[There's an edge to his grin, there's something in it, sharp and needy--God, he wants her now, right now, that little smirk of hers, the way her finger looks against her lips and her hand in his pocket--only for a moment, but enough. Girls don't talk like this. He's always going after them, and this is no different--the game is built on him going after her--but that wicked look on her face, and the curl of her voice against his ear--it's dirty, and it's perfect, it's what he wants.
And it would ruin it, to kiss her right now, even if he wants to. He'd not be able to stop at a kiss anyways, not the way she's got him feeling.
And he's determined, now, to catch her, to claim his reward. Anyone that teases the way she does is worth it, worth so much more, dirty blood and all. Maybe it's her blood that makes her the way that she is--but whatever the reason, he can't get her out of his head over the next few days, a fact that he loves as much as he resents. No muggle-born girl should be able to do this to him: but she does, and he sneaks out every night to wander the halls, checking behind tapestries, listening for her. His lack of caution makes him brazen in his rule-breaking. Filch be damned, this is important. He is going to find her.]
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And it would ruin it, to kiss her right now, even if he wants to. He'd not be able to stop at a kiss anyways, not the way she's got him feeling.
And he's determined, now, to catch her, to claim his reward. Anyone that teases the way she does is worth it, worth so much more, dirty blood and all. Maybe it's her blood that makes her the way that she is--but whatever the reason, he can't get her out of his head over the next few days, a fact that he loves as much as he resents. No muggle-born girl should be able to do this to him: but she does, and he sneaks out every night to wander the halls, checking behind tapestries, listening for her. His lack of caution makes him brazen in his rule-breaking. Filch be damned, this is important. He is going to find her.]