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Chapter 1
Draco Malfoy was pissed. Even worse, he was randy and pissed. Obviously Granger had no idea what she was doing. Saint Granger's most nefarious thoughts would never wander in the direction that Draco's did every time he saw her now. Stupid, stupid, stupid he told himself daily, but he couldn't help looking forward to potions every Monday and Thursday with the Gryffindors. Luckily no one noticed his increased enthusiasm for the course since he had always excelled at potions, not to mention his biweekly golden trio taunting.
Draco's carnal interest in Granger was sparked one Thursday as he was lounging at his bench, happily watching Potty and the Weasel fuck up their Befuddlement Draught, having finished his own potion ages before. Slughorn really was an idiot, he thought, a competent third year could brew this draught, and 6th year was supposed to be NEWT prep. He sighed and his eyes wandered to Granger who was partnered with Longbottom again. Smart move Granger, he smirked. She had finished early because she had only allowed the dunce to cut up the ingredients, while she herself did the actual brewing. She was using her extra time, shockingly, to read ahead in her Arithmancy textbook. The extended edition was so large, she was using her knees to prop the book up while she studied. Her school approved knee length skirt had ridden up to expose a bit of lace around her left thigh. Draco's eyes widened and he stifled a gasp, then looked around to see if anyone else had seen. All of the other students were too busy finishing their potions to notice Grangers slip up. She shifted further down in her seat and the band of lace at the top of her stocking was exposed as well as a sliver of golden flesh. His mouth went dry. "Oh fuck," he thought. "Since when does Granger wear thigh highs?" The bell rang and she leapt out of her seat, shoved her enormous book into her bag, and dragged the dimwitted duo to their next lesson, taking her gorgeous legs with her, now properly covered by her regulation pleated grey skirt. As soon as she left, he managed to close his mouth, which had fallen open in surprise, and scolded himself for allowing his emotions to become so unguarded. He didn't want anyone else to discover Granger's little secret.