Update 10.05.18: If you have just found this story, welcome! I have written a Prequel for it, "What Led DM to DM". I encourage you to read it first and then come back to this story.

A/N: Originally written with Tom Felton very much in mind. This is my first fanfic story. I appreciate your time and please consider leaving a review. I enjoyed writing it, I hope you enjoy reading it. Don't own any of these characters. Haiku and idea all my own.

I'm here just waiting

breathlessly, achingly, for

you to notice me.

It started out like any other day: hit snooze bar, grab phone, and wait for it to come alive as I do the same. Emails, FB, Instagram, then twitter. There was a Direct Message from someone that had one of those check marks surrounded by blue behind his name verifying he was someone of importance. Someone special. Someone most everyone knew. I didn't even know he had a twitter account. I only followed him on Instagram. I clicked on it and it said, "I really like your poetry, well done!" I also noticed it was just posted minutes ago. I immediately went to respond, but what to write?

This man was after all, a star. He played the antihero in my absolute favorite fandom, the bad boy with supposedly no good qualities, and no chance for redemption according to the lovely author genius that came up with this Universe. While I generally agree with that assessment, I feel he brought a sense of vulnerability to his character. That scene in the sixth film, where you hear him crying in the room where everything is hidden when he realizes the gravity of his situation, gets me every time. I never really thought about him the actor though, except for those stunning blue eyes. My favorite was always the one that transformed from a scared little boy to badass snake killer. Good lord, stop analyzing and write him back already, I think to myself! Not wanting to waste any more time, I treated him like anyone else who took the time to write to me . I thanked him and said I appreciated his comment.

He immediately wrote back. "The bloke's very lucky."

Whoa, I can't believe he is "talking" to me! I quickly respond, "Bloke? What bloke?", to make sure he's really there.

He replied, "The inspiration for your poetry? It's clear that you love him very much."

I typed, "Unfortunately, there is no him, at least not right now. I guess it's the idea of him and me being a hopeful romantic. I also surmise it's putting this out there in the Universe hoping it will respond and lead him to me."

I get an emoji smile and then he writes, "I hope so too."

I can't believe it

I think I have met the one

or am I dreaming?

I get up to start my day, but not before staring at our DMs. Did that just really happen? I'll have to ponder that later because the Library is calling. It's September and the Library is very busy as students start the new school year. I am the Head Librarian downtown. It took awhile to get my Masters in Library Science because I tutored while in school to pay for a majority of the tuition. I love learning, so it was worth it to get my dream job where I am surrounded by books all day. It's hard to focus though, since now I can't stop thinking about him. I feel like I am in a Draco Malfoy induced haze...but I like it.

The nameless and faceless object of all this affection of course becomes him from that moment on. And why not? He is very easy on the eyes, and who knows what I might come up with if I have a face to think of when I am writing. There is a lull in patrons needing help at the reference desk, so I took out my phone and search for "sexy Draco Malfoy pics". I found one so sinful, I'm surprised I didn't come just looking at it. He has one hand in his hair. His guitar is slung round his back. His plaid shirt is open so you can see his chest, abs, and pants. Pants so gloriously low on his hips it's clear to see he is commando, and you can effortlessly shimmy your hand down to find heaven in there. I thought I could see his pubic hair and yes, by God I blew the pic up and confirmed my suspicions. This pic is so hot, I'm surprised I didn't lick the screen! "Hermione, get a grip, you are in the Library!" I say to myself.

But the absolute best part? The smile on his face. (I know you are thinking the lowriders had to be it!) His smile is so joyous, it would light up New York's Times Square if there was a power outage with wattage to spare. He probably got fucked after that pic was taken. It would have been so easy to get him naked the way he was dressed, just yank that shirt off and pull them pants down...I know I would have taken him right then and there, laws about indecent exposure and lewd conduct in public be damned. "OMG, snap out of it! Now you're really going crazy!", I chastise myself and put my phone away. I realized I was starting to adore this man along with the 4.3 million other fangirls and fanboys that followed him on social media.

He leaves her feeling

weak in the knees and tingly

most everywhere else.

A few days later he writes to me again. "You're on fire!"

Oh, if he only knew..."Maybe because I now have real inspiration." I write back.

"Oh really, the Universe was quick to respond?"

"No not really, I...I can just picture him now."

"Anyone I know?"

Now how would he know anyone that I could possibly know? I tell him, "We don't exactly run in the same circles." And then I think is this really happening because this is too incomprehensible to be true.

An old man with flowing beard and twinkling eyes behind half-moon spectacles pops into my head and snaps his fingers...he says, "Girl it's real, and not happening inside your head, so get on with it!"

Does he think it's him? Probably...and why not because it is him (well, the idea of him in the smoking hot picture!) I finally respond, but I'm sure with me having an internal battle with myself for so long, he would already have gone on to do something else in his busy and hectic life. I type anyway, "The him in my mind I doubt I will ever really meet, at least in this lifetime. And immediately I get a "You never know!" and a wink emoji. "Oh shit!" I groan to myself...he knows!

A/N: Curious about The Pic? Head on over to Instagram and take look at Tom Felton's feed, t22felton. Scroll down to the pic posted on January 8, 2017. Prepare to swoon...