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Her lips part and she pulls at the end of the quill with her teeth, eyebrows pulled together in concentration, she sighs and turns to the next page in our Potions textbook. I watch her from across the classroom, study her every move, and memorize every line and feature, ignoring Snape completely. No, I wouldn't call this obsessive. Not at all, I mean one has to know their enemy right? Know there flaws… there weaknesses and strengths. Know how they break and what frustrates them, what brings them joy and what brings them pain. Study their words and actions, know how they tick, make up scenarios with that person just to be prepared for anything. Ok, maybe that last one might SEEM obsessive but I swear that's what you do for complicated enemies. And Hermione Granger is no normal simple witch. Just like I, Draco Malfoy, am no ordinary wizard.

I can admit, even if she isn't a pureblood that she has talent, but that doesn't mean I can stand her. I just have to know about her, what she does, where she goes to, what she talks about. Extracting information, yes that is exactly what I am doing. Nothing more. Nothing less.

"Mr. Malfoy? I won't repeat myself another time." Snape asks with a certain amount of malice and sarcasm in his voice. Damnit, what did he just say? I tear my eyes away from Granger when she, along with the rest of the class turns to me with questioning glances.

Her eyes lock onto my eyes for a split second, molten brown meeting stormy blue and then I look to Snape. Why does my Snape do this? He very well knows I don't pay attention in his classes, I don't have to, and that's the point of having my godfather as my teacher. He raises his eyebrow and of course Grangers hand shoots up at the speed of light, her eye wide and almost jumping out of her seat. Typical.

"Mr. Malfoy I would encourage you to pay attention in class, and because you seem to have forgotten the three most crucial ingredients in a Forgetfulness Potion" he pauses for effect, "And have responded in such a helpless way, that can only let me take one course of action, 5 points from slytherin, and Ms. Granger?"

"The Forgetfulness Potion is a potion which causes an unknown degree of memory loss in the drinker. Its key ingredients include Lethe River Water, mistletoe berries, and Valerian sprigs." She visibly sighs with satisfaction when Snape simply nods and goes back to his lecture. Anger boils in my chest from the humiliation and outrage that he would take points from his own house only to go after me. The bastard! Granger looks back over her shoulder with a glistening smirk, making me agitated because somehow, some day she stopped being that ugly Mudblood I hate. Also because a smirking Hermione is actually nice to look at, reminds me of my signature scowl just with less malice.

She looks back to Snape and goes right back to scribbling notes furiously, completely ignoring the bloody oaf Weasley who won't stop whispering to her. Good, she should Let him do his own work for once, but even as I watch I see her cave and lean into him and whisper something back. I feel a different sensation, something clutching my chest and I quickly push it away. It's no secret to someone who watches Grangers actions that she fancies the blood traitor, but it's just so infuriating. At least he's an oblivious prick and she probably won't keep her little crush forever, she can do better. I'm not saying she deserves better, this girl who is forever the brains of the golden trio, but she COULD DO better. Of course there is the boy, who lived, but he seems to be forming a rather close friendship with the Lovegood girl, in fact he's sitting with her now. Huh.

"Tomorrow I will assign partners to begin both our Polyjuice and love potion project but I hope you have all benefited from this talk on the history of our potions masters here at Hogwarts. Next time I expect all to listen. You will be tested." He glares at me for a moment, "You are now dismissed."

As always everyone's books are in their bags and they are heading out in record time. I lazily stand and grab my bag, never having been unpacked in the first place and as I turn to the door something catches my eye, a little glint of light and spar in the corner of my eye. I send Crabbe and Goyle out ahead of me and I slowly move to the front of the room to see a little gold necklace on the desk that appears to be broken. I look up to Snape to see his back turned and putting away a few jars, I realize this was the weasels and Grangers table. Having something of hers makes me a little too excited but without another thought I quickly snatch it from the table. Without another look I slip it into my pocket and head out of the room to Muggle studies telling myself I'll look at it later.

The nights are cold and silent in the boys dormitory, at least until about 2 A.M. Which is when most turn in. I look at my prefects badge in the light of my wand, alone in the large dorm. I the freezing piece of metal between my fingers and sigh. Of course I deserved this, I am an exceptional student when I try and then there is my blood status, and with Delores's position as headmistress, it was a guarantee that I would get it. But what infuriates me is that oh miss know it all from Gryffindor received one too, and she actually one hundred percent earned it, there was nothing at all on her side.

Why is she like that? Always better no matter what I do or say, she always rises above the expectations and standards. It would be so much easier to hate her if she where stupid or completely insufferable, which I just can't see anymore. Damnit, I can NOT start blurring the lines between the enemies after all these years, especially not after the Dark Lord has risen. Oh yes, the smart ones know he has returned, and of course I would know, my father witnessing the event. Then...there is the fact of becoming a death eater...Whether I want it or not I will be marked. I push the thoughts away. No. I will become a death eater. And I want to. It is what is expected of me, and I will serve the Dark Lord. Myabe if I keep telling myself this it will be true one day...

"Draco?" I hear my name from the now open door, wow how did I not see that? "You still awake?" Pansy. Yes. I am obviously awake, wow she can be dense, I'm over here with my arms waving in the air looking at the stupid pin, and of course I'm asleep. Asleep people also keep their wands cranked up to a blinding light. Yes Pansy, I am asleep.

"Yes." I bark, hoping she'll take the hint. Not tonight. I'm sure making out is better when you actually have feelings for the person. Ha, I'm a Malfoy, those feelings are for others.

"Well, I just wanted to say congrats on becoming prefect with me, I think we're going to get to know each other even better from now on."

I look up to the door where she is standing and see she is just wearing her school shirt with a tank top and her brown hair down. She's not bad looking, but then again I'm tired and she has nothing on Hermione in the looks department? God, did I really just think Hermione? And in a positive way? Wow, I need sleep.

"Yeah sure, I'll see you around Pansy." My wands light dies down and I roll over, hoping she'll get the hint this time.

"I mean I was hoping to...show you excited I am that you are a prefect with me..." The disappointment is evident in her voice. I just close my eyes.

"Another time Pansy, I'm tired." Why sugar coat it?

"Ok Draco, just so you know my door is always open." When I don't respond she just faintly sighs and closes the door leaving me once again to my thoughts. Maybe it would have been better to make out just a bit over being left to the hell that is my head and family...too late now.

'What the hell is that burning?' Is my first thought as I wake up. As it instantly It grows even hotter, I let out a small yelp, throw off the blanket and look to the center of my bear chest where the burning is concentrated. I see the mysterious little necklace I had completely forgotten stuck to my chest and both glowing and burning like molten lava. I pull it by its broken chain and it completely loses it heat, but not its glow, it just slightly dulls.

I look back down to my chest to definitely see a burn but it is slowly fading with a strange rapidity. I quickly pull the curtains of my bed closed, making sure I didn't wake up any of the boys, and look back to the damned thing I can only assume is a magical contraption. I study it at arm's length. When I saw it yesterday it was for sure a circle, but now it has seemed to have morphed into a more heart like shape. What kind of spell is this? I keep it far away from the bulk of my body but look closer when I see little letters engraved on one side. 'HG' I printed in fine cursive letters. Hermione Granger, obvious enough, but why the hell would it does the crazy stuff it did?

I flip it around and my jaw almost drops, in the same print it reads 'DM'

"Bloody Hell."

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