Thick Like Mud (Draco POV drabble)
Draco Malfoy didn't know why he wanted her, only that he hated her and somehow that made his hands itch to touch her skin. He knew only that it would make his father very angry, that it would cause centuries of Malfoys to turn in their opulent graves, that it would cause Harry Potter to go mad and Ron Weasley to have an aneurysm. He wanted her because she was not glittery and bright like all the other girls that turned his head, but because she was dull and bookish and pretty on the night of the Yule Ball. He wanted her because it was wrong, and because she was the one thing he could never have. She would never let him touch her, and he would never let himself try. She made his blood run slow in his veins, sticky like syrup and thick like mud, and that only made him hate her a little bit more.