Hermione knew he had the upper hand now, she was frantic, she didn't know what to do, then it clicked and she made a list in her head, cause she's Hermione Granger she was the brains of the golden trio therefore she always planned ahead.

Get the upper hand again.

Tame the Slytherin King.

Make said "Slytherin Sex God" fall in love with her.

It sounded like the best idea's for her and she hoped it would work, she would combine her Gryffindor courage and make the plan work, she would add Ravenclaw wits to it also. She walked to the great hall for lunch and sat right in the middle of Harry and Ron striking up a conversation with Ginny who was sitting next to Ron, "Hermione, do you want to go to Hogsmeade with me this weekend? We can do a little shopping." Ginny asked Hermione thought about it a minute but then she glanced at the Slytherin table and noticed a certain blond staring back "yeah Ginny I would love that" she said as she kept glancing from her friends to Draco Malfoy.

Draco smirked to himself noticing the brunette staring at him with her mocha eyes, "Draco what are staring at?" Blaise, Draco's best friend asked him, Draco looked over at Blaise and smirked "Granger seems to have a staring problem, oh and look now Pothead and Weasel do also, aw look Blaise! Their sneering at me, they look pretty heated." Draco said now smirking in pure delight. He decided that his plans will have to be started as soon as possible if he was going to get Granger to fall for him, you see after that night young Draco came to a conclusion that he never could come to terms with, he was in love with Granger since the day she hit him in their 3rd year, he admired the spunk and courage the Gryffindor showed to do that, and it also turned him on.

Walking to Defense Against the Dark Arts with Blaise beside him and Crabbe and Goyle lagging behind all thoughts of Granger were still fresh in his head seeing the golden trio in front of them, he couldn't help but to notice she hid her body, the body he explored with his strong callused hands were slender and curvy, the uniform she was wearing made her look frumpy and short, he wanted her to show her curves and legs that never ended, not hide in her own clothing, he would make her more comfortable in her beautiful curvy body. He noticed a dent in his plans at this moment, Pothead, Weasel, Crabbe, Goyle, and also Pansy. Blaise wouldn't care he was for neither side, that's why he referred himself to Sweden, but the other people in his and Granger's life would have a huge problem, and would cause a lot of drama for the two. He pushed all things aside to focus on what was being said in class.

She felt his eyes on her the whole time! He kept staring at her walking down the hall to class, she found herself not being able to finish conversation with Harry and Ron, it wasn't that she was uncomfortable it was just the thought of what he was saying, she was wondering what he was thinking, was he thinking about the night that she had snogged him in the broom closet, was he thinking about when he had snogged her in the broom closet and left her wanting more, or was he thinking that it was funny that she was a fool. The ideas kept running through her head until class started, then her brain alerted her to get her quill and start on her work.

He threw his stuff on the floor next to the chair in the plush heads common room and closed his eyes rubbing his temples he was having a bothering day, Pansy had yet to leave him, Crabbe and Goyle still stalking him, and Blaise bothering him about every reason why it was a bad idea to date Granger, it was annoying him and he hated being annoyed, it put him in a foul mood and he had a headache by all the list of reasons from Blaise of how it was a bad idea to mess with Granger and also from the screeching and unpleasant cooing and purring of that pug-face wannabe Slytherine Pansy Parkison, god what he seen in her was beyond him, it gold have been that he a pureblood was to be wed to another pureblood to keep the pureblood linage for his Father. His father had died in Azkaban prison a year after he was imprisoned, he didn't feel any sorrow or sadness when he was informed that he had died. His father was a cold hearted bastard who he believed got everything he deserved for what he did. He was liberated to what he wanted, and that meant making a mudblood fall in love with him, shag her, marry her, bare children with her. That's what he wants to do.

She was sitting in the library working on a Potions essay and irritating Charms essay, a course she didn't find it irritating for the simple fact that she had to do it she found it irritating cause she would much rather be laying in her bed at the moment, but she was hungry for knowledge as she always had, even when she went to muggle schools. After adding 4 more inches to her Potions essay and finishing the greatly written Charms essay she packed her belongings and made her way to the heads dorm. She walked to the painting of the first ever Head Girl of Hogwarts she smiled at her kindly "loyalty and love" Hermione said the painting beamed at her "good night Miss. Granger" the painting said to her as she swing her door open so that Hermione could walk in, she walked into the welcoming commons room and froze as a boxer clad Malfoy was lounging on the couch reading a book. Oh my, I was right, he was a sculpture, he was perfect, without flaw, perfection in its most amazing form, Hermione had thought. She could feel him beaming at her, he stood up, she blushed, he came towards her and stood a few inches from her, she darkened even more, he put a hand on her waist and smirked "Hello Granger."