An Addictive Solution

Chapter One

Draco looked her up and down, trying to understand what that little girl was trying to do.

"But what the hell..." he said, watching her grab his robes with more strength than necessary to make him look, making him almost fall over her.

"I need to talk to you!" she almost screamed, looking very lost and afraid. "Please, I need to talk to you!"

"Alright, alright, I got it, now let go of my robes and we can talk," he said, feeling exasperated, although a little curious, too.

He knew she was the youngest Weasley because of the flaming red hair. And also because he had mocked her several times before because of her crush on Potter.

But what he failed to understand was the reason she was trying so desperately to talk to him.

She had been around him for days now, as far as he had noticed. But many girls were around him every day, so he just pretended that he didn't notice and wondered if Potter had lost a fan. But lately she had been trying to get closer, especially when Crabbe and Goyle were not around. So far, she hadn't been able to talk to him, well, until now.

He led her to an empty classroom he recognized as the old Muggle Studies room and watched her close the door behind her as soon as she had entered.

"So, Weasel, what do you want?"

"I need your help," she said, clearly not very confident of herself, as her voice was failing.

He laughed coldly. "My help? And why exactly would I help you?" He faced her until she turned her eyes away from him. "I hope you know that the only reason I'm talking to you is because I'm in a very good mood..."

"And because you're curious about what I want with you," she said, now with more confidence. "After all, what would a Weasley want with you?"

"That's a good question. Yes, Weasel, I am very curious. I've been wondering if maybe your crush on Harry had disappeared and now you decided to try the bad guys..." He saw her disgusted look and smiled wickedly. "Don't make that face. I've seen how you look at me, and I know you wouldn't be so disgusted..."

"You have no clue, have you?" she said, interrupting his rambling, which she knew had been intended to make her angry. "You hold yourself in such high regard that you can't even consider the idea that maybe, just maybe, a girl is not interested in you..."

"Of course I consider the idea of girls not falling for me... That's why the first thing I thought when I saw you looking at me so interestedly was that you were thinking about asking me for money..."

He felt the pain on his left cheek before he even realised what had happened. She had slapped him so strongly that he was sure his face was red now. He could feel it burning.

"That's enough, Weasel," he said between his teeth. "I've wasted too much of my time with you. Say what you want and go."

"I won't be able to go if my suspicions are true, Malfoy," she sighed, holding back her tears. "I need you, and if I ever leave you, I will die."