A/n This is my first fic and well be nice on criticism. Which i dont mind cuz i want to make this enjoyable to read!! please review i know its annoying but it helps and brightens all writers day! well i hope u enjoy

She was doing it again. She was thinking about him, the way he walked, the way he talked, and the way he smelled. She couldn't stand it, it was driving her insane. She wanted him that was all she'd accept. Hermione couldn't bring herself to think she actually cared for him. She couldn't! Hermione had been repeating that to herself for the last month…it wasn't helping.

It was there 7th year and this should have been the best year ever. Well it wasn't. She was head girl and that had been her dream since her first night at Hogwarts. The problem was the head boy. Draco Malfoy the man invading her mind, haunting her. She didn't understand why she wanted Malfoy, and she couldn't handle not knowing her own feelings. It was worse seeing him everyday and having to talk to him about head duties. Especially since she had liked him since the middle of last year even after knowing he was probably a death eater. And to her horror, he wasn't. He wasn't a death eater and he had fought by her side betraying everything he believed. Hermione didn't know it but that was when it had all started, her feelings grew. She couldn't help it. And now it was just inevitable, she was going to make a fool of herself. She knew she would..eventually.

'Speaking of the devil' thought hermione.

"Granger" Draco nodded.

"Malfoy" for Merlin's sake does the man have to look so fine in his Quidditch uniform?

"Are you alright Granger?" Malfoy smirked, she was checking him out.

"yea what do you care Malfoy?" Great he figured me out…

"well im off"

Hermione finally breathed when the portrait closed. This was going to be harder then she thought. It'd be so much easier if she didn't have to see him…or if he was ugly like a toads arse. What aggravated Hermione the most was knowing it was impossible, they were so wrong for each other, not to mention he hated her.

Draco walked down to the pitch lost in his thoughts. 'Could she have been checking me out? Doesn't she still hate me. What do I care she's a mudblood and unworthy of my thoughts. But you want her anyway' answered that evil voice he had tried to shut up for 2 years now. He wanted her he knew that, but it was just because he could have her. That was it nothing more. He wanted a nice fuck and get it over with. Get her out of his mind. Move on. 'Is that REALLY what you want?' YES Draco yelled at himself that's it nothing more. I can't want more. Its impossible and im a pureblood we don't belong. She hates me and what would father say?

'He can't say anything Draco because he's dead. You fought for dumbledore what do you care now? You showed you're not like your father. Who cares if you're falling for Hermione?' GRANGER !!! He thought GRANGER..when did she become Hermione? She's driving me crazy.

He had to admit she was gorgeous. He couldn't stop looking at her. She had grown up. She had filled out in all the right places. Her breast were perfect her curves. He couldn't tear his eyes away from her. What he loved the most were her eyes. Those chocolate eyes that he found himself drowning in every time she was around. He could never get tired of looking into her eyes. The way they got dark when she was mad, the way they lit up when she was excited. He had grown to learn all her expressions. The way she bit her lip almost all the time. The way she lost track of time reading. He was truly scared at the things he knew about the head girl without even talking to her about anything other then school. But he couldn't help it, she took his breath away, and that scared him, scared him more then he had been scared in his entire life.

When Draco finally reached the pitch he was still lost in thought. He had come to the conclusion that YES he wanted the head girl but then the one question that scared him came flying out. 'Will you be able to let her go after you've had her?' He didn't want to answer that. He couldn't believe he was feeling so confused over someone he had hated for so long…not to mention someone that doesn't want him back.' you don't know that. She doesn't know the real you' that annoying voice answered.

SHUT UP Draco yelled at himself

NO! you want her you need her to feel complete accept it. You wont be able to let her go'

I will let her go I'll fuck her and let her go

'Will you really be able to see her in the hands of another? Could you stand back and watch her be held by scar face? Will you lose her to HIM?'

"Draco you alright" Goyle asked

"HUH?" Draco got snapped back into reality

"nothing you just looked like you were going to kill someone"

"nothing mind your own business you fat loaf now come on we have to train."

With that Draco kicked off on his broom but he couldn't think about the small ball he had to find and he wasn't paying attention to his team. He was having a battle with himself. He knew that the thought of hermione with anyone drove him mad. She couldn't be with anyone. She was his. 'No she's not because you're too chicken to go after her.'

Draco growled. Thank god no one could hear him. They would have sent him to St. Mungo's in a heartbeat. Even if he was insane he had decided to go after the head girl. He knew it was retarded and impossible but he had to. He couldn't think of spending the rest of his life not knowing if it would have worked. Hell he didn't think he could go another month without ravaging her mouth. He needed her, he couldn't deny it anymore he had for the last 2 years. He wanted the head girl and that's exactly what he was going to do and if Potter had finally noticed that Granger was a goddess then he'd have to fight Draco to get her.

With that he saw the shiny gold ball and caught it. For the first time in anyone's memory Draco Malfoy was smiling.

This year was going to be unforgettable.

The next day at breakfast Hermione was off again thinking about the handsome Slytherin prince and how she was going to have to check herself into St. Mungo's soon from obsession. Hermione decided she was obsessed. What else would you call knowing his scent? Sandlewood and the sound he made when he walked. She knew every elegant curve of his aristocratic face. She knew the beginning and the end of his trade mark smirk. She had memorized the way his hair fell in his face, since he had stopped slicking it back, in her opinion this just made him more irresistible. she loved the way his brows would move together when he was thinking. She loved the way he held himself.. So confident. Hermione knew she wanted him, she knew that she'd go insane if she didn't have him. She was scared shitless, knowing that she'd give him her virginity without thinking twice just to be with him. She wasn't supposed to be so reckless, then again that's probably what attracted him to her the way he made her lose control. First it was her anger she couldn't control her temper, and now she couldn't control herself. She wanted to lose herself in those gray orbs. She wanted to forget everything. She knew that she wanted more then sex and she knew that she was falling for him. It was hopeless. She was falling inlove with the arrogant ferret who caused her soo much pain, had called her a mudblood more times then she could ever count. Who would have thought that her first love would be so impossible??

She sighed in frustration knowing that the person she loved was so close yet so impossible to reach. 'just great Hermione this has got to be the stupidest thing you've ever done falling for the one person who cant stand your mere existence.'

She got up and left not noticing the pair of gray eyes that followed her.

Draco had noticed that something was wrong, he had also noticed that Potter had been sitting extremely close to Hermione. 'could they be together?' draco asked himself. 'well how do you expect to find out if you don't ask her?' with a determined look he left to find the head girl. He wasn't ready to tell her how he felt but he couldn't stand the thought of her being with Potter. She had to be his.

Draco found hermione sitting under the tree by the lake, looking lost confused just like he felt.

"Granger"

"Malfoy" 'God couldn't he just disappear while I get over him?' Hermione thought

"Granger what's up with you and scarface?" Draco held his breath for the inevitable…

"What?! What are you talking about?"

"don't give me that, are you two actually going out?" 'Damn' he didn't want to sound like and arse but the thougth of potter's hands on his hermione made his blood boil.

"not like its any of your business, but no we're not together, we're just friends. What do you care who I'm with or not anyway Malfoy?"

"I don't" 'that was smooth' draco scolded himself

"whatever malfoy just leave me alone I don't feel like talking to anyone..specially you.

WHY OH WHY did he have to stand there looking so fine, so drop dead gorgeous, he was making this harder for her. Hermione couldn't breathe, this was great just faint in front of him. That'll make your day. She got up to leave before she said or did something stupid.

Right before she walked off, she felt a hand on her arm and the world stopped. All that mattered was the Draco was touching her making her feel things she didn't think she could feel just by that small gesture.

"what do you want malfoy?"

"I.." it was the first time Draco couldn't think of anything to say. All he could think about was never letting her go.

"you what?" she was so confused could it be that he thought of her more then just a mudblood?

"get your hands off her you ferret. Hermione are you ok?"

"um.. Yea im fine Harry we..were just um talking right dr..Malfoy?"

'She was going to call me Draco.. could it be? Maybe she's seen me for more then the arrogant little pureblood I used to be.' Draco then realized they were waiting for him to answer

"yea we were just talking keep your scar on potter, we'll finish this conversation in our common room Granger"

And with that he left, his mind a confused jumble of thoughts.

"Hermione what's going on?" Harry was pissed, why had hermione left to talk to malfoy alone? What in the world was going on?

"nothing is going on, I was just sitting here and he came out then we started talking" Hermione wasn't even sure what had just happened, but she could swear that for a small second it seemed that just maybe Draco felt the same way she did. Could it be?

"well why were you going to call him Draco?"

"what? I don't know ok Harry what is this the third degree?" she needed to get to the common room she needed to talk to draco.

"Harry I have to go ok, im not feeling like myself. I'll see you around."

And with that she left a very confused harry potter standing alone.

When she finally got to the portrait she was out of breath, confused, and couldn't get her head off the head boy and how she would do anything to have him touch her again.

She walked in preparing herself for whatever it was they had to finish.