As my thoughts flitted towards him, I found my eyes unconsciously doing the same. In my corner of the common room he was unable to see me. The way I preferred it. Sighing, I glanced back towards my nearly complete school work. Ahead of schedule as usual, the perfect good girl.
I just couldn't escape the constant thoughts of him running through my head. Every inch of my being resisted these thoughts, these scandalous notions; my heart had other ideas. As I once again found my large eyes pursuing his movements, I gave in. I sat and observed.
I pondered my infatuation. Why was it that I was so captivated by this boy? What was it that drew me to his uncongenial personality? I generally loathed his type, why was this any different?
I began to scrutinise his movements and realised that he was remarkably graceful. Unlike the burly, brutish friends with who he was joking and laughing, he was poised, exuding an aura of elegance and dignity. He was unable to escape the perfection of his pureblood upbringing.
As I studied him I came to the realisation that behind his rough exterior, beneath his aggressive nature, he was truly a flawless being. Despite his intoxicating presence, he was impeccable, a perfectionist in himself.
It dawned on me, my obsession with perfection, my constant compulsion to be defectless; these were what generated my attraction. I dwelled upon my every memory of him. I relived every minuscule detail of my observations. That was when I fully grasped my attraction. And it hit me like the Hogwarts Express.
It was his arrogance. Every time he swaggered around a corner, just in case someone was watching, every time his lips pulled into a smirk, I would feel an unfamiliar sensation sweep through my stomach. If he so much as glanced my way with that smug look upon his face, I would feel tingles right down to my toes. It completed him. Perfected him even more.
I was unbelievably infatuated with the biggest bad boy in the school. My polar opposite. The most sought after male. Even Professor McGonagall softened in his presence, despite his mischievous tendencies. But since when was I like everyone else?
I sat in silence. He would never speak to me. Nor would I ever speak to him. It was a hopeless situation altogether. It was a ridiculous situation altogether. I sighed and resolved to forget him, to forget the inexplicable, racy thoughts ricocheting around my head.
I savoured my last look at him, my eyes wide as he smirked that familiar smirk. I gasped as he did so, causing him to glance in my direction. His eyes lingered longer than necessary and I kinked my neck in an effort to look down. My thoughts raced. My heart thudded a million miles an hour.
I chanced a quick glimpse back towards him, only to be disappointed. He had resumed his conversations with his friends, he had continued as though nothing had happened.
I could feel a set of eyes upon my neck. I turned to face my acquaintance. I didn't have friends, for I felt that none quite understood me. My acquaintance held unrequited feelings towards me, and was always watching. Always anticipating my every movement. He was not the one I wanted though. He was not the one that entertained my thoughts. I found him inescapable in the literal sense, however he was always far from my thoughts. I shifted discreetly in the opposite direction and he got the hint, departing to his dormitory. He was too much of a good boy to refuse.
I almost laughed. Here I was, ignoring the intentions of the perfect boy, the boy whom my parents would delight in meeting, the boy who I'd have thought I would love. But no, he was too perfect, he lacked certain qualities. He wasn't him. He wasn't the boy my heart called out to.
I looked around the room and was alarmed to find it devoid of a single soul bar mine. That meant it was past curfew, I should have been asleep, but I had been far too caught up amongst my thoughts. Tomorrow was the weekend, I reasoned with myself, relax a little and enjoy the rare solidarity.
I glided towards the centre of the room and began to dance. Humming to myself, I closed my eyes and let everything go. I was a child again. I agilely skimmed across the floor as though it were a stage, and I felt my lithe body comply with my every wish. As I twirled and whirled around the room I felt as though I was free, as though I could do anything, and no one was there to watch and scrutinise my every move.
I grew tired and opened my eyes to the deserted room. As I turned towards my dormitory I was instantly consumed by earlier thoughts of the evening. He was standing there. Our eyes met, and I hesitantly stepped towards him.
He tilted his head at me, his eyes burning with curiosity. He stepped closer to me and reached his hand to my face. I wanted him. I wanted him with every fibre of my being. The Slytherin, the animalistic nature buried deep within myself raised its head and roared. I closed the gap between us as I recognised the desire in his eyes. I wanted his romance. I wanted his bad romance.
Author's Note:
Hello there :) So I was struck with inspiration after seeing a banner and I decided to write this story. But anyway. I'd love to know what you think! Constructive criticism please :) Is is too clunky? Is it too confusing with the lack of names? Please let me know, as this is my second ever fic, and my first attempt at something serious and romantic O.o Oh and do you think it should be any longer? I would really appreciate any feedback, even just saying whether you liked it or not!
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