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	For poetry challenge #6 *~*~*~*~*~*~* "You may shoot me with your words, You may cut me with your eyes, You may kill me with your hatefulness, But still, like air, I'll rise." - from "Still I Rise" by Maya Angelou *~*~*~*~*~*~* He was staring at her again. Probably trying to think of something nasty to say to her when she walked by. Like about the dirt smudged on her jeans. The way her hair was falling out of the twist she'd put it in earlier. The circles under her eyes from lack of sleep. Could be the candy cane she'd been munching on for the last half hour or so. She knew she wasn't perfect. Far from it, but he always managed to let her know. He could always find SOMETHING to point those pale tapered fingers at. Arrogant asshole. Sure, she shouldn't be indulging in such language, even in her head. And sure, she shouldn't let some rich bitch guy get to her. But that Draco Malfoy irritated her more than evil!Spike. More than obsessed and having a crush!Spike. More than bad!Faith. More than snotty!Cordelia. More than stuffy!Giles. More than whiny!Dawn. More than anyone. Ever. No one could manipulate her moods the way this guy did. He could send her spinning from zero to bitch in less that a second. He was VILE, and she'd like nothing better than to jump him.... in a ripping off of the clothes type way. God, he got to her like no one EVER. Button-pushing bastard. And he was mean. That's what she didn't get. He was honestly as mean as anyone had ever been to her, and yet she came back for more. She wanted him more than she had ever wanted another person in her entire life. He was just beautiful to her eyes. Tall and lean, but not skinny. He was sleek. Like a cat. White-blonde hair graced his head with steely eyes the color of pale yet stormy skies. There wasn't a shade of gray like the gray of those orbs. It was his alone. She could stare all day. Trouble was he'd never said anything to her that was not demeaning, disparaging, or out-and-out rude-ass. Condescending cuntrag. There was also the way he looked at her sometimes. Those eyes burned cold. Sometimes they even seared, but always they were worse than ice. He was always judging her. She could feel it. He didn't want a bunch of 'glorified muggles' helping his Auror department fight this dark wizard guy. They didn't need the help of 'lowlings' like slayers, former balls of energy, one-eyed muggles, watchers, and wandless witches. Superior shithead. She and the Scoobies plus the newest round of slaygals had only been working with the wizarding community for a few months. Buffy's and Draco's rows were already the stuff of legends. The two of them could not be around one another without arguing at the very least. Once it had almost come to blows before Harry Potter had stepped in with some yelling on his part. Harry was handsome and nice and fun to be around. How come she couldn't just be attracted to him? He was perfect for her, yet she was drawn to the fire of the guy who hated her guts just for being who she was. Spike had probably said it best. He'd mentioned to her once that he suspected she needed a little monster in her man. Draco Malfoy had 'monster' in spades. Fat-headed fuckhole. He was high-handed, thought too highly of himself, and had a very dark past. He'd dabbled in the bad before wising up and siding with the good guys. So had that Snape guy, but tall, dark, and scowly didn't make fun of her hair.... and everything else that was her. Like Malfoy did. Pompous penishead. Sometimes late at night when she was sure no one else was around, Buffy cried about it a little. It wasn't very fitting to be a big old badass if you cried about what the 'school yard bully' said to you. Well, it would be a cold day in hell before she ever let him know he got to her in a hurt feelings kind of way. He could just kiss her perfectly rounded, not lopsided as he claimed, ass. She must have been grumbling to herself. "Mumbling to yourself under your breath, Summers? Have you finally snapped? Dare we find someone else to lead this rabble?" One straw. Add to other pile of straw on camel's back. Equaling broken back. Finally. Buffy slowly took the candy cane she'd been gnawing on out of her mouth. "FUCK YOU!" "I beg your pardon?" "And you should! I am SO tired of you ragging on me! So FUCK YOU and the broom you rode in on, you holier than thou, mean-ass, too much hair gel-wearing, formerly evil bastard, doubting dickhole of a little shit!" "Buffy..." Dawn said with a gasp. Draco's eyes hit his hairline right before she threw the candy cane at him. It bounced off his forehead leaving a sticky mark before breaking against the ground where it landed. Buffy stalked past him bumping his shoulder as hard as she could without doing permanent damage. "Great." Dawn said. "Now you made her mad. Good job. It'd be really great if Voldemort attacked now. She's so pissed she'd give him the ass-whoopin' to end all ass-whoopin's. Smack. Down." *~*~*~*~*~* It was sometime later that Buffy heard someone enter the room she'd holed herself up in after her very public temper tantrum. So much for rising above and not letting Malfoy get to her. "Summers?" Buffy sighed. Great. She was getting really tired.... too tired to defend herself against him. If she did that, she wouldn't have any left for the world. That needed defending more than her ego did. "What, Malfoy?" God, she sounded tired. Even to her own ears. "You didn't let me finish earlier." Buffy stiffened as she felt him stop to stand right behind her. "Go on." "My other comment was going to be that perhaps you weren't snapping. That perhaps you were a little frustrated and needed someone to help ease your... tension." She whipped around so fast to look at him that he jumped. "You hate me!" "Do I?" Buffy blinked. "You're always... picking on me." "I know." Something suddenly occurred to Buffy. You have stupid hair. You know I love this hair. Her face scrunched up. "You... like me?" "I think you're bloody amazing." "You sure have a funny way of showing it." "I know. Your sister mentioned that I should try being nicer and not my usual charming self. Actually, several people have mentioned to me that I might get better results by not being myself with you." Buffy snorted. It was then that she realized how close to her he had actually moved during their little talk. "I don't exactly do well with nice boys. " She considered that statement for a moment. "Actually, I don't do well with ANY boys. Perhaps Willow's got the right idea. Boys are bad. Maybe I should become a lesbian." "Like hell you will." "Is this more offering to ease my tension?" "Could be." He smirked. "Interested?" "Could be. You gonna be a little nicer to me?" "Likely not." "Good." "What?" "This is gonna sound uber weird, but I kind of like it when you're a mean asshole." "Did you just call me an asshole?" "Yes." "Bitch." "That's Miss Bitch to you." "Oh I beg your pardon, Miss Bitch." "Beg? You thought that was begging? Pfft! Then you don't know the meaning of the word." "Care to educate me then?" "Another offer?" "What else? I do recall hearing the words fuck and you drop from those little pink lips that I'm quite sure are deliciously peppermint flavored after having that bit of candy cane on them." "That wasn't a proposition, Malfoy. There was an understood you there. The literal translation being YOU go fuck YOURSELF." "But wouldn't it be more fun if you did it for me?" Buffy grinned as she stood on tiptoes to kiss him lightly. There must be something chemically wrong with her. He was being such the ass just now. All smug and sexy. She'd never wanted him more. It was like they said, and they say A LOT, but it was just like they said... There's a very thin line between love and hate. Or lust and hate at any rate. *~*~*~* end ficlet
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