Hello! Just FYI this is my first Fanfiction ever. I've read a bunch of them and have finally decided to write one of my own. I hope to have another chapter posted soon, tell me what you think of this one :)

This was the first day of the new school year. He was supposed to be having fun, catching up with his housemates, or trying to score with some of the more flirtatious fifth years on campus. But no, he couldn't keep his mind (or his eyes) off the know-it-all, bushy haired, mudblood at the bloody Gryffindor table.

Why, oh why was this happening to me! I'm too good for her! I'm a pureblood and she's just a lowly mudblood. She doesn't even deserve to be in my presence much less occupying my every thought… but just look at her; she's radiant. So Beautiful.

"Let the Feast begin!" Dumbledore's voice yanked him out of his reverie and back to the excited chatter of his fellow Slytherins. He ate his meal while his thoughts drifted back to the Gryffindor Princess, no longer fighting them but accepting them for what they were. He, Draco Malfoy, was in love with Hermione Granger, and there was nothing he could do about it.

He couldn't deny any longer that he wanted to be the one to make her smile, not those two oafs Potter and Weasley. He wanted her to look at him with something other than loathing. He wanted to tell her all his secrets and hear all of hers. But he couldn't because of this pathetic war that frankly, he didn't even see the point of fighting in anymore.

As everyone stood to leave Draco once again was brought back to reality and made for the door. He stood and joined the crowd funneling out of the Great Hall, only to be shoved from behind by wonder boy and his sidekick ginger.

"Whoops. Didn't see you there Ferret." Sneered Potter while Weasley snickered and Hermione looked on, a hint of embarrassment coloring her cheeks. Being taken by surprise of her sudden proximity, Draco could only glare at Potter and walk away, hoping to Merlin that Hermione didn't notice the longing in his eyes when he glanced at her.

Draco walked down the familiar corridors of the dungeons and into Slytherin Common Room, where he made himself comfortable on the black leather couch and started a fire to try to combat the chill in the air. Just as his heart was settling to a normal pace Pansy droped down on the couch beside him and placed her hand on his leg.

"I haven't seen you all summer Drakie. Why don't we go to your room and catch up. I learned some new things that I've been dying to do with you!" she whispered seductively in his ear.

"I told you this last year Pansy, I'm not interested in riding the village bike anymore. Why don't you go find someone else to whore around with."

"Oh come on Drakie! You know we always have fun together." She murmured in his ear as her hand assuredly slid towards the apex of his thighs.

"I said no!" Draco yelled as he shot up and walked to his chambers, ignoring the questioning looks he received from his housemates. He had told Pansy he didn't want to sleep with her anymore, but he didn't tell her why he was no longer interested.

He tried using her last year to forget about his blossoming feelings for the Gryffindor, but every time he looked down at Pansy as he was pumping in and out of her he could only imagine Hermione. The only way he could even come to completion was by imaging it was Hermione that was mewling beneath him, that they were her legs wrapped around him, and that it was her screaming out his name as she crashed into the wall of ecstasy, clamping down around his cock and bringing him to his own orgasm.

But when it was all said and done, it was Pansy lying in his arms breathless and sweaty, and Draco's heart would yearn for Hermione all the more. He would always regret their escapades the moment they were finished because it only made him realize what he would never have with Hermione. So, he made a decision; he would have Hermione, or he would have nobody.