Love Unwanted

How could she do this to me? How? After everything I did for her, all I risked, this is how she repays me? By telling me she loves me? That bitch.

There wasn't supposed to be anything between us, not emotionally. Sexual gratification was what it was all about. And now this? She loves me? She's in love me? Doesn't she understand what it was all about?

***

It started in the beginning of seventh year. I was in the sixth year ancient runes class because I dropped divination third year. We got partnered up for a project, and the first thing she said to me was, "Look, I'm just as unhappy about this as you are, but if you can keep it civil so can I."

I was surprise, to say the least, she'd always seemed so timid, so quiet and reserved. I know now she isn't half of what she appears to be. I was almost speechless when she came off so direct. Almost.

"I think unhappy is a bit of an understatement, Weasley. Appalled might better describe what I'm feeling."

Much to my dismay all she did was laugh. I should have known then she wasn't what I thought.

***

Three weeks into our project she had gotten to me. The way she moved so gracefully across the floor, the way her red hair shined. The way she didn't want me.

It may be hard for you to understand, but I've spent my entire life with people sucking up to me, wanting to my best friend, my girlfriend. She didn't want that. As far as she was concerned I was the scum of the earth. At least I thought so at the time, but I'm getting ahead of myself.

Where was I? Oh yes, she didn't want me. The more apparent it became she had no interest, the more interest I developed. Then one day in the library I couldn't take it anymore. She had been going off about Pansy, how could I stand her following me around all the time, blah blah blah.

"You know Weasley, some people might say you seemed...jealous."

She threw her head back and laughed. "Oh yeah, that's me. Because you know Malfoy, I want you in the worst way."

"Really?" I asked; a trademark smirk placed on my lips. Without thinking I crossed the library to the shelf she was at, came up behind her. Slowly I traced my finger down her spine. "Really?" I whispered in her.

She turned around, probably to ask me what the hell I thought I was doing, and before I could stop myself my lips were pressed firmly against her own soft ones, parted with

Surprise? Anticipation?

And my tongue was tasting her, absorbing her flavor. I pulled away, breathing deeply, and then-

Whack! Her fist connected with my nose. I stumbled back a few paces before coming to rest on one of the tables. For a moment I was aware only of the sharp watery pain. Then, slowly, I pulled my hand away from my nose. It was covered in blood.

"Shit," she muttered, before coming over to me, "Eat this." She handed me a small purple chew.

"What in the bloody hell was that for?" I asked once the bleeding had subsided.

"You kissed me!"

"Brilliant observation. I was worried for a minute you couldn't tell. That how you treat any guy who kisses you?"

"No." She looked confused.

"So..."

"Well, you're not any guy. You're Malfoy."

"Congratulations, you're know a proud graduate from the school of the blatantly obvious."

She sighed.

"What on earth would make you think I was interested in you that way?"

I thought for a minute. "Isn't everyone?" I asked, settling back onto my elbows.

She stared at me for a moment, and then said, very quietly, "Ron would kill me."

"The Weasel doesn't need to know. Besides, it won't be anything...serious. You want me, and I want you. Not exactly rocket science here."

She bit her lip, and then gave an answer by leaning over and kissing me, a fiery kiss. The kiss that ruined my life.