"You drive me mad in the most devastating and confusing way possible." He said through gritted teeth, eyes watching me like he wanted to do the most ungodly things possible to me.

"Good." I spat. I brought my hands up to his freezing hands that clenched my jaw, bearing the fact that his rings inched into my skin. I tried to pull off his hands, but his strength and determination was no match for me.

"You think you're so amazing, don't you? It's sickening, really. You're nothing. You're not anything out of the plain ordinary." He said with a grin of satisfaction- as if his words would hurt me- but they didn't. Not one bit.

"Get your hands off me before I scream, and my god I'll scream so loud your ears will bleed." I spoke with a clenched jaw, trying to make my voice sound fierce so his hands would pull away from me.

After a few seconds of staring deep into my soul, he let go, dropping his hands quickly. He was looking over my face, for something, some emotion, but all I showed was dignity.

"I can't believe you're speaking to me in such a way when your father doesn't even love you. Worry about yourself, Malfoy." My tone was even, unreadable, my words and tone seemed to only make him more angry. I could tell it was taking every bone in his body not to end me right now.

"Watch it, Y/l/n." He said with edge, like he was about to scream at me- or maybe behead me- I wasn't too sure which one. But I wasn't done yet.

I moved closer to him, our noses were barely centimeters apart. "You're just a boy living in the shadow of his father. Don't tell me to watch it when you can't even live your own life." I said with a daring glare.

I could see rage spill from his gaze. His eyes had gone cold, hard, so much so I could barely recognize the same beautiful sky blue eyes that had tended to me the day before. He had transformed into a beast in his own flesh.

"I hate you so bloody much." He said, stepping away. I had the satisfaction of that for a few moments, that he had been the one to step away from things. And it felt good... Whilst it lasted.

He turned away and brought a hand to his nose, pinching the bridge to try and get rid of- what I assumed- was a headache. It pained me to see him this way, hurt, and the fact that he turned away from the argument made it even more painful.

"Sorry. That was harsh." I said plainly, offering an apology. It wasn't much, not to Draco, not to me, but the words he spoke next to me were much more meaningful.

"Show me you're sorry." His voice was full of lust as he turned around to face me. His expression was unreadable, but his eyes burned with the upmost desire; desire I had never seen before. His eyes twinkled, sparkled even.

"How am I supposed t-" Just as I was about to ask how on earth I'm supposed to show my apology, he was in front of me, and his lips slammed into mine like a train wreck.

I was taken aback, at first, but soon enough his lips flooded over mine with such passion and fierceness I completely forgot how outraged I was at him. All my emotions poured into this kiss. Anger, sadness, desire. Everything into one motion.

His cold hand clenched onto my jaw, causing my kissing to grow even more passionate. My heart was racing and goosebumps lined my arms, but I didn't care. I didn't even pull away.

His breathing became ragged as he kissed me with rage and anger. He was forceful, for sure, but I felt content. I didn't want to leave that moment. I wanted to see this side of Draco forever. The side that actually decently likes me.

"I hate you so bloody much." He said with a deep breath, before pursuing his lips into mine once more. His fierceness was so desirable.

"I hate you even more." I said, taking my own gasp of air. As I was still trying to catch my breath, his lips slid into mine once again, and they pushed on one another like nothing else in the world mattered.

But just as things were beginning to get... Intense, I pulled away. He stopped instantly, looking at me with cold eyes. "This is so wrong, Draco." I said quietly, trying to find the right words that wouldn't make him outraged again.

"That's why I like it so much." He answered plainly. "I like what I can't have." He spoke again, but this time his voice was lustful and hearty, like he was using every ounce of strength not to grapple me into a kiss once again.

"You're right, you can't have me. Because you're a filthy, menacing boy." I spoke in a whisper, clenching my jaw. I didn't have any idea why he kissed me- why only sometimes he put up with me, but I didn't like it.

It's like he only wants to put up with me when he wants to, not when he should. "I don't know what makes you so desirable, but I hate it, I hate you." He shouted in a whisper, eyes looking to my face left and right; as if trying to figure me out.

I had peeked over to the door, where orange sunlight was flooding underneath the crack. Finally, my escape. Lucius and his group would be gone- allowing me to make my escape. "I hate you even more. Trust me." I said evenly, pushing past him.

I swung the door open and slammed it on my way out, standing just outside of it. I tried to gather my thoughts, me emotions, but the only thing I could think about was Draco Malfoy, and unfortunately, he's what I wanted to think about.

Though he's evil, cunning, and even hurts me, I don't hate him, and I don't know why. I should. I should hate his guts. But I don't.

***

I spent the next few weeks avoiding everyone and everything. I went to classes, of course, but I didn't even mark the existence of Esme or Draco— I guess you could say I was keeping a low profile.

After what had happened between Draco and I, I wasn't truly sure if I could ever face him again. His need for lust was so controlling I didn't really know what to say.

I had also apologized to Bella- but she didn't really seem to care that much. She was more focused on avoiding me at all costs then even noting my apology, so basically I had apologized to a brick wall, but hey, at least I did it.

And finally, the weekend rolled around. I had decided to go to the library and read some articles for my upcoming tests in Potions class.

I trailed through the library, weaving in and out of the shelves filled to the brim with books. It was empty, aside from a group of Slytherin girls laughing around with one another at one of the tables.

I had finally made it to section P, where all the Potions books were sorted. Lightly, I led my finger across the brim's of the books, feeling the texture. I landed on one in particular; History of Potions, and decided to grab it.

As I walked passed the group of Slytherin's, one of them decided it would be just splendid to trip me. She stuck out her foot, extended it so much that I was taken aback.

But, I hadn't seen it soon enough. My body prepared for impact as the wind knocked away from my lungs. My book has gone flying, and within a few moments, I had landed on the ground.

My head was throbbing, racing, and my vision went blurry for a few moments. Though I had hit the ground pretty badly, I wouldn't let them get the satisfaction of seeing me hurt.

Though wobbly, and somewhat not able to see, I stared at the girl who had tripped me. I wasn't surprised to see the smug face of Pansy staring at me with a grin. "Now, you can't just go falling, Y/n." She laughed, causing a chain reaction of giggles throughout the group.

I took a few slightly unguided and wobbly steps toward her, until the ends of our shoes touched. I reached out and grabbed the collar of her shirt, bringing her face closer to me. "You'll be sorry about that, Parkinson." I growled, using her collar to bring her closer to me.

Just as I heard Madam Pince's- the librarians- footsteps, I let go and stomped out of the library, my fingers curled into tight-knit fists. I had left the book on the ground, but I didn't care anymore. The next task for me was revenge.

I passed a few people I didn't know in the hallway, and all of them gave me surprised looks, like I had done something wrong. As I turned one of the corners, a Hermione spotted me from her group and ran over to me, touching my left cheek.

"Y/n, you're hurt again?" She exclaimed. When she placed her warm fingers onto my skin, it stung. I assumed there was some kind of cut, but I didn't want to admit it.

"Pansy." I growled, looking Hermione in the eyes. She nodded and linked my arm in hers, and from there, she guided- more like dragged- me to the hospital wing.

Once inside, she sat me on one of the beds and crossed her arms. "You need to stop making enemies." She said quietly, looking down at me as I looked up at her.

Just as I was about to reply, she waved to Madam Pomfrey to take care of me. Before I could say anything to Hermione, she left, vanished into the doorway of the hospital wing. I let out a sigh, then looked to the nurse before me.

"What was it this time?" She asked with a smile, filling up a blue bowl with hot water. She grabbed a cloth from inside the bedside table, then turned back to me.

"Pansy, she tripped me. But I have no idea what I did wrong." I admitted quietly, crossing my arms as I pondered the whole situation. She had no reason- other than jealousy- to be mad at me.

"Malfoy, come." The nurse raised a hand, yelling across the hall for Draco. I snapped my head to see where she was waving. He was dressed in a dark green sweater and dark pants, his blond hair standing out among all the color.

He walked over slowly, taking the place of Madam Pomfrey. He didn't look at me, or even say a word to me. He dipped the cloth into the bowl, rung it out, then faced me.

"Lean back." He stated firmly, just like he had a few days ago when I was stuck in here. I did as told, leaning my head back slightly. I tried not to look into his eyes, but it was hard not to when he's being so gentle and caring.

He brought the cloth up to my wound, placing it on the cut. It stung miserably. I jumped up and used my hand to grab his- the one that was mending me. But soon I realized that was a foolish mistake.

I dropped my hand and blinked profusely a few times. "Just take deep breaths." He said plainly, guiding the cloth onto my wound once again. I did as told, focusing on my breathing.

It was much more bearable this time. I closed my eyes and took deep breaths, while his slow and cold hands guided the cloth. I had forgotten it was Draco tending to me- that's how gentle he was.

"Draco," I said quietly, almost in a whisper. He stopped at once, pulling the cloth away from me. I opened my eyes, staring into his. "I'm sorry for the way I acted." I said sincerely, looking over his worried face.

"I am too." He replied evenly. An apology. This was an extremely rare occurrence. I almost asked if he was really Draco- but that would've ruined the whole thing, and anything else probably.

"Thank you." I said quietly, rising from the bed. I didn't realize how close he was upon rising, but when I reached my full height, I realized we were only centimeters apart, our noses were terribly close to touching.

His eyes were calm, cool, as they usually were. His pupils were enlarged, yet his skin still pale. I offered him a quaint smile before walking past him, all the way to the door. But this time, I didn't look back, I just left.