Unwanted Attraction

He didn't know when or how it had started. He only knew that he wanted to possess her.

He saw her everywhere and it only intensified his desire. He'd never entertained the thought of having her, yet the more he saw, the more he wanted her.

She invaded his thoughts more and more. Hours usually spent studying Potions were now devoted to imagining what he would do to her. He wanted to trail his fingertips down the graceful curve of her neck and watch her shiver as he blew away stray tendrils of red-gold hair. He wanted to entwine his long, slender fingers into her silky mane, while tasting her lovely red lips. He wanted to run his hands across the smooth planes of her body, and see her writhe beneath him in ecstasy. He wanted to take her and make her his so that she would never look at anyone else ever again. Most of all, he wanted to rouse in her the same feelings she stirred in him.

He started purposely seeking her out and antagonizing her, just to see her react to him. His every spare moment was used to devise ways to provoke her. She had a fiery personality that complemented his own, seemingly cool and collected demeanor. The mere sight of her flushing in anger would arouse him beyond belief. He would watch the blush creep down towards her breasts and imagine pushing her up against the wall to take her in front of everyone. He would listen to the string of obscenities fly out of her mouth and feel the urge to silence her with his own mouth.

He told himself he wouldn't watch her anymore. She would never desire him in the same way that he desired her. She wanted that idiotic, noble, Gyffindor git instead. He didn't understand why he found her so immensely fascinating while hating her at the same time.

He couldn't explain what drew him to her and why he felt the way he did when he laid eyes on her. He was a Slytherin and she was a Gryffindor for fuck's sake! What the hell was he thinking? He told himself that she wasn't worthy of his attention, yet he would always find himself running into her.

His breath quickened. There she was, head tossed back, her vivacious laughter floating to his ears, simultaneously angering and arousing him.

She lay sprawled on the grass beneath the tree next to the lake, the afternoon sunlight filtering through the branches, leaving dappled shadows on her smooth, freckled skin.

He gazed at her from afar, his stomach twisting as he watched her sit up and place her hand on the dark haired boy's thigh.

The light glinted off of her long locks, illuminating its fiery redness as she tucked it behind her ear and leaned in to whisper something to him.

The dark haired boy's mouth twitched in a suppressed grin as he listened, when suddenly he grabbed her by the shoulders and pressed his mouth to hers.

At this, he couldn't watch anymore. He turned his back on the scene, anger clouding his normally controlled expression. He caught himself scowling and immediately chastised himself. That stupid bitch! How could she have such an effect on him? How could he allow her to make him lose his carefully crafted self-control? He prided himself on his subtle nature and Slytherin cunning, yet this girl whom he'd never even considered before was now threatening his mental well-being. He was obsessed.