unadulterated loathing {VLAD}

[Lucy Weasley]

Lucy had been escaping from her house all summer - to the Burrow, to Ella's, you name it - and today was Flourish & Blotts lucky day because she was here to buy even more books to add onto the piles she had stacked all around her room. She was revisiting one of her favourite loves: reading, something she unfortunately hadn't been able to do lately and she suspected she wouldn't have much time after the holidays ended with their OWL year coming out. It was so surreal to actually think that they were heading into their fifth year. It felt like only yesterday they were measly little third years.

Walking over to the Muggle fiction section, she immediately scanned the shelves for any titles that stood out in particular and once she found the one she was looking for, The Hobbit, she groaned as she realised it was on the top shelf. How fucking great. Why did the world always have to remind her of her shortcomings? In the case, her height. Sighing, she stretched her arm up as heigh as it could and with joy, she realised that she could finally touch just the spine of the book. Without a second though, she put her foot on the bottom shelf and quickly hoisted herself up to pull the rest of the book off with the tips of her fingers. Surprisingly, and completely uncharacteristically, a small grin crossed Lucy's face as she hopped back down to the ground.

Grabbing a couple of other books that took her fancy, she whirled around to head off to another aisle when she found herself face-to-chest with another person. Vlad Dolohov. How fucking dandy. "Okay, first of all: get the fuck out of my personal space. Second of all: when my back's turned, it is not a hint for you to come up behind me. Third of all: please kindly fuck off so I can get back to my shopping."

[Vlad Dolohov]

Flourish and Blott's was not where you'd find Vlad Dolohov outside of shopping for books at the beginning of the school year.

Rather, Vlad had been walking up and down the length of the Alley, bored out of his brain. His parents had dropped him off at the Alley as they paid the Ministry a visit about something Vlad really didn't care to listen to. He'd been given the option to go with them to the Ministry, but fearing the boringness of the building, he'd opted to stay at the Alley while his older brother accompanied their parents.

And what a wrong decision he'd made. Sure, there were plenty of Hogwarts students about, but he had yet to see anyone he felt like striking a conversation with. He'd smiled and waved and flitted about like a butterfly in a field with many brilliant flowers but none with the right nectar.

Damn and blast. Vlad was not happy. And thus he had taken a chance when he had seen the shiny red hair, short stature, and distinct glower of one Miss Lucy Weasley and followed the unwitting girl into the bookshop. A bored Vlad would take any opportunity to rid himself of boredom, even if that opportunity had a chance of hexing his balls off.

He silently sneaked up on her while she was climbing the bookshelf - how unladylike - and grinned down at her when she hopped off and almost bumped into his chest. "Like what you see, beautiful?" His grin widened when she told him to step away. "No, I don't think I will. I happen to be able to see your freckles from here, and individualise your eyelashes."

The grin widened. "Of course it's my cue to sneak up on you when your back's turned. Honey, that's the entire point. And no, I don't think I'll fuck off - I'll just follow you around until you get annoyed and you finally give me what I want." He winked. "Plus, I'll get to keep an eye on your hot arse the entire time. You won't even notice I'm there - until you get annoyed, of course. It's a win-win for all of us."

[Lucy Weasley]

"You mean a promiscuous, dickhead man-slut? Not in the slightest. In fact, I think I'd much rather be blind than have to be able to see you," Lucy told him coolly, crossing her arms over her chest and glowering at him. What a git. She really, really did not like Vlad Dolohov in the slightest. She let out a sarcastic laugh, attempting to shoulder past him. "Okay, you know what? I'm sure that when I leave they'll be an eyelash or a strand of hair that I would have left behind so when I have your back to you, you can grab it to put under your pillowcase later and I'll be none the wiser of your strange, perverse stalker habits."

"Right... don't call me 'honey' because I'm not something you spread on your toast of a morning, okay, mate?" she said, giving him a dirty look and rolling her eyes in his direction. "And what is it you really want? Because: 1) I can almost guarantee that you won't get it and 2) I have a girlfriend whom I like very, very much, and unlike some people, I'm not into cheating." That some people may have included Abby herself but he didn't need to know that. "Uh huh, well, how about this... how about I lure you into a corner, grab your junk and then twist it so hard that it almost falls off. That sounds like fun, doesn't it?"

She shouldered past him into the next section she was headed for, a collection of fiction books written by wizards this time instead of muggles. "You're such a fucking stalking, Dolohov. I swear you get off on being insulted."

[Vlad Dolohov]

He almost laughed at that. Promiscuous, dickhead man-slut, indeed. Oh, the hilarity. He settled for smirking. "Why, you do so have a way with words. Say that five times fast. Go on. And you don't mean that! I don't see you gouging your eyes out." She really shouldn't cross her arms over her chest like that. True, Vlad was here more for getting her all riled up, but he really could not resist his eyes following the movement of her arms and settling on her chest. Not his fault.

He blocked her way as she tried to walk past him, smirking again. "Ah, but a falling eyelash or strand of hair is so hard to catch, lovely, I'd really much rather the whole package of the living thing." He threw his head back and laughed. "Do you disapprove of perverse stalking? Would checking under my pillow make you feel better about me following you around?" He waggled his eyebrows suggestively at her.

Vlad grinned widely at her next words. Really, she was just setting it all up for him. "Ah, but I do know of something that can be spread in the morning, honey." This was way too much fun to pass up. Thank Merlin that he happened to know the snark that was Lucy Weasley. His life just wouldn't be complete without her. "What do I want? Why, nothing more than your attention and your eye on me, my lovely Miss Weasley, and I assure you, I've already got both." He cocked his head at the girlfriend bit. "You have a girlfriend. That is so hot." He waggled his eyebrows at her again. "Jumping straight into the good stuff, Weasley? I'd love to."

He followed her, of course, walking right behind her in an attempt to creep her out. "Well, you are still talking to me, and rather than leave the lady wandering around the bookstore talking to herself - people would think you've gone batty, lovely! - I've decided to save her myself and follow her." He laughed again at her last words. "Only from you, darling."

[Lucy Weasley]

"I'd rather not. I know small things amuse small minds but I quite simply don't have time to repeat phrases so idiots like you can get a laugh out of it," Lucy said with a scoff, the intensity of her glare only gaining as she noticed his gaze drop to her chest. "I think I'll save myself the pleasure of gouging my eyes out by using a memory charm on myself later instead."

Lucy was a small thing so it really wasn't that hard to block her path, especially when a giant did it. Bastard. "Unfortunately, this package will never be delivered to your doorstep so you miss out." She looked at him as though he were an idiot... which he was. "Does anybody approve of perverse stalking? And no, it wouldn't, because I know I'd just find a creepy shrine dedicated to all the girls you want but can never get in Hogwarts."

She gave him a disgusting look before she attempting to shoulder past him again. And when that didn't work, she gripped the book tighter between her hands. "You're fucking disgusting, you know that? Disgusting. How do you live with yourself on a day-to-day basis, Vladimir?" She let out a loud, sarcastic laugh. "Oh, you have my undivided attention on you. Day and night. Especially when I'm in bed... as I think of ways to castrate you."

She inwardly cursed herself because she'd never exactly confirmed the rumours that she had Abby were more than friends except with a few close friends and her family. Not many other people had heard they were dating from the horse's mouth exactly. "Okay, yeah, my girlfriend and I don't live for your perverted pleasure. Go watch porn if you fancy seeing two girls in action." She arched her eyebrow in that perfected manner of hers. "You find getting your junk almost twisted off to be 'good stuff'? You sad, demented human being."

She could almost feel him rubbing up against her, he was that close and she threw another glare over her shoulder for good measure. "Right, because you walking so close to me doesn't send a bad message at all... and I'm terribly sorry, darling, but you'll end up with a set of blue balls by the end of it all."