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Isolation

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    he smirked, propping his head up with his hand and leaning over her. "Fuck, it's cold in here."

    "Are those levels profanity necessary at this time in the morning?" she grimaced.

    "Are your big words?" he fired back smugly. "And yes, I know what they mean, but really, Granger. You could at least wait until midday before you smack me with your internal thesaurus."
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    Have you got your eye on someone, Hermione? Scared the boys won't approve?"

    Her lip twitched. "Something like that."

    "Anyone I know?"

    Your cousin.
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    He should have let her kiss him…
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    but her next mumbled confession made his brain disconnect.

    "I...I wanted to stay."
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    That was four; smell, sound, sight and touch. What was the fifth?

    Oh yes. Taste.
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    Knowing Gryffindors and their fetish for friendships,
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    Lost with the seductive ink-kissed pages, she could forget almost anything.
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    He hid his irritation with an amused snort as he slowly wiped the back on his hand across his mouth again, keeping his stare locked onto hers. He realised then that her eyes weren't brown; they were more like gold.
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    Her fawny eyes darted away, needing to focus on something else, and that's when she saw him.

    Him.

    She locked on to his icy-cool glare and felt something in her soul snap.

    She didn't remember sprinting over to him, everything was blurry and fast. When she was close enough, she drew back her balled fist and rammed into his face, hard enough to scorch her knuckles. She felt a feral growl vibrate in her throat, and drew her fist back again, the blood slithering down his chin and across her fingers no where near satisfying enough. She wanted to pound his face until it was unrecognisable, until it stopped reminding her of what he'd done.

    But McGonagall's spell dragged her to the other side of the room. And she was screaming again.
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    "And Miss Granger has agreed to this arrangement?" the older wizard questioned with a sceptical tone.

    "Not yet."

    Draco's golden eyebrows rose high on his pale forehead. Not yet? The woman was digging his grave faster than Voldemort.
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