I hate her so much, it makes my blood boil.

Hermione Granger. Head Girl, top in all her classes, excessively nosy.

Not at all attracted to my charm, wit, charisma.

I hated that last one the most.

Really, once you think about it, who on Earth could resist the drop-dead gorgeous Draco Malfoy? It was probably a crime to look as good as I do.

And it was probably a sin for her to resist.

Maybe that was what attracted me to find out. Father would probably be rolling in his grave if he ever found out I was chasing after a muggle.

Let him suffer. Not like he doesn't deserve it.

I stand quietly in the shadows of the towering bookshelves, watching my prey as she sat huddled over a thick, dusty volume. Thankfully, Potter and Weasel had decided not to accompany her.

Everyday, at exactly eight in the evening, I'd stand here, waiting for her to arrive.

Every single time, she'd not sensed my presence.

It was always the same. She'd walk into the library, drop her bag onto the second table from the Hogwarts History shelf, grab at least five ominous volumes, and sit and read for hours on end.

If should anyone ask me why I was standing in the dark and watching over Granger, I'd have no answer.

I simply derive pleasure from knowing that she's there.

It's insane, I know.

Whoever would have thought that the Draco Malfoy, heir of a long line of prestigous Malfoys and deliciously sexy, would be interested in Hermione Granger, resident Gryffindor know it all?

I amuse even myself at the thought of it as a small smirk played about the corners of my lips.

Even with my absurd liking for the petite brunette bookworm, I haven't ceased to lessen my obnoxious Malfoy attitude in her presence. I'd still snarl at her about her blood and laugh out loud with the other Slytherins when Snape catches her off guard during Potions.

But I'd do it less willingly, if anyone ever noticed.

I'd often wonder, how and why did my quest to find out why she wasn't attracted to me turn into an unbelievable lusting?

I used to hate her with ever fibre of my being.

At night, when I'm asleep, I'd often dream of her. That sparkle in her eyes when she answers correctly in classes, her light dusting of miniscule freckles over her nose.

I'd more often than not wake up in the middle of the night with wet sheets.

During nights when I couldn't sleep, I'd slowly, quietly walk into her adjoining Head Girl room and stand over her bed, watching her as she slept peacefully. Her lovely burnt copper curls would be spread out in a sexy mess on her pillow, her rose coloured lips parted slightly. Occasionally, she would mumble something incoherent and change position.

I'd stand there silently. The milky moon light streamed in through the open window and lighted up her features, giving her an angelic aura.

She was so vulnerable, lying there.

I'd often have the strongest urge to kiss her, right then and there, not caring if she slapped me silly and the news got out to the whole wizarding world.

I'd continue to watch over her, until the early hours of the morning when the sun breaks through.

When she starts to wake up, I'd be gone in a heartbeat.

Of course, she never knew of my sick pleasures.

No matter how much I wanted her to.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, it's characters, themes, places, blah blah blah.. You get it.

Author's note: Well, that's it. My first HGDM one-shot. I didn't really know what I was getting at while I was writing this. It was just an idea I had in my head and wanted to get it typed. Anyway, I'd really appreciate it if you could drop me a review with your comments. It'd really help to know if there was any spelling mistakes and all. Thanks a lot. Ttfn, 'sizzleberrylicious.