Chapter 1

A little magic never hurt anyone.

Or at least that's what Draco Malfoy had whispered in her ear before walking away.

Normally Hermione would have been able to think up a dictionary full of reasons why magic did indeed harm people, but right now all her neurons were focusing on a single thing that had nothing to do with pain.

Draco Malfoy's hair.

'This is fun,' Draco thought to himself as he walked through a hallway of hormonal teenagers. 'Nasty little children are all probably picturing me naked right now.'

'Through no fault of their own,' reminded his conscience that, ever since a ridiculously sexy slap Draco had received in third year from a certain bushy-haired girl, had decided to show up less and less. Draco honestly was surprised that it hadn't taken a permanent vacation to the Bahamas.

'They would be staring anyways' Draco reminded his conscience firmly. 'Besides, aren't you supposed to be sunbathing or drinking margaritas or something?'

'Yes, well' his conscience stuttered. After a few awkward moments it gave up with a 'You're right. What in the world am I doing here? I've got a hot date tonight. Don't bug me.' And with that his conscience left to better places.

'Like I ever do,' Draco thought to himself with a mental eye roll. He still couldn't believe that it had taken him 14 years to get rid of the little beggar.

With his conscience safely out of the way, Draco returned to his task at hand; find and seduce Hermione Granger.

Actually it should really have been labeled the task pending, considering he'd been working toward accomplishing it for the last 4 years.

Draco was nothing if not patient and determined.

'And sexy to boot' he thought as he winked at his ridiculously good-looking reflection in a nearby window.

Today was the day that Hermione Granger would be his. Of course, so was yesterday. And the day before. And all last week. In fact, not that it mattered, so were all the days since that life-changing slap of third year.

But his tactics had drastically changed in one major step; Draco had stopped listening to his father.

Lucius had always loved giving advice. He even wrote for an advice column in Witch Weekly under the name Lucia U Fulmoy (though he probably wouldn't even admit it under Veritaserum). And he was good. He was extremely good at telling anyone how to solve their problems.

Except Draco.

That didn't stop him from trying though.

So when Draco had asked him how to get a certain 'special someone' to notice him 'that way' Lucius had sat Draco down and proceeded to feed an excess of rubbish to a (somewhat) innocent, open-minded 14-year old.

Draco had come out of their little chat with the impression that all you had to do to get someone to notice you was to be mean to them.

Equipped with this information, Draco was good and ready to battle.

And battle he did. For the next few years. But one morning while his conscience was taking him through a biannual "checkup" and forcing him to relive the more gruesome experiences that came with being a Slytherin Prince and an all around sex god, Draco realized that this tactic not only was not working, it was having an effect opposite to the desired one.

And it only took him 4 years to figure it out.

This was when Draco had decided to switch tactics and use only his own ideas – and maybe some of Narcissa's. And Dumbledore's. And Blaise's. And…

Never mind.

He was using his (and a few other peoples') original ideas in a masterful plan that made Napoleon Bonaparte look like he was Barney, and today was the day that she would be his.

Finally Draco and his ever-growing group of overzealous admirers reached the library. Swiftly Draco closed the door and set up a few nasty charms so his followers (or anyone else for that matter) would have no desire whatsoever to enter.

He was going to be alone with Hermione Granger

Without even having to think Draco headed back to the table he knew that Hermione would be at.

'Stalking has its advantages,' he thought as he neared a bushy head of hair. And how true that sentence was.

For example, Draco knew that in Hermione's Charms class (9:00-12:00am on Tuesdays, Wednesday, and Thursday) Flitwick had assigned a 2-foot essay on the moral implication of using Freudian charms during psychology sessions. He also knew that Hermione would be researching that topic right at this very moment. But most importantly he knew that she wouldn't find a single thing.

Because he had checked out all the books regarding that topic not 3 hours ago.

Just as he had expected, Draco heard a low growl and saw Hermione's book snap shut. Lazily he sauntered over to her while pulling out a sheet of paper. Just as he expected the little witch heard his slow, deliberate footsteps and swiveled around to see who would dare approach her private study corner.

And just as he expected, once Hermione's delectable eyes caught sight of him, those two gems were not going any where until he made it otherwise.

'Oh yes,' Draco thought to himself. 'Today is definitely the day.'