-DRACO-

When their eyes met in the corridors, the tension made both of their skin crawl. It was no longer a look of defiance or raw contempt accompanied by those biting words, but something deeper. But Draco and Lisa refused to acknowledge it, out of pride, or perhaps because of their reputations. Draco tortured himself mentally, unsure of what was happening between them, whether it was just his imagination or a fleeting obsession. No matter what it was, he refused to accept it, or so he told himself.

It wasn't until he saw Lisa sitting on the shore of Black Lake, the breeze playing with her dark hair, that a thought flooded his mind: 'She is so... beautiful.' Then he knew he was obsessively in love. Ever since he realized it, he hadn't stopped watching her, learning everything she did, every gesture, every word... he knew her better than he knew himself. But it wounded his pride that the feeling wasn't mutual and that Lisa continued to feign disinterest.

Tired of it all, he decided to confront her, to make her accept her feelings. As she walked through the castle's ancient corridors, engrossed in a book, Draco stepped in front of her, intercepting her. When she looked up at him with her usual indifference, Draco spoke: -Draco: Love me or I'll make you love me.- He murmured, showing her a potion of Amortentia. He didn't want to appear vulnerable to her, but it was unavoidable. He tried to maintain his usual cold and arrogant expression, but he simply couldn't.

-Lisa: You're crazy, Draco…- She answered by stepping back; she knew it was a warning, not a question.

-Draco: More like… desperate love…- He murmured again, still holding the potion, a clear reminder of what he would do if she didn't accept his feelings. He moved closer until his nose touched hers.