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I smell him before I see him - that unique blend of astringent pine, citrus and something… spicy. The hint of apple-scented breath as he crowds into my back confirms who stands behind me.
Draco Malfoy. In the library, with a bone to pick. His elegant alabaster hand casually grips the shelf above my head.
Torn between leaning back or pressing forward, I choose option number three, twirling to face him: my bellicose glower already fixed and deepening.
“Bugger off, you inbred wanker,” I hiss. He’s already called me ‘Mudblood’ twice today. Dishing out some of his own medicine is totally defensible, I tell my disapproving conscience.
Draco’s eyes widen a fraction as he taunts, “Such a filthy little mouth.” His eyes are drawn to my finely trembling lips. He pushes closer; a sheaf of parchment couldn’t slip between our chests. My traitorous heart thuds like a jogging troll.
“What do you want?” My intended growl is too breathy, needy… vulnerable.
For a stroke-inducing moment, I hear Draco reply, “You…” but then my foolish brain processes the rest.
“Your book, Granger,” he nods at the thick green tome in my hands.
A saucy smirk spreads across my face like a bonfire. Relieved and emboldened by his mistake, I stretch on tippy toes, until my chocolate eyes are almost level with Draco’s heather grey ones.
“How remiss of me, keeping this valuable resource material all to myself,” I purr, loving the brief flit of confusion over his archangelic face. His eyes narrow in suspicion.
“Enjoy your studies, Malfoy,” and I slap the book sharply against Draco’s leanly muscled torso. His Seeker reflexes catch it automatically as I beat a hasty retreat, giggling to myself.
I hope he appreciates 'Managing your Menstruation: A Witch’s Guide to Womanhood' as much as I did.