter in any way and I shall let him do to me whatever he feels like.

Our first kiss had been soft and tender. This one was violent. This was a warning for me to keep out. He was so naïve. I never respected warning signs. And that aggressive side of his made me want him even more.

But he wasn't using his tongue and that was bothering me. Harry Potter kissed with his mouth shut like he was a fucking beginner. I wasn't though. And if he wanted me to fear him, he would have to try harder.

"Open your mouth, Potter," I muttered against his lips.

"What?" he muttered back.

"Open you mouth."

I didn't think he would obey me, and he didn't. But his mouth was slightly open and I made good use of that. I touched his lips with my tongue and then shoved it into his mouth. His eyes opened up widely and as my tongue got in touch with his, he closed them with a sigh.

I was in charge now and I loved every minute of it. I started to caress his tongue with mine slowly so he could get used to it. I didn't know why I was being so gentle. I guess he felt outraged by my tenderness because he returned to the violent kiss and he certainly knew how to make good use of his tongue.

We were back to the forceful kissing and I couldn't care less. I felt myself losing control. I felt my body shortening the space between us. I felt my tongue looking for his as insatiably and violently as his tongue was searching for mine.

My head was spinning and my hand slipped down his body to feel him. It was like a shock and he pulled away from me.

"What are you doing?" he asked me, scared.

"I was touching you," I explained.

I didn't have to explain. I didn't have to say anything to him. I should send him to hell for teasing me like that and then stopping everything to ask such a dumb question.

"Don't you ever do that again!" he shouted.

God, Harry was in such a denial... And I was stupid for wanting him.

"Go to hell, Potter," I said calmly.

How I managed to stay calm in a situation like that I have no idea.

"Get a clue, Potter."

"Shut up."

"You want me."

"Don't say that!"

"Then fuck you!"

"You know, I talked to Dumbledore."

I froze. Then he knew it was all a lie and that was what the kiss was all about. He wanted to punish me. My hands started sweating and my lips ran dry. I was panicking. I looked down, too ashamed of myself to look him in the eyes.

"I still can believe he sent you to help me."

I raised my head and stared at him in disbelief.

"What did he say?" I asked.

"He said you were the only one for the job."

WHAT? Dumbledore had covered my ass? What world was I living in? Maybe I was hallucinating.

"Why are you acting so surprised?" he asked waking me from my catatonic state.

"I'm not!" I protested.

We were silent for a long time. It was getting annoying.

"I don't want you, Malfoy," he whispered all of a sudden

"You don't," I replied, irritated.

"No, I don't."

"Liar!"

I locked my lips on his and he had to swallow his hate for me. He could call it hate. He could call it whatever he fucking wanted and we both would always know the truth. The truth was in his kiss and in his eyes every time he looked at me.

"I hate you!" he yelled with tears in his eyes.

My heart constricted and I wished I could hold him.

"What are you doing to me?" he asked me as if I had the answer.

Before I could say anything, he left.