Chapter One

Draco Malfoy had been dreaming, rather loudly, of her for months! His dreams were getting rather detailed, which was driving his fellow roommates mad! So Blaise Zabini placed the imperius curse on Malfoy, making him write a letter confessing his love for her. Telling her everything he loves about her, how long he has felt this way about her, even the intimate things he dreamt about them doing! Zabini even manipulated Malfoy into giving her the letter himself!

As Malfoy entered potions, one lazy afternoon, he felt queasy and nervous, as he watched her walk into the room. She looked beautiful, as she always did, when he saw her around the castle lately.

As he watched her walk on by him, his heart began to race for three reasons; one, Blaise kept nudging him and she drew closer and closer to them. Two, she accidently bumped into him on her way passed him; pausing briefly to apologize. And three, the only available seat left was in front of him.

"Will you stop nudging me you arsehole!" Draco hissed at Blaise through gritted teeth and a deadly glare.

"Lighten up Draco!" Blaise chided, "You're way to tense over this, everything will be fine." He finished, trying to get his friend to loosen up. "It's not that big a deal, you're just giving-" Blaise was cut off, by a whack upside the back of his head. "OW! You prick that hurt!" Blaise exclaimed, as he rubbed the back of his head, eyeing Draco out the corner of his eye.

"Good!" Draco snapped, through gritted teeth. "Then maybe you'll keep your bloody mouth shut!" He finished with a demonic growl.

"Is there a problem Mr. Malfoy?" Potions Master Slughorn asked, slightly resembling a senile walrus.

Draco, who hadn't realized class had already begun, looked at Professor Slughorn and around at the rest of the class. "No Professor, everything is fine, sorry." Draco uttered sincerely, as he felt all eyes on him. Blaise next to him; chuckling lightly, as he saw Draco being called out in front of the class, Draco then stomped on Blaises foot to further his pain.

"Very well then. As I was saying; you will be in need of Lavender and Valerian Sprigs for this potion…." Slughorn continued on as Malfoy stopped listening. Yet again, he was nudged by Blaise, who was smirking and flashing his eyes toward her. Draco looked confused, as Blaise kept mouthing the work 'look' to Malfoy, as he kept flashing his eyes toward her. Finally, Malfoy looked toward her, and saw what Blaise was smirking at.

Everyone had begun to get up and collect the ingredients needed for the potion, and as usual, his crush had removed her cloak, to make moving easier while brewing. But today, she must have been wearing a uniform a size to small because, her lacey thong straps were visible above her waistband.

Draco's eyes widened and his cheeks flushed at the sight of her thong straps. Of all days, he thought, why today? Blaise chuckled at Malfoy, who Blasie assumed, was all hot and bothered. Malfoy only ever imagined or fantasized about her wearing underwear like that, but to now know she actually does, drove him crazy.

"Emerald green, your favorite color Draco." He scoffed, nudging his friend, who was too busy imagining the various things he could be doing with her at that moment.

After a minute or two in his own little world, Blaise shook him back into reality, at which point Malfoy finally spoke. "Oh God…" He groaned longingly, as he rubbed his face with his hands, before turning to face Blaise. "As if this wasn't going to be difficult enough, now I'm going to have to do it with a raging hard on. Fantastic."

Blaise busted out laughing so hard he almost fell off his stool. Once he regained his composure he prodded Malfoy, "You should tell her, before someone less caring tells her in front of the whole class." Draco looked at Blaise as though he just suggested castration to him, which if he knew her well enough, and he's sure he does, might be the end result.

"Are you mental!" he exclaimed, pushing his friends arm, "You do it!"

"No see, because if I tell her, I will announce it in front of the whole class. I don't think you want me to do that." Blaise chortled, hinting that the end result would be bad for Draco in the long run. "Come one Draco, grow a pair! You are doing a kindness, not being an arsehole." Blaise countered, pushing Draco to his feet. Draco turned around and hissed at Blaise, "I fucking hate you!"

Even though she was only two feet away from him, he felt like he walked forever before finally reaching her. He tapped her on her shoulder, and begun to get nervous. "Oh, Draco." She said as she spun around. "What did you want?"

"You might want to put your cloak back on, or pull your sweater down." He begun, hoping she would get his hints. When it was obvious she didn't, he moved closer to her, and whispered, "Your thong straps are showing. I thought you might like to know."

Her face went extremely red, and she rushed to pull her sweater down. "Oh my… Thank you Draco!" she exclaimed, giving him a grateful look.

His heart melted, her look was so warm and loving, and it made him smile. "Don't mention it." He replied, as he made his way back to his table.

"You lazy sot!" Malfoy shouted at Blaise, who hadn't moved since they sat down at the beginning of class. "You couldn't have gotten the ingredients for the Sleeping Draught?" He ranted on, looking at the shocked look that had replaced the smirk, on Blaise's face. "Bloody waste of skin; go and get the ingredients for the potion!"

As Blaise stalked off towards the ingredient shelves, Draco began pulling out his potions equipment, while muttering to himself. "Useless… Lazy bastard… Do everything myself…" For the rest of the class Blaise and Malfoy worked silently on their Sleeping Draught. Except for the few times Blaise tried to help, and Draco scolded him.

Finally, Slughorn called the end of class, which made Draco more nervous than ever. "Good luck mate." Blaise said to Malfoy as he left the classroom.

Malfoy took his time packing up his materials, to ensure that she would be the last one in the room with him. He watched her, as she started to make her way towards Potter and Weasel, before he called her name.

"Granger!" He called, looking uncomfortable; something Draco Malfoy did not wear well.

"Yes Malfoy?" she replied sheepishly, as she turned to look at her childhood tormentor.

"Could I have a word with you?" He asked nervously, as he looked from her to the two cretins she calls friends.

Before she could answer, Malfoy saw Harry and Ron reenter the room, as back up for Hermione. So he quickly added, "Alone." Harry tensed up, he had a bad feeling about leaving Hermione alone with Malfoy. However, Hermione just looked at Malfoy with concern and confusion; he looked a lot paler to her today. Maybe, she thought, it was the sight of her underwear showing making him sick.

She quickly glanced back at Harry and Ron, nodding her head to tell them it was okay to leave her there. "Please tell Professor McGonagall I may be a minute or two late to class!" She called after them hoping they heard her. She turned back to Malfoy with a quizzical look on her face. She stared at him, as he wrung his hands together and was shuffling his feet, wondering why he looked so scared and nervous.

"Draco?" she said softly, as she set her books down on a nearby desk, so she could move closer to him, to inspect his face for signs of illness. Draco stiffened a little, in more than one way, as she approached him so cautiously. God he loved the way she said his name! It flowed through his ears and his heart like a song, no, a lullaby! It was such a soothing sound to him that he could have just melted at her feet. Somehow he maintained his composure, as well as he was when he asked to speak with her at least. "Draco, are you feeling alright? You look a little ill." She spoke softly as she moved a little closer to him, reaching her hand out to touch his forehead to check for a fever.

Malfoy stumbled backwards into one of the cauldrons on the table behind him, afraid if she touched him he might get even more roused, and she would notice and potentially laugh at him. After his little fumble against the cauldron, he straightened himself up and he reached into his robe pocket for the letter he wrote her.

Hermione instinctively reached for her wand and pulled it out, pointing it at his chest and said, "Stop right there." Malfoy froze as he saw the fear and anger combination on her face. "What are you reaching for?" She asked with sternness in her voice that matched that of Professor McGonagall's.

Draco swallowed hard, and uttered, "It's a letter for you, from me. It's in my left inside pocket, if you want to get it yourself." His voice cracked with nervousness as he spoke to her. He knew she was fast with her wand and that she was intelligent enough to not get caught if she decided to jinx or curse him, so he remained as still as a statue.

Hermione made her way carefully over to him, keeping her wand level at his chest until she got closer to him, at which time she lowered her wand to his private area. "Just in case you want to try anything funny. I know boys think of their parts as precious jewels, so I doubt you'll try anything." She said flatly as she looked him in the eye with a cold expression, daring him to try her nerve.

Draco however, was torn between feeling two things. One, was pure fear from her wand being pointed at his private area; and two, was pure excitement from her hand being that close to his private area. He contemplated pretending to stumble forward into her, so she would accidently touch him there. Then decided she might actually curse off his member and decided against it.

As he felt Hermione reach inside his left pocket, he felt her graze his side, and the two of them turned bright red. Draco could feel his lower half growing at an alarming rate, and started to panic. Hermione was distracted by how hard his upper body was. She always assumed he was scrawny underneath his robes, but he's not. He is all muscle underneath his robes, which drove her mad! 'Why does the most attractive guy at Hogwarts have to hate me, and have a body like a Greek God? Why!' she thought to herself.

Finally, Hermione fished in his pocket and found the letter. She quickly pulled it out of his pocket and backed away enough to where she felt safe, and thrust the letter at him. "Open it, and take it out of the envelope, please." She demanded politely, with a cold look on her face.

Draco was so confused. Did muggles not know how receiving letters worked? He looked at her nervously, and stuttered, "B-but… You…You're supposed to open it… That's how a letter works." He did his best not to sound like he was being condescending, because he wasn't trying to be, he was just confused by her reaction.

"Draco, you have tormented me relentlessly for five years. Do you honestly think I am going to be naïve about you giving me a letter? You could have jinxed it, or put a charm on it to give me pustules or something!" She started, looking almost as confused as Draco was. "If there is nothing that can harm me from opening this letter, you should have no problem opening it for me." She finished feeling confident she had caught him in trying to humiliate her.

Draco was kind of hurt that she thought he jinxed the letter he wrote her, but he understood why she thought that. "Alright," he began, as he started tearing the envelope open. "I'll open it for you, but I did not do anything to the letter." He finished looking for a little change in her expression, but she remained impassive.

He tore open the envelope, and began to remove the contents for her. After the letter itself was removed from the envelope, he shook both to show that there was nothing for her to fear. He even flipped through the pages to show that there was nothing jinxed, charmed, or even cursed about the letter.

When Hermione made a grab for the letter, Draco went red and pulled it away from her. "You can't read it here." He began, nervously looking at her, as he tucked the letter back into the envelope.

"Why not?" she demanded, wearing the expression Ron wore during Transfiguration finals. "What is it about?" She inquired, hoping he would at least give her a summary of the letter.

"You'll find out later, when you read it in the privacy of your curtained off bed." He hinted, with a pleading look on his face. "Please just do me the favor of reading it when you are alone? I know I don't deserve the kindness of it, but please don't read it until you are alone. I have to go or Professor Vector will have my head on a stick. Please, don't read it until you're alone." Draco finished as he was rushing out of the classroom, with Blaise waiting outside the door for him.

Hermione stood there alone and confused for all of thirty seconds, before remembering that she had Transfiguration to get to before McGonagall took points away from her house. As she sped down the corridors, and up the staircases; the only thing she was thinking was 'I didn't know Draco took Arithmancy.'