Realization

Chapter 3

Revenge is Bittersweet

Harriet stabbed her food at dinner that night. Hermione and Ron watched her closely. She was glaring at where Malfoy sat, sending smirks at her. She'd told her friends nothing about the event from earlier, somehow... it had an amusing challenge to it. The first time had been accidental, the second was just him trying to start something. Oh, this was a challenge all right. She smirked suddenly let out a low laugh at her plan. Malfoy jumped a little at the sudden reaction she'd given his cocky wave. The next day, Draco felt fear. What was the loon planning, she'd started cackling yesterday at dinner. He ran to quickly change as he got out of the shower. He didn't need to be later for class because of Quidditch. He had Transfigiration this morning, she'd freak at him. He tightened the towel around his waste, how did everyone get out before him... oh right... they didn't shower. He cringed. Where did his clothes go, this was angering.

"Oh Malfoy?" the voice echoed in a sing-song fashion all around him, oh that evil Gryffindor.

"What is it Potter?" he asked, aggravated, she had the upper hand right now.

"Revenge Malfoy." her voice was still sing-song, but she was on the other side of a locker.

He smiled, he was changing this around now, a girl she may be. But she was his rival and he liked it that way. He leaned against the locker next to her as she looked the other way. She stopped her cocky smile and whipped around to face him. She dropped his clothes, and her face was a radish. He suddenly remembered something, he was wearing his towel only. He kept his confident form.

"Come for a peep show Potter?" asked Draco, he felt highly amused by her expression, "Is that what you came for?"

She walked slowly towards him, like a weird trance. He felt awkward and he felt his face change a little. He hadn't expected this, her face unreadable and blank. He was actually really scared, he thought about running as she neared him. Her hand was on his chest, he shuttered, he didn't mind it. The next thing he did.

"AHHHHHHHH!! DAMN IT! MY NIPPLE!" he fell to the ground.

"Nope, came for a tity twister, just another muggle thing. See you in Potions." and she was gone, giggling all the way.

"Oh, your good Potter." he muttered as he got up.

He grabbed his clothes and rolled his eyes. She was very sneaky, should be a Slytherine. She was sneaky, vengeful, tricky, spirited, attractive, she was... she was full of potential.. no... no, there wasn't potential.. she was... perfect. Harriet leaned against the outside of the door. What was that? She had it all planned, it worked out very nicely, yes. But she just suddenly realized that Draco wasn't the eleven year old boy she'd started her rivalry left. He was becoming a young man. She was taken aback by the sudden stirring in herself. The Bell rang, she jumped.