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Draco watched her. Her cheeks were flushed with cold, her nose gone red. She kept rubbing at it with a gloved fist and the motion made his insides quiver as he wondered, despite himself, what that hand of hers would feel like...
'Put your eyes away, Malfoy!' she snapped.
Bitch.
'You don't think I was looking at you, do you, Granger?'
'No,' she snarled. 'You weren't. You were leering.'
'I don't leer at Mudbloods.'
'Oh?' She looked outraged. 'Oh? So this'll leave you unmoved, right?'
And she crushed her mouth, furious, hungry, violent, against his.
Alas – betrayed by a quiver...