"Alright. Open your books to page 37 and begin reading."
The second years obeyed, pulling out their Defense Against the Dark Arts books and flipping through the pages with a mixture of sighs and rustling papers. Gilderoy sat on the edge of his desk, watching the children intently with his deep blue eyes. There was that Malfoy boy and his enviable hair, scowling at his book like normal. On the opposite side of the room sat the much admired Harry Potter, who Lockhart fancied deeply. And, at the table directly in front of Gilderoy, with a lion's mane of hair and crooked front teeth, there was Hermione Granger. Lockhart wasn't sure why, but her liked her. A lot. More than a teacher should like a student. He felt an unnatural attraction to many of his students, but this was the most peculiar. True, Granger wasn't the prettiest girl, but she was undisputedly the smartest. She was also the most naïve. The most innocent. The girl that would do anything to please her professors and get a higher grade.
That's what Gilderoy wanted. What he desired. What he fanaticized about late at night while he… well, what he did whilst in the bath was between him and the occasional ghost passing by. The fact of the matter was that Lockhart wanted Hermione Granger.
And he would most certainly have her.