Danger, I'm falling in love with Granger.

Draco sat in the great hall sipping pumpkin juice and peering over that morning's Daily Prophet.

"Damn Potter, always in the newspaper. 'Oh look at me, I'm bloody Potter, the bloody chosen one.' Codswallop. If anyone should be in the newspaper it should be-"

"MALFOY!"

Hermione's cloaks billowed behind her, hair more frazzled than ever, as she marched down the rows and stopped abruptly in front of him.

"Well aren't you a sight, mudblood."

"Okay, three points we're going to address here. One, my name is NOT mudblood, it's HERMIONE. A fact that you are very much aware of, yet refuse to comply with. HER-MI-OH-NEE. Got that?"

"This is-"

"I'm not finished! Point two, you are NOT allowed to comment on my appearance at any given time, but especially not after what you have put me through."

"And what would that be my darling?"

"Oh shut up! You know exactly what you did Draco."

"Me, do something? I would never! I wouldn't even think about doing something to you."

"YOU SHAVED MY CAT!"

"Oh, yes, that. Well I decided the little mop would look much better without it's fur. I was wrong, but that doesn't matter."

"You are so infuriating. If it didn't break multiple school rules-"

"Not like you, Potter and that ginger haven't before."

"I would cast such a nasty spell on you it would leave you in the fetal position for WEEKS!"

She turned on her heel and stormed out of the hall before Draco could even blink.

"That girl is so…so…" Beautiful when she's furious with me, Draco thought.

Wait, what? Hermione, beautiful? No, no, no, NO! He threw his goblet down and watched as it rolled off the table. Hermione Granger. The mudblood. She is not….OH BLOODY HELL. She's so feisty. It's hot when she tells me what to do. Oh god, what am I saying? Come on Draco, you're bloody DRACO MALFOY. You do NOT find a MUDBLOOD attractive! No. That's ridiculous. As ridiculous as her hair. Her crazy, curly, messy, sexy…OH BLOODY HELL.

"Malfoy, you're looking kind of constipated." A Weasley twin shouted across the room.

"I'LL CONSTIPATE YOU!" Malfoy responded, laced with venom. That didn't even make sense, you idiot. Draco abandoned his paper and skulked off to the potions classroom, where he knew he would meet goody-two-shoes-Granger, yet again.

After an hour of sitting through Snape's lecture on the benefits of the shells of dung beetles and listening to the little trollop answer every single question, Draco left the classroom with great urgency. He just wanted to go back to the Slytherin common rooms and sulk, something he was very good at. He walked through the halls quickly, glaring at anyone who dared to even glance in his general direction.

The warning bell rang and the students quickly dispersed. Thank bloody hell. I've had enough of those underlings looking at me today. Draco was caught up in his thoughts when he smacked straight into another student.

"Watch where the bloody hell you're go- OH! Hermione! Uhh.."

"Really Draco? First you shave my cat and now you're smashing into me? Just what did I do to get your knickers in a knot this time?"

"Hermione, I…"

"You what?"

The next thing Draco knew, his fingers were tangled in Hermione's hair, his body flush to hers. Hermione looked shocked and confused. For a slow instance they looked at each other, fires in their eyes. Draco felt his breath mix with her peppermint-flavoured sigh and in the next instance his lips were colliding with hers. It was frantic and angry. Heated and passionate. Draco pulled Hermione impossibly closer, desperate to feel her against him. Their tongues danced together in a fiery tango, fingers gripping at each other's body in anguish. Draco pushed Hermione up against the castle's stone, pressing every inch of his skin against hers. He kissed her harder, grabbed her more tightly and then let her go gently.

"I want you."