Day 5 - Delicate

"We might make out

When nobody's there.
It's not that we're scared,
It's just that it's delicate."

"I hate you," she hissed between her teeth. He smirked. He loved setting her off. He loved the flash in her eyes. He loved ... her.

She turned on her heels and walked off. He laughed behind her back. He sneered and jeered with his friends about her. She complained about him to her friends. Where did he get off?

They passed eachother in the halls, eyes meeting eyes. She raised an eyebrow, an amused grin on her face. He smirked at her.

She kept walking straight, he turned and followed her.

"You know how much I can't stand you, don't you?" he asked, his fingertips against her shoulder. She shuddered and nodded,

"You know how much I wish I could just push you off of the planet, don't you?" she responded, reaching up and holding his hand. He chuckled and nodded, placing kisses on her shoulder.

"You really hate me, don't you Granger?" he breathed in her ear, his lips travelling down to her neck. He kissed her neck and jaw and shoulder in the dark of the dungeon.

"Yes," she breathed, "So much. I just wanna ..." she turned around and placed her lips against his. All of the pent-up hatred and passion she threw at him in the run of a day was put into the kiss. The fire between them could have burned London down.

He nodded, "Me too,"

The two kissed and kissed. Her lips were swollen and his hair was a mess. She didn't care. They pulled apart from eachother hours later. She straightened her clothes and said calmly,

"See you in the morning, Malfoy,"

He smiled at her, a genuine smile,

"Hate you, Granger,"

She turned, and laughed out loud,

"Hate you too. So much."