You and Me
Disclaimer: My muse just plays with these characters. They are not my invention. They belong to Joss Whedon and JK Rowling.
So revision time hits again and what does my brain decide to do? Write another story. Why oh why did my muse suddenly become active when really I should be revising the millions of pages of notes?! Now it's hopefully out of my system for the next few weeks so I can get on with my exams!
Oh the title and subtitle-thingy are from Lifehouse's song called 'You and Me'. Twisted the meaning of the words slightly...
Hope you like the story!!
***YOU AND ME***
~*~I don't know why I can't take my eyes off of you~*~
“Me,” he entered the room, his voice calm despite her pouring all the disgust she could muster into the one word she’d spoken.
“What are you doing here?”
“I want to borrow your make-up.”
She stared at him.
“Of course that’s not why I’m here!” He sounded exasperated now.
“Great,” she mumbled to herself. “I’m stuck in my own personal Hell with a gay little man.”
He walked over to her and drew himself up to his full 6 foot 4 inches so that he towered head and shoulders over her, forcing her to look up at him, his expression glowering.
“Okay, so big gay man. Big difference. You know I can kick your butt.”
“And you know I could hex yours into oblivion.” He smirked when her eyes widened slightly.
Then they narrowed as she said, “You wouldn’t dare!”
“Neither would you.” He was still just as calm as when he’d walked in. It made her even angrier; she let out a sound of annoyance, turned her back on him and walked to look out of the window.
It really was beautiful here: the green grass extended for miles in all directions as far as she could see, ending in a forest of deep, dark green; a lake sat to the left of the view, large enough to be called a sea in her opinion. She breathed in deeply, the scene already calming her. Taking another breath in she turned around to find him standing right behind her.
She jumped back, hitting the window with her elbows. “Aah! Don’t. Do. That!” She punctuated each word with a hard poke to his chest.
On the third poke, she tried to move her hand away but one of his had come up, stopping her from removing hers.
Her eyebrows came together in a frown as she looked from where his hand covered hers, and into his eyes.
There was something there that had never been there before. Normally there was only amusment in his gaze, but now…now there was something more, something to make the cold grey turn molten silver, the colour of clouds just before a storm. To her they were hypnotic; she couldn’t stop gazing into them.
Before she could register anything else, his other hand came up under her chin and his head slowly started to descend towards hers.
She could feel her heart begin to race, each beat a pounding against her ribcage, as though it was trying to push itself out of her chest. Her breathing quickened, the air rushing in a out of her half-open mouth in the shape of an ‘o’ of surprise.
Surely something was wrong here? He’d never ever indicated he had feelings towards her, other than as something to laugh at, or at times – especially when she’d first come to Hogwarts – disgust and loathing. So what was the deal with the kissing? And kissing her, a “mudblood”, to use his words.
Then their lips met and all thoughts evaporated from her head. The first touch was feathery-light, barely brushing across hers. Then they met again, his lips pressing harder against hers this time and his tongue flickered lightly across her bottom lip.
She instinctively deepened the kiss, her eyelids fluttering closed, her brain completely disconnected from her body.
If she’d been paying attention to the voice in her head currently shouting at her that she must be crazy letting Malfoy kiss her! - She and Malfoy were, and always had been enemies! What right did he have to start kissing her?! And how dare he be so good at kissing that she was kissing him back?! - then she probably wouldn’t have pressed her hand flat against his chest (subconsciously noticing how hard it was and finding herself pleased by that fact) and moved her left hand to the base of his head, twisting his hair though her fingers.
His hand moved away from hers resting on his chest to place it on the small of her back, pressing her body closely to his, his other cupping her cheek.
She couldn’t hep noticing how well their bodies seemed to fit together, as if they were moulded perfectly to each other.
The door banged open suddenly, a voice calling “Dawnie?”
They sprang apart – Dawn hitting her elbows on the window again. “Ouch!”
“Oh eww! I so didn’t need to see that ever!” Buffy screwed her eyes shut, her nose wrinkling as she turned around to leave, letting the door swing shut behind her.
“Uhh…” Dawn looked up at Malfoy.
“Go, it’s fine,” he sidestepped to let her pass and smiled a genuine smile at her – the first she’d ever seen grace his usually haughty features.
“Uh, right…thanks.” Wow, awkward much? Blushing furiously, she started to leave, but a hand grabbed her wrist and swung her around and he kissed her again. Briefly, but still enough to make her knees go weak and her breath shaky.
She stared at him dumbly for a few seconds, his gaze smouldering into hers, before her brain kicked in again and she practically ran from the room.
Who knew Draco Malfoy could be so intense?
And who knew she’d have liked it that much?
I really should think of a better ending...
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