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Her stomach twisted when she thought about incident that happened only moments ago. When she had finally got back to the common room, she literally ran away from the boy back to her own dorm, she just wanted to get away from him. What scared her the most is she actually enjoyed the kiss.

Zara lay on her bed, her stomach pressing against the mattress. She pressed her face into the pillow and let out a muffled scream. She was confused, and frustrated. She wanted nothing more than to fall asleep and never wake up. Zara knew what was happening. She was falling for Draco Malfoy. Her stomach churned again. Just the thought of having any kind of romantic feeling towards him made her want to throw up her insides.

There was too much flowing through Zara's mind. Too much she had to worry about; Draco for now was the least of her problems. She hadn't really made any progress with Harry, and that was only because Zara had no clue on how to make him trust her. What was she meant to find out anyway? No matter, she needed some kind of information. Zara would not want to piss Voldemort off. She shoved her task to the back of her mind, and brung forward the fact she had another potions essay to do. Zara pulled herself off her bed, and left to go to the library.

Zara cursed her petite figure as she stretched her arm out for the book that was far from her reach. Her heart sank when she saw a pale hand grab the book and pull it off the shelf. As if the almost colourless skin wasn't a giveaway, there was his patronising snigger. She whipped her head around to be greeted by the grey eyes she so wanted to be away from. Her own orbs gave him a glum stare.

Zara let out an exasperated sigh. "Draco, don't toy with me. Just give me the book."

It infuriated her when he plastered a smirk on his face, while flipping through the pages of the book pretending to ignore her. He was back to his usual self.

"Draco." She seethed.

He still carried on his act. "Hmmm." He brought a finger to his chin, tapping it. The smirk toyed against his lips again, it was impossible to hide it, he loved winding her up.

"Draco, please."

She gave in too easy. She knew it when he looked up at her with a smile like a Cheshire cat and the expression he wore when he won a quidditch match. The look of victory. The book still remained in his hand. He licked the nib of his index finger as his eyes lingered to the pages once more. Turning the parchment he spoke.

"You know Milani, you've been slacking on your little task."

"Our task." She cut in. He once again ignored her.

"Think you better get back to work on it, our necks are on the line." He drew his eyes from the book up to hers; he was adding fuel to the fire. He could see she was getting more and more irritated. He whipped his eyes back to where they were. "The golden trio are sitting over there. Go and sit with them."

Again he looked up at her, her eyebrows furrowed and her mouth opened to retaliate to his order. Before she could speak e thrust the book in her arms with such a force, Zara stumbled backwards.

"Just do it."

Zara let out a sigh, she knew she was being stubborn, but he was right. Again she let him win. Her lips pursed until they weren't visible and her nostrils flared. Lucky for him, he wasn't smirking otherwise she would have slapped him hard around the face. Zara almost laughed at herself for even considering the fact she could be falling for him. She loathed the boy. She shoved past him. "Fine."

As her shoulder hit his arm, a grin found its way to Draco's lips. He loved every ounce of power he held over the girl. She was so weak, and manipulative it was pitiable. He quickly grabbed the girl's arm, and pulled her back in front of him. A look of confusion was plastered all over her face. His hand quickly found their way to her face. One holding either side. He hungrily pressed his lips against hers. She didn't respond to the kiss this time. There was a loud thump as the book that was once in her arms fell to the floor. Zara pressed her hands against his chest and gave him a forceful push. His lips finally disconnected from hers. She looked at him wide eyes, her face red. She was so flustered she didn't know what to say. She merely threw her head to the floor and rushed hurriedly past him.

Oh how Draco loved the power he had over her.

"Is it okay if I sit here?" Zara muttered at the small group of Gryffindors. Her eyes trailed to floor and she winced when she heard a male voice say "Why? There are plenty of other tables to sit at."

"Ron. She's fine." Another male voice. Harry. "You can sit here Zara."

She looked up at Harry with a small smile. "Thanks."

As Zara took her seat, she could feel the death glares Ron gave her. She didn't blame him, with the reputation Slytherins had, she wouldn't want to sit next to one either.

"You're Zara Milani, yes?" She looked up to the owner of the female voice, Hermione sat opposite Zara.

"Um, yes." Hermione's arm extended over the table. "I'm Hermione, nice to meet you." Zara awkwardly shook the hand in front of her.

"Nice to meet you too."

"Don't mind Ron, he's just a moron." She leant over the table, peering at the book that rested in front of Zara. "Are you working on Snape's essay?" Zara nodded in response. "So are we."

"Even Hermione is finding it hard." Harry grumbled.

Zara found herself lost in thought while the students spoke. Her mind lingering on the kiss Draco had just given her. Her heart still thumped in her throat. Twice. Draco had kissed her twice in one day.

Just what was he playing at?