Chapter One

Draco's POV

Four years. Four fucking years of my life. Wasted. On her. Why? Oh why did she have to become slightly attractive? She has to be an enchantress because every single fucking thing she does entices me! Seeing her again after summer is torture.

Especially since she's with him. Seeing her on the train: laughing at his jokes, holding his hand… it made my blood boil. She should be mine. No. she WILL be mine. This year I've made her my personal mission. I always get what I want. The Malfoy family ALWAYS gets what it wants.

I heard the little vixen before I saw her, walking in holding Weaselbee's hand. He kissed heras they sat down and I saw red, taking my frustration out on my sausage as I speared it on my fork.

Just as Dumbledore asked for silence Granger leant over the table and kissed the Weasel on the cheek. Anger swelled inside me as I slammed my fork into the table as hard as I could. "FUCK! Great fucking Merlin's beard!" Blaise screamed.

The whole hall turned in our direction. The fork I thought had gone into the table was in fact in Blaise's hand. "You motherfucker! It's in my hand you sperm count!" People around us started laughing, even Dumbledore looked amused. "For Salazar Slytherin's sake! Get this fork out my fucking hand you dragon anal fluff!"

"Sorry mate," I said after finding my voice again.

"SORRY? You put a fork in my HAND! What the fuck mate! What IS that? Is that a fucking SAUSAGE in my hand? You couldn't be arsed to eat before you fucking stabbed me? Don't just sit there like a mandrake root and stare! SOMEONE get this fucking fork OUT of my hand NOW! I'm in more pain then a person being attacked by a rogue Grindylow!"

Crabbe lent forward and pulled the fork out before quickly eating the sausage. "Thank Merlin's arse for that!"

"Mr Malfoy would you please escort Mr Zabini to the to the hospital wing?" I got up and helped Blaise up before hastily retreating. As we made our escape, I faintly heard Dumbledore fading voice, "I don't think my opening speech will be quite as amusing as Mr Zabini's outburst but I shall give it a go…"

Half an hour later and Blaise's hand was bandaged and both he and Draco were sitting in the Hospital Wing eating some dinner. "How's your hand mate?" Draco asked timidly.

"Feels like it's been stabbed with a fork."

"I said I'm sorry what more do you want?"

"Yeah… well why did you stab my hand?"

"I meant to stab the table"

"OK, whatever. Why did you go to stab the table?"

"I was angry."

"No shit Sherlock. I figured that out as soon as I got over the pain and shock of a fucking fork being shoved into my hand. But why were you so angry?"

"I saw Weaselbee and Granger smooching and it just made me so mad that someone as disgusting as that mudblood loving ginger could get a girlfriend before me!" It wasn't the entire truth nor was it a complete lie.

"Ah I see."

"You see what?"

"You like someone but they either don't want you or they already have a boyfriend." I stared at him in complete amazement. "How do you do that? Know exactly what's wrong?"

"It's a gift…" Blaise said as a cheeky grin formed on his face, "But it also helps when your my best mate. So who is it you like?" I resisted the urge to tell him even though he was my best friend and he should know I still couldn't tell him.

Slytherins hate everyone except out owns, especially Griffindors. "I can't tell you… but I can tell you she's the most beautiful girl in the wizarding world. She's smart, funny… she knows how to stand up for herself… she's perfect." I finished with a smile on my face as I thought of her. "Woah. I have to meet this girl. It's not every day you hear Draco Malfoy describe anything but himself as perfect." Blaise said smirking again.

"Shut up! I knew I shouldn't have told you anything…" I said blushing slightly. Wait. Malfoys don't blush for anyone.

"No, honestly dude I'm happy for you. I've seen you go through shit before. What with your Dad and Aunt and everything, and I'm happy to see you finally being serious about something instead of mucking around like most of the time. So how do you plan on getting this fair maiden?"

"She might not be a fair maiden for long if her boyfriend has anything to do with it."

"Oh, I see…" Blaise paused before continuing, "Well you can always do the whole seducing thing. It worked for my Uncle and his fifth wife."

"Seducing thing?"

"Yeah. Be all seductive. You know… tease her make sure she's getting hot for you. So whenever she's near you she goes crazy and all thoughts of her boyfriend go out of the window."

"Hmmm…sounds like a plan. Hey, dude how come you know so much about sex and girls and shit?"

"Again it's a gift. But having a family of men that constantly changes their wives and mistresses do come in handy."

"Ah, I see…"

"Come on man let's get back to the common room and hatch our daring plan – start thinking how to put it into action."

"I would but I'm –"

"- Head boy, oh I totally forgot, which is a surprise as you have been going on about it a bit," Blaise said interrupting me with his usual smirk as we headed out of the hospital wing.

"Shut up. So I won't be going to our common room since I have my own dormitory" I said bragging slightly.

"Alright! No need to rub it in. Especially when I have to share with Crabbe and Goyle ."

"Haha! I wonder who head girl is? I hope to Merlin it isn't Pansy Parkinson. I've only just managed to get shot of her!"

"Yeah, she is rather annoying. I could have told you who had girl is but unfortunately some idiot stabbed me with a fork."

"Alright! Alright! I guess I should go find out…" I said turning to leave…

"Dude, gimme the password! I wasn't there remember?"

"Oh yeah it's "pureblood". I'll see you tomorrow."

"Depends who's head girl…" Blaise said with a wink as he headed down a flight of stairs, heading in the direction of the dungeons. I grinned and headed up the stairs the Head's dormitories were on the sixth floor. As I approached the dormitory I began to feel nervous. What if Pansy Parkinson was Head Girl? Or even worse Lavender Brown? Or that psycho Romilda Vane?

Once outside the painting that concealed the entrance to the Head's quarters I shook my head in an attempt to rid himself of nervous thoughts. "Cauldron Cakes," I muttered and the portrait swung open. I hesitantly climbed through to the shared common room.

It was a very grand space decorated in soft creams and harsh greys. There was a marble fireplace with a grey loveseat placed directly in front of it. Cream drapes and cushions also adorned the room, accompanied by a wooden table with leather armchairs and a beautiful rustic writing desk with desk chair. The whole room had the feel of classic elegant beauty to it.

But the rooms beauty was nothing compared to that of the beauty that emerged through the door on the right. Her golden wavy hair, which bounced so lightly as she walked now had a heavenly glow as the light from the crystal chandelier shone down upon it.

She was the epitome of beauty, he thought, as she leant against the door frame. She radiated confidence and knowledge. She was like a Greek goddess. She was Hermione Granger… and she was talking to me. Bollocks! I must look like a right Hippogriff just standing here staring. Now is the time to say something Draco!

"The chandelier is shiny." OMG! 'The chandelier is shiny'. Of course its shiny it's made of crystal!

"Well it's nice to know your being serious about your position. I should have known you hadn't changed; after all you are a Malfoy. Only a fool would accept more!" Great now I've pissed her off! Hang on, wait a second! She just insulted me, and my family. No one insults a Malfoy!

"Now hang on a minute Granger. Did you honestly think I would change? How long have we known each other? Six years now…" I took a step towards her and her body moved slightly to the left and away from the door. Aha. I had her trapped.

I took another step towards her and saw a flash of fear in her warm brown eyes. I lowered my voice to a more seductive tone and continued, "…and in those six long years have I changed?" I took another step until I was right in front of her.

I leaned towards her and saw her lick her lips. God, I want to take her right now. I pressed my body against hers and was delighted to hear her breathing become heavier. I leaned further in so I could stare directly into her eyes and placed my hands either side of her head.

"Well Granger I believe I asked you a question."

"N..n..no." She stuttered looking directly at me.

"So what you said was stupid. Wasn't it?"

"Y..yes," she said sounding out of breath. She sounded so sexy like that. Her breath fanned my face. It was so sweet. Enticed, I couldn't help but lean in further in.

"So you should apologize to me for saying such mean, awful things." My voice was low, seductive, teasing her. She started to lean towards me. Our lips inches apart. I pulled back. She pouted. God, what was she doing to me? She felt the same! She has too!

"Tell me your sorry." I commanded.

"I'm sorry", she whispered .

"Good girl."

And I kissed her. I couldn't believe it. I, Draco Malfoy, heir to the richest wizarding company was kissing her, Hermione Granger, muggle born. And she was kissing me back! Her hands moved to my hair pulling me closer. She moaned as I slid my tongue into her mouth deepening the kiss further. One of her hands left my hair and slid down my back to grasp my bum.

She used that hand to pull me even closer. I groaned as my erection pressed into her. Then she stopped. She leant back and placed her hands by her sides. I tried to look into her eyes again but she wouldn't look at me. Then she slapped me. My head jerked to the side and I stepped back clutching my now burning cheek.

"I have a boyfriend Malfoy. I will not be one of your playthings." Then she turned and marched back through the door she came through slamming it so hard that the chandelier jingled, leaving me standing there.

Alone.