Hermione managed carry herself back to the Gryffindor common room after her ordeal with Malfoy only a short time earlier. She sat down at an unoccupied table in the decently filled common room and pulled her homework out of her bag.
Trying to get her homework done proved nearly impossible. Her mind would constantly drift back to the library. She would herself wondering what would have happened if Malfoy wasn't such a git.
"So, who've you been snogging?" asked Ginny, pulling her back to reality.
"What makes you think I've been snogging anyone?" Hermione asked in return.
Ginny pulled out the chair in front of Hermione's, sat down and said, "It was Draco Malfoy, wasn't it?"
Hermione felt her face flush. How In the bloody hell did she know? She asked herself.
"I was in the library looking up a few things. Not snogging."
"Then please, explain to me why shortly after you left the Great Hall, Malfoy left. Why your hair is a mess and the hickies on your neck are just bruises from what, a getaway snitch? Also, if you where only looking something up, then why are you blushing?"
Hermione felt her face flush even more.
"Come on." Said Ginny, grabbing Hermione's arm. She dragged her up to the girls' dormitory, sat her down on Ginny's bed and simply said, "Spill."

Hermione, knowing that if she didn't tell Ginny every single detail that she'd bug her until she caved, told her everything. The daydream in potions class, the glances during dinner, the ludicrous activities in the library, him leaving her there to suffer and, most important, the fact that Hermione wanted all that to happen. The fact that she loved every second of it, up to the part where he left her, of course.
Ginny's initial thought was for Hermione to get revenge. However, knowing her rule abiding self, she wouldn't take the revenge route.
"He might have slipped you a love potion." Suggested Ginny.
"No, I don't think so. For one, he would have had to have been near something I was ingesting, and he wasn't. For two, I would be all over him, and clearly I'm not."
"From what you told me, it sounds like you where all over each other." Ginny said with a quirky grin on her face.
Hermione's face reddened for the second time that night. She couldn't think of what to say back to Ginny's remark. It was true, Hermione hadn't tried to stop Malfoy, nor did she want him to stop. Also true was the fact that on the same day that her feelings for him surfaced, he 'attacked' her.

Was it possible that he had slipped me a love potion? She asked herself. Even if he did, why? What was the point?
"Maybe he likes you and this is his way of showing it." Ginny said after a few moments of silence.
"Or maybe he's a slimy Slytherin who's up to no good."
"Well, we already know he's slimy. But he's defiantly a fine piece of Slytherin." Ginny said as she began to stare off into space, a huge smile growing on her face.
Hermione stared at her, eyes wide opened.

How could she not have been disgusted? She said mentally. This was Draco Malfoy they were talking about, a rival to almost every Gryffindor. How could she not be outraged?
Ginny snapped out of her thoughts, seeing Hermione's facial expression and said, "What? Oh, you know it's true!"
Sleep that night wasn't coming easily. Hermione's thoughts wouldn't lay still. She couldn't help trying to figure out what Malfoy was up to.
Thankfully, Ginny knew a spell to get rid of hickies. At least she wouldn't have to deal with that in the morning.

Hermione sat there in Double Potions class, cutting equal sizes of Boomslang skin. It had been a week since her and Malfoys 'episode. He hadn't even looked at her since that night.
Hermione was just about to add the Boomslang skin when a piece of parchment, folded as a swan, landed in front of her. She looked up and saw Malfoy smiling, not smirking, but smiling at her. Hermione blushed and quickly looked back to her Boomslang skin. She shot a quick glance towards Harry and Ron to see if they had notice the swan note or her blush. They hadn't noticed, being too engulfed in trying to get the potion right. She added the Boomslang skin and placed the note into her pocket.
After the potion had been brewed, there was still a few minutes left of class. She reached into her pocket, pulled out the note and opened it. Written in neat, slightly slanted, green inked hand writing was;
Meet me after super, you already know the place.
She felt a smile spread across her face. Absentmindedly, she glanced at Malfoy, who was looking back at her with him famous 'Malfoy Grin' on his face. Again, she blushed, looked away from his capturing eyes, and stowed the note back into her pocket.
The bell rang, dismissing the class. Hermione packed her things quickly as excitement began to fill every bone in her body.
"Merlin Hermione, what's the hurry?" asked Ron.
"What? Oh, just want to get to dinner is all."
"D'you mind waiting for us?"
"Oh, right." Hermione thought she must look suspicious. Trying to get out of class as quickly as possible and darting off at dinner last night.
The trio finished packing up and made their way to the Great Hall.
Harry leaned over to Hermione and said, "Is there something going on between you and Malfoy?", quietly so Ron couldn't overhear.
"Harry, that's absurd." She replied.
"Well, he kept staring at you in potions class and shortly after you left dinner last night, he left too."
"Are you honestly asking me to figure out what goes on in that overinflated head of his?"
Harry thought about this for a moment. "Your right. I'm sorry I even said anything. It's just... fishy."
At dinner, Hermione found herself unable to eat anything. She turned to Ron and Harry and said, "I'm off to the library."
"Alrigh'", said Ron with a mouthful of potatoes.
Harry gave her a questioning look, but then simply shrugged.
A short while later she was at the library, in the Ancient Ruins section. She tried to work on her homework, but soon found out that her nerves wouldn't allow her to concentrate.
Finally giving up, she put her homework away, got up from the table and started to pase this section of the library.
"I'm not going to let him distract me," Hermione started, thinking out loud, "I'm not going to let him pull me into his eyes. I'm not going to let him distract me. I'm going to say what I need to say and that'll be the end of it.
"You sure about that?" Said Malfoy, chuckling slightly.
She felt completely embarrassed. How much had he heard? She thought.
"Listen Draco," Hermione began, using every ounce of strength in her body not to walk up to him and get lost in his lips, "I don't know wh-."
"You called me by my first name. If I didn't know any better, I would think your opinion of me is changing a bit." Said Malfoy, cutting her off. He started to take a few steps closer to her.
Hermione was finding it more difficult to resist him as he moved closer.
"I did no such thing." She replied.
"Whatever makes you sleep at night." He said as he got closer to her.
She was beginning to feel frustrated with herself. Just say what you need to say and be don't with it, she said mentally.

She took a deep drag on air and said, "I don't know what you're up to or what any of this is about, but it needs to stop right now."
Malfoy was not so close to her, he could smell her honey suckle scented hair. He leaned into her and whispered in her ear, "All I did was asked you to come, no one forced you."
His hot breath against her ear sent shivers down her spine. He does have a point, she thought, I didn't have to come. He pulled away slightly, his face still close to hers.
"Fine then, I'm leaving." She said, even though she knew she wouldn't be leaving anytime soon.
"Sure you are."
"I am!"
"Then go. By all means, don't let me stop you."
A few moments passed and Hermione still hadn't left.
"That's what I thought," said Malfoy.
Before Hermione knew what she was doing, she put her hand on the back of his neck, pulled him to her and began to kiss him. At first they where soft and slow. Soon, however, they became more vigorous. Filled with pure passion and lust. Their tongs began dancing madly with each other.
It was happening all over again. His hands roaming her body, her fingers intertwining with his silky smooth hair, the feeling of bliss coursing through her body.
He began to lightly nibble on her neck, while directing her towards the table. She sat down on the edge of it, wrapping both of her legs around his middle, once again feeling his member. Hermione didn't have too much, none actually, experience with the male reproductive organs. But she could tell that his had the possibility of being bigger than average. Well, from what Ginny said average was.
With one hand, Malfoy began to unbutton her top, his other running up and down her thigh. With each button undone, his nips and kisses when lower. Down her neck, over her collar bone, through the valley between her breasts, and over her abdomen.
His hand continued up her thigh. Instead of him running it down her thigh, he hooked a finger around the waistband of her panties. He lightly tugged on them, so they would come down. Hermione unwrapped her legs from around his middle, allowing her underwear to come off much easier.
'This is insane, we need to stop!' she thought.
'How is it insane if you want it?' Came a voice from inside her head, which sounded a great deal like Ginny Weasleys.
Her panties now lay completely discarded on the floor. Malfoy took her leg in his hand and began to lightly and slowly kiss his way up her leg. She moaned quietly at his kissed.
'See? That proves it, you want it. And don't think about denying it!' said Ginny's voice.
Malfoy was a little passed her knee and was getting on his knees.
'Good thing I shaved.' Hermione thought again.
'Only because I made you!' Ginny voiced.
Now he was at her womanhood. He had no intention of giving her what she wanted. Despite how much he wanted to completely make her scream, he licked ever so soft, gentle circles on her clit.
"Oh Merlin," groaned Hermione, with a hint of frustration in her voice.
He continued his teasing circles and began to insert a finger into her. She moaned louder at this and Malfoy couldn't help but let a smirk cross his face.
He slowly began to pump his finger in and out of her. After a few moments of this agonizing torture, she began to beg.
"Please, Draco." she said.
He loved how his name sounded coming from her when she was in this state.
"Please what?" He asked, continuing to lick her.
"Please fuck me." she moaned
'Who would have thought that Hermione Granger would be begging me to fuck her?' Malfoy thought.
"Not tonight, love." He said reemerging from between her legs. He leaned into her ear and whispered, "If I were to fuck you, you'd be screaming. Due to the fact that we're in a library..." he let his sentence trail off.
Malfoy placed a kiss on her lips, retrieved her panties, put them in his pocket and for the second time left her in the library, completely unsatisfied.
'Egotistical ferret.' she said mentally.
'He's a dangerous man, Mione. That's why all the women love him.' Ginny's voice said.