Here's the second chapter! Hope you all like it...

Hermione hadn't slept well. Stumbling down the hall the morning after her run in with the Slytherin Prince, she mentally went through everything she had studied the night before. Her hair was even frizzier, and a scowl was still etched into her lips from the encounter, distracting her from thinking. Who did the idiot think he was!? Speaking to her like she was some sort of imbecile. It was ridiculous! And he didn't even have the decency to take his little endeavor with Parkinson to his dorm. The library was supposed to be her sanctuary, but now she was afraid to return in fear of seeing the pair in action once more.

They had always hated each other. Since their first year at Hogwarts, Draco had loathed Hermione for her blood, and Hermione had loathed him for the way he acted and spoke to people. Well, it was true that Draco hated anyone who had a tiny drop of muggle blood in their veins, but he seemed to hate Hermione more than anyone else. The Slytherin had been born and raised in a pureblood family, and he had been taught to believe that the purity of someone's blood truly mattered. He was a Malfoy; rich, poised, untouchable, and Slytherin's Prince. She was a Granger; born of muggles, not rich nor poor, and Gryffindor's Princess. It was bound for them to hate each other some time.

He truly disgusted Hermione. The way he carried himself like he was perched on a hierarchy, the way he spoke to anyone who wasn't a pureblood, and the way he seemed to get whatever he wanted without even trying… It was all so revolting! His arrogant attitude was unnecessary sometimes. Just thinking about him put her in a bad mood!

Snapping back to reality, she sauntered into the Potions classroom, and took a seat (at the front, of course.) Soon, the spacious room was filled with chatty wizards and witches. They discussed mindless things like Quidditch, the weather, and whether or not Professor Slughorn was in a relationship with Snape. Hermione rolled her eyes and flipped quickly through her notes, rereading them for what seemed like the hundredth time.

An annoyed sigh interrupted her thoughts as heavy books landed on the space beside her with a 'THWONK'. She glanced up, finding Malfoy himself scowling down at her. The only empty seat left was next to her… Wonderful. She'd have to deal with his insults for the next hour.

"Mudblood," he sneered as he sat down.

Granger opened her mouth to snap a remark at him, but shut it as Professor Slughorn entered the room and spoke.

"Good morning, class! I hope you all remembered that today you'll be brewing Desirentia. You'll find everything you need on the table in front of you. Your partner is the person sitting directly next to you, at your tables. You have the rest of the class. Go!"

Hermione mentally groaned and turned to Malfoy, who was glaring dangerously at her. She took a deep breath and put a forced look of confidence on her face. She couldn't let the idiot ruin her grade.

"Let's get started, then, shall we?" she spoke in a timid voice.

He just snarled and reached for the cauldron, peering into it. With a heavy sigh, he immediately started mixing ingredients into the black pot, completely ignoring Hermione's existence. She quickly grew frustrated with him. How dare he sit there and act like she's not even around!

Gasping all the while, she smacked his hand angrily away and grabbed the cauldron, glaring into the already bubbling concoction. The potion was swirling with all the right ingredients, and the color was a rosy pink, as it should be. Perhaps Malfoy was smarter than she gave him credit for… He was a prefect, after all.

Mouth agape, she looked in his direction, only to find him shooting her a cocky and knowing smirk."If you're trying to find something wrong, Granger, you'll be disappointed."

Pushing the cauldron back in his direction, she grimaced. "… You forgot the wolf's bane."

The Slytherin scowled angrily, reaching for the ingredient settled at the edge of the desk, in a small container. "Yes, I was getting to that, before I was so rudely interrupted."

"Only three. That's all you put in. No more, no less. Got it?" she pestered, instinctively leaning over his shoulder, watching him closely.

He glowered at her, mumbling under his breath. "Shut up, mudblood. I'm aware." And with that, he added the last ingredient, sending the potion into a bubbly, delicious smelling, frothy pink mix. Hermione couldn't help but lean in and take a whiff of the entrancing scent. It was wonderful.

A sharp yank on her cloak made her stumble back and away from the potion. Draco was snarling at her, his face twisted in expected rage.

"Away from MY masterpiece, granger. I don't want any of your mudblood filth spilling into the potion and ruining it." With a smitten expression, he called over the professor.

Slughorn made his way over, bending down and inspecting the boiling, bubbling potion closely. After a few minutes, his eyebrows knitted together, and he stood straight.

"It's perfect! How odd… Never, not once in all of my teaching, has a pair completely perfected the recipe." He raised his voice, calling attention to the rest of the class. "A job well done! Ladies and gentlemen, Miss Hermione Granger and Mister Draco Malfoy have brewed a perfect batch of Desirentia! As a reward, each of them will receive twenty points towards their house, and a vial of the potion!"

The two of them smiled confidently to the class. Well, Draco's 'smile', was more of a smirk. A cocky, smitten one at that.

The professor handed each of them a vial of the potion with a warning glance. "Be careful, both of you. I'm sure you've both read up on the affects of what this potion can do… I'd advise you not to use it unless you're absolutely certain of the consequences."

After all of the commotion had settled, the class was dismissed, and the students exited the premises in a hurry.

The rest of the day passed by in a hurry, and before Hermione knew it, it was time for dinner with her friends at the Dining Hall. She was looking forward to an evening filled with laughter and smiling… After all, it had been a while since she'd totally relaxed. She hadn't been able to have a decent conversation with Harry and Ron, either, with all of the late night studying she had been doing in the library. She missed them.

After an attempt to tame the mess she called hair (that failed), she ended up being late to the great feast that was dinner at Hogwarts. Scurrying down to the Dining Hall in a hurry, she hadn't noticed that her vial of Desirentia had slipped out of her cloak and rolled in the direction of a certain Slytherin Girl, who was interested in a certain Slytherin Prince.

Pansy couldn't believe her luck. That stupid mudblood witch had dropped her love potion, and now it was in her possession! What an idiot.

She knew exactly what she planned to do with it. Draco Malfoy was her love interest. He had been since the first time she laid eyes on him. After all, he was the epitome of perfection in her eyes. They had a good shag every once in a while, yes, but she wanted Draco to lust after her, and seek her out, instead of it being the other way around. That's what the stupid potion did, right? She didn't read much up on it, but she figured that's what it did…

She strode down to the Dining Hall and took her usual seat next to Draco. He was immersed in a conversation with Goyle and Zabini, so she nudged him for his attention.

"Hey, Drake." she grinned, fluttering her eyelashes.

He turned to her, mumbled a soft "Hey," and then returned to his conversation. Pansy grew frustrated. He only paid attention to her when he wanted a shag! And their sex wasn't even that wonderful. He was gorgeous, yes, and his cock was huge, but he was only in it for his satisfaction. A few thrusts and he was out. She'd had enough.

Discreetly, the sneaky Slytherin pulled out the tiny vial of Desirentia and added a drop to Draco's pumpkin juice.

When he took a sip, she grinned widely, and sat back, waiting for the effects of the potion to take place. Little did she know that it would not be her he lusted after, but the Saint Virgin Granger, bookworm, and Gryffindor Princess herself, Hermione Granger.

After dinner had finished, Hermione hugged Ron and Harry, saying her goodbyes, and wandered off to the library. She had needed that. The evening had been wonderful, and the curly haired witch still couldn't wipe the smile off of her face. Between Ron's cheesy grin, Harry's polite small talk, Fred and George's jokes, and Ginny's gossip, she realized how much she had missed her friends.

When she approached the library, she secretly hoped that Malfoy and Parkinson had taken their nightly activities somewhere else. She planned on actually getting some studying and homework done that evening. Setting her books down on a table, she sat down and immersed herself in the "History Of Godric Gryffindor". There were plenty of other students in the space, but after a few hours of stuffing her brain with information, she found herself alone in the cozy space.

Draco felt odd. As he walked in the direction of the Slytherin Common Room, his entire body burned with a strange sensation. He felt hot, extremely hot. Leaning against the rigid stone wall of the corridor, he tried to sort and calm his thoughts. His breathing was heavy and erratic, and he felt a sheen of swear break out across his forehead.

… His mind was flickering off towards the forbidden. Images of bending a woman over and thrusting his length into her warm core flooded his mind. Writhing, whining, moaning underneath him. Who was it? He felt himself grow hard. He hadn't had sexual relief in almost a month. It was frustrating. He was almost there with Pansy last night, but the idiotic mudblood had interrupted them.

More images of him ravaging the unknown woman's body flashed through his mind. In the image, his lips were flourishing the girl's neck with kisses, making a path up to her lips…

With a gasp, he shook his head, as if to get rid of the thought.

Hermione fucking Granger.

Saint Virgin.

Mudblood.

THAT's who was so prominent in his mind. He must've been going crazy! He didn't want anything to do with the mudblood. He was too good for her, after all. He was a pureblood, whilst her blood had been tainted by the disgusting beings called muggles. The idea was nonsense.

But…

The more he leaned there against the wall, the more images of him ravaging her delicate body flew through his brain. He wanted Granger… No. He needed her. His arousal was clearing showing through the loose fitting pants that were a part of his Slytherin uniform. His body was reacting to the thoughts in such strange ways, and he simply couldn't help himself. Pushing aside the loud Slytherin voice telling him to turn back, he smirked. He was going to have the little vixen, and he knew exactly where to find her. Malfoy strode towards the library, a devious plan unfolding in his head.

Hahahaha, I left you all with a cliffhanger! Hope you enjoyed the second chapter. Read and review, pleaseeee!