"Look at that flawless complexion, her hair neatly caressing those rosy cheeks, and those cherub lips looking quite kissable," Draco Malfoy, thought.
Draco Malfoy, sex god of Slytherin, heartbreaker of Hogwarts; has never told a living soul about his small crush on a certain brunette Gryffindor. Ok so it wasn't small, it was actually pretty huge.
It all started when Hermione punched him in their third year. He used to loathe her because of the blood running through her veins and also because she was best friends with the Weasel and the Potty. He never thought she had the will to actually lay a hand on him due to her goody two shoes complex. So when she almost broke his nose, something that lay dormant was awoken. He couldn't quite put his finger on it but he knew it was something different that he had never felt before. Suddenly, he started noticing the curves developing in her slim body, her laugh, her eyes, even the way her cheeks puff when she gets mad.
Fourth year came along, and he realized he liked Hermione quite a bit. When he saw her at the Yule Ball with that Viktor Krum, jealousy covered his body entirely and it took a lot of strength to not kill Krum. Hermione was his (though she didn't know it) and was he not willing to share her with a world known Bulgarian seeker. Throughout their fourth year he tried so hard to get her attention, but nothing worked. The many bouquets of flowers he send anonymous gave her an allergic reaction. The chocolates he tenderly chose nearly made her choke. The beautiful, black owl he send her attacked her. Every little thing he tried to make her realize there was someone who liked her, backfired in his face. So he decided that the best thing to do was for his crush to remain unknown to her since it would be hazardous to her health.
Now in their sixth year, Malfoy was looking at her from the Slytherin table. Thank goodness that no one was around to witness it otherwise rumors would fly. It was just him and her and some first years who were to juvenile to notice anything. Her eyes were looking directly at the book she was reading, never departing from the words she was sucking in.
"Again it's 'Hogwarts, A History', doesn't she get tired of it. I mean it's so dull and boring. Can't her eyes just notice me? Can't she just start paying attention to me? I practically stare at her every minute of the day, she should feel it already. I mean, come on, its Draco Malfoy; many girls faint at my feet, they beg for me to shag them senseless. But her, she never notices me. Its depressing to know that a good looking, gorgeous boy like me can't get the smartest, most beautiful girl in the school. How is that possible?"
Hermione unconsciously removed her hair from her face and tied it with a ribbon, showing her pale neck. Draco shuddered in pleasure, what would he give to kiss that neck, to bite and bruise it, to trace it with his touch.
She took of her sweater only leaving on the light cotton button down shirt, it showed her every curve.
Draco was on fire and how he felt it, he just wanted to grab her wrists, slam her on the table, make her moan and groan with pleasure, and kiss her until their lips were red and swollen. How he wanted to have her in his arms, to feel her heartbeat against his, to feel her skin shudder by his touch. He just wanted to shag her so bad.
He sighed and put his head down on the table. He needed a fresh breath of air otherwise he will become intoxicated by her presence. He stood up and left the great hall, sadden that he cannot have what he daydreams about.