I know, I know I need to update my other story. But this plot keeps running through my head and I couldn't help it. So, I have finally written it down. I'm going to update All My Mistakes soon promise! Happy Reading! ~Ace

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter obviously just this new plot stuck in my head.

Of Minor Stalking Tendencies and Obsession

He wasn't sure how it started all he knew was that it had been happening for a while now. Honestly, with all the rumors flying around he wondered why she wasn't more careful, or why her two Wonder-Sidekicks weren't doing exactly what he was doing right now. She was twenty-three years old and strolling through dark alleys and..well… everywhere…alone! When he had stumbled across her for the first time he was amazed at how she wasn't at all careful.

Stupid Gryffindors, honestly, if she could use a little more brains and less "courage" he wouldn't have to follow her around every night, stake-out her house, and…well….care…..ugh caring he was not meant for caring. Malfoys weren't supposed to care, they were supposed to coldly observe everyone else around them. That was something he couldn't quite grasp, how he could have developed a concern for her well-being, of all the people he could have developed a conscience about and it had to be her, the girl that he absolutely could not stand.

If his seventeen year old self could see him now, basically stalking the brains of the Golden Trio, he'd probably throw himself into the mental ward of St. Mungo's.

It really wasn't that big a deal. He was an auror and he was just doing his job, making sure that the main target of the supposed rising Death Eaters was safe. He wouldn't think about the fact that he couldn't sleep unless he knew she was safe in her house, and even then it was a light sleep outside her house using a warming charm or a rain deflecting charm.

One night he heard screaming from his spot outside her house so he rushed in only to find her thrashing around in her bed from a nightmare. He wasn't sure what he should do, he had never been in this situation before. Finally, he slowly approached her bed and stared down at the gorgeous..er…good looking?...no no Draco…at the brunette twenty-three year old. He tried desperately not to note how her sleeping shorts barely constituted as shorts, and how her tank top was riding up precariously high on her flat stomach.

Finally he put his hand in hers and used the other one to stroke her hair hoping and praying to anything Slytherin that she wouldn't wake up. But she didn't, she only calmed down and slept peacefully again. Just to make sure however, Draco sat in her plush arm chair watching her sleep the rest of the night. For her own safety of course, not because he liked to watch her while she slept. He slipped out just as the sun was rising so she had no idea he was there.

Of course, the fact that he spent every night there in that same position after that was not relevant. It was just that he noticed how weak her wards around her house were and he figured it was for her own safety.

Draco Malfoy, Slytherin Sex God, Prince of Slytherin, was not in love with Hermione Granger. He wasn't! He finally admitted to himself that he was attracted to her, but who wasn't? She was Hermione Granger, Gryffindor Princess, gorgeous and well sexy as Hell. She was a grown woman and she had definitely improved in her womanly attributes since they were at Hogwarts. She had become one of the most desirable women in the wizarding world. After Ronald Weasley left her for Lavender Brown, which was dumb if you asked him, because why would you trade someone with brains and looks for someone who had looks but was as dumb as a doorknob.

He had finally gotten so low as to he couldn't concentrate on his job during the day because he was thinking about the stupid muggleborn brunette. He couldn't imagine what his father would say if he knew that his only son was..no not obsessed…but …well…infatuated? Concerned? Yes concerned, for Hermione Granger of all people.

His stalking tendencies continued for a while and so did his creepish watching of her sleep. Another night about two weeks later, he was again watching her sleep when she had a nightmare. She hadn't had one since that first night, but he could tell it was a bad one. Just like that first night he approached her with the same amount of trepidation. And grabbed her hand, but instead of peacefully falling out of the nightmare like he had expected she awoke with a start. Her brown eyes instantly found his gray in the dark and widening in surprise. She took in his pale blonde hair, tired sleep deprived eyes, and muggle jean/muggle t-shirt clad body.

Draco quickly let go of her hand but kept his calm demeanor. They stared at each other for a while neither backing down. Finally Draco spoke.

"For the brightest witch of our age you aren't very smart, your wards suck, see how easy I was able to get in? You should fix those, and stop walking through dark alleys by your-self. Haven't Potter and Weasel told you about the group of want-to-be Death Eaters attacking people? Honestly, you need to be more careful Granger," he humphed the last bit.

Granger's brows rose a bit and it seemed as if she wasn't going to respond so he turned to leave.

"Thanks Malfoy," she whispered so quietly he almost didn't hear.

He turned back around to face her and fixed her with a studying gaze.

"I mean it stay away from dark corners at night, fix your wards, get those two bafoons that you call sidekicks to walk with you, and don't be an idiot," he grumbled and then left.

As soon as he was out of her house he disapparated back to his extravagant flat. He had moved out of the manor a while ago living with his nagging mother and moody father had gotten quite annoying.

He collapsed onto his sofa in his living area and closed his eyes trying to will away any thoughts and images of Granger. As he was laying there his three month old Great Dane puppy Mishka, jumped up next to him and licked his face. His eyes flashed open and he glared at the dog. She ignored him and flopped onto his lap rolling over for Draco to rub her stomach. Mishka had been given to him by his friend Blaise in an attempt to "humanize him somewhat," the Bloody Prick. Now he was stuck with an annoying mutt, who seemed to think Draco had nothing better to do than pay attention to her. The dog ate more than a cow. She always seemed to be hungry and Draco was pretty sure the gray and white dog was smarter than it let on. Just the other day Draco had locked her in the laundry room with millions of toys, food water, and a bed and when he got home Mishka attacked him knocking him to the ground and licking his face. He never figured out how she got out.

Blaise, the git, was concerned that Draco needed someone else in his life. He was convinced that if he pushed enough Draco would finally decide to not be the arrogant prat he was and settle down, Draco had no idea where he got that idiotic notion from. The Italian man was a nuisance and constantly showed up at Draco's flat unannounced and ate his food.

The doorbell rang.

Speak of the devil.

Draco didn't bother getting up to answer the door he knew that his Italian friend would barge in without consent anyways. And he was right, the dark-haired man thrust the door open and stalked into the room.

"Draco mate, where are you?" Blaise shouted loudly as he came into the room.

Draco raised his arm pathetically from the couch with now sleeping dog on top of him. Blaise snorted at the sight and plopped down on one of his chairs.

"So where have you been? You haven't been home in a while I keep trying to floo you."

He glared at the Italian, who was smirking.

"Shut it Zabini, I am not obsessed with her."

The Italian smirked even more.

"Sure you aren't mate," he grinned devilishly and then when Draco didn't say anything his stomach grumbled.

"Well I don't know about you but I'm starved so I'm going to see what food you have."

Blaise didn't wait for him to respond just went into his kitchen and started going through his food. Draco glared at the sleeping dog on top of him, and then the ceiling. When did he get so unlucky that he cared about the stupid muggleborn Granger, he had a best friend that wouldn't leave him alone and knew about said obsession…er caring, and had an obnoxious dog that thought he was a pillow. Could his life get any worse?