Chapter 1
I glared at her from across the crowded library. "Stupid mudblood," I thought. "It would do Granger some good to actually go outside and socialize a bit instead of always burying herself in books."
Although I hated her, I couldn't help but pity the poor girl. Always getting the highest marks in class, only studying, never going to parties… in fact, the only people I'd ever seen able to tolerate her were those idiots, Potter and Weasley. It would serve her well to let loose once in a while.
Really though, I felt bad for her. I watched as she gingerly licked a finger and turned the page of the massive textbook sitting before her on the wooden table. I'd been starting to realize that Granger had actually started to…well, blossom. She was mildly attractive- for a mudblood, anyway. There was something about the way her brown eyes sparkled when she knew the answer to a question in class… "Stop it, Draco!" a voice screamed in my head. "Granger's just a dirty mudblood with no friends or life or…or…"
My thoughts were cut short when she caught me looking at her… or, rather, staring creepily at her. I kept glaring steadily at her in a way that would, hopefully, convince her that I was just mocking her in my head, not thinking about her eyes… "Enough, Draco!" the internal voice shouted at me.
Granger was so annoying. Who was she to make me feel this way when I looked at her? Merlin, she was a mudblood, for crying out loud! The way she looked back at me with her nose turned up like she knew everything made me want to vomit. It was sickening, honestly. I tore my gaze away from her and twisted my facial expression into a sneer as I continued reading my own book.
However, next thing I knew, there was someone standing upright next to my chair clearing their throat in the most detestable way possible. I looked up, and, as I'd thought, there she stood, looking like she bloody expected something from me. Her arms were both perched akimbo on her hips, and she stood with her spine impossibly straight, her shoulders back and her chest jutting forward. The position would have looked obnoxious if it wasn't for the fact that her body looked so delicious.
When did Granger get such perfect breasts? And her hips…bloody hell, her hips. Her waist was tiny, but her hips created a sexy hourglass shape for her figure that made me blink twice before I could look up to meet her eyes.
"Malfoy," she said to me, disgust thick in her voice, "did you want something from me? Or were you just going to stare at me like a complete fool for the remainder of Study Hall?"
"Well, Granger, if it wasn't for the fact that you constantly appear to have a stick up your arse, maybe I wouldn't feel a need to stare and wonder what the bloody hell is wrong with you." I smirked.
Granger seemed to think that this was an answer typical enough from me that her facial expression softened. She, thankfully, seemed somewhat less cynical than she was when she first saw me ogling her, and she walked away, hips swaying. I appeared to be off the hook, which sent a wave of relief crashing over me. My secret was safe for now.