A/N: Ok guys so here is chapter two! I am sorry for the belated update, but I wanted to get a beta and I got one, and I had to send my stuff to her, then I had some friends sleep over and was unable to update so I'm super sorry for the delay. I want to thank my beta Brittany BIG TIME! Your edits were perfect I thought and I dedicate this chapter to you! :) I have no plans for the rest of today or tomorrow so I'm going to get crackin on this story! Thank you to all reviewers! It means so much to me! I hope to have the next chapter up by tonight, keep the fingers crossed :D I PROMISE that this story is going to get gooooood!

Disclaimer: I do not own anything of Harry Potter

Summary: Draco is introduced, he walks in on Hermione and Ron during a private moment (their not having sex lol, just an arguement.)

Beautiful Thing

Chapter 2: Mind Your Own Business

Draco Malfoy angrily flung his Charms book down onto the table in front of him.

"Draco! What did I do?" Pansy shrieked, backing away from where she'd just been hovering over him.

"Pansy, I am clearly busy working here! Do you always have to be so damn vexatious!?"

Following his little outburst he grabbed his books, scroll, and quill and flung them into his school bag.

With one last agitated look at Pansy he swept from the table and out of the library.

She was such a pain in his ass as of lately.

She use to only come to him for sex, which he didn't mind at all... but recently she'd developed a tactic of coming to him and crying about all of her disgruntling life problems.

Pansy had been using him as an outlet to lay all of her problems on for the third month in a row and she was hardly giving him any sex in return.

Draco didn't give a rat's ass what problems probed at Pansy and her life.

And he didn't understand what gave her the idea that she had the right to bore and agitate him senselessly with all of her worries and problems.

He growled at the thought of it.

And it wasn't just Pansy either who had been coming to lay their problems on him.

Several girls, all who he had slept with once or twice, had it in their pretty little heads that he cared about them, their feelings, their needs, and whatever else they thought.

Women had too many problems for him to wrap his head around.

Which is why he did not officially date long term.

It was a creepy activity that he stayed far far away from.

But at this rate, with all of his little playthings thinking that they were all his girlfriend, Draco began to think that maybe he ought to just date one and deal with one woman's problems.

But then that would most likely mean sex with only that one girl.

Draco was a young man, who believed he deserved everything all of the pretty girls wanted to offer him.

Why tighten the reigns and throw in the towel at only seventeen?

But if things weren't going to change, and if fifteen girls a day were going to come to him and cry and beg him to hold them, than he definitely was going to have to find a suitable girlfriend for the time being.

His stomach dropped at the thought of it.

Girlfriend.

He'd only really ever had one.

Pansy.

They dated in fourth and fifth year, but he just couldn't stay faithful to her.

So they 'broke up', didn't speak for two weeks, then she was back in his bed again like old times.

With this arrangement he didn't have to hold hands and kiss sweetly in public anymore.

He'd hated 'dating' Pansy anyway.

She was different when she was his 'girlfriend' than she was when they were just shagging and free to mess around with anybody else they wanted.

When they had dated, Pansy always acted weird, like she was his wife.

She started asking him domestic things like: 'how was your day honey?' or 'did you have a good time at Quidditch practice?' etc.

He didn't like it.

He preferred them talking like friends which went more like: 'what did you do today?' or 'you better be ready to kick Gryffindors ass the next Quidditch match!' etc.

That he preferred so much more.

Besides if he 'dated' then what would happen to his reputation?

The notorious, bad boy, ladies man that made girls wet their panties with just one look?

Where would he go?

No, dating was surely not the answer to getting all these girls off of his back.

They key was make them think he cared and was listening to them.

But how to trick them?

Simple.

Agree with everything that they say.

Then fuck their brains out.

That was his favorite part.

Draco chuckled at the thought and turned swiftly to the right to walk into the Great Hall.

It was lunchtime and the hall was buzzing loudly with students talking to friends, shouting for food and bustling around their tables.

Draco strolled over to the Slytherin table and took his usual seat in almost the exact center of the table.

Blaise Zabini, his best mate, sat in his usual seat on Draco's right.

"Afternoon," Zabini mumbled whilst chewing on a Panini.

Draco nodded at him, dropped his school bag loudly to the ground with a thump and took his seat.

He leaned forward, snatched a sandwich off a huge silver platter and grabbed a loose copy of the Daily Prophet that was lying forgotten next to the platter.

Taking a large bite he flipped the pages until he was to the sports column.

"Lookie there, it's our favorite couple of the year." Zabini chuckled rubbing his hands to shake off crumbs from his Panini.

Draco looked up from the paper and spotted across the hall the daft, penniless poor Weaselbee with the bushy haired bookworm Granger on his arm.

They were the oddest of couples and it was sweet that they had found one another.

Clearly no one else would ever want either one of them.

Draco chuckled at that thought.

"Why so giggly Malfoy?" Blaise asked narrowing his eyes at him, but curious nonetheless.

"Because I thought I felt your hand on my dick, Zabini." Draco said loudly.

People around them looked at them smirking and sneering.

"Wow, very mature Malfoy, your mother teach you that word?"

"Nope. Yours did," Draco smirked and raised an eyebrow.

"What were you really laughing at?"

"Simply the thought of how sweet it is that Granger has finally found a freak just as ugly and weird as she is to settle down with, the Weasel."

Blaise cracked an evil grin and nodded.

"It is sweet isn't it Drake?" He trailed off looking back over at them.

"Although, I'll admit that Granger's not even that half bad anymore. Have you noticed the hair? The legs? The tits?"

Draco's eyebrows knitted together.

"No."

"Well she's grown since last year kid. Maybe you can't tell the difference between a girl and woman, but I sure as hell can." Blaise chuckled looking back over at Granger.

"I know what the hell a woman looks like, I fuck everyday you dumbass."

"Then look, really look at her and tell me what you see."

Draco narrowed his eyes then looked across the hall at Granger.

The first thing he noticed was yes, her hair was different looking this year.

It was curled in ringlets and sleek.

Not frizzy.

He looked at her face then and saw that she was slightly tan, a soft olive tone, with big brown eyes and pink lips that were thin, but not too thin.

His eyes wandered down to her chest.

She was wearing a crisp white button up oxford shirt, the first two buttons undone.

Draco could suddenly see the swell of her breasts, straining against her shirt, desperate to pop open that next third button down.

The table was in his way then and he was unable to see beyond that.

But suddenly, just his luck, she stood up to reach across the table for something.

Her waist was tiny, and her hips widened out softly.

He could see the tops of her thighs, she wore her pleaded school skirt, and he saw that her thighs were toned and olive toned as well.

"See?" Draco could barley make out the sound of Zabini's voice.

He was caught up in a loopy trance watching and studying Hermione Granger's body.

"I told you so. She's hot."

Draco suddenly broke from the trance and turned sharply on Zabini.

"Well her body is hot, I'll give her that now that she's all grown up. She's still an impossible bitter bitch. And a mudblood."

Zabini rolled his eyes.

"As if we ever forgot Drake."

Draco sneered at him.

"I hate women," Draco claimed suddenly before taking another bite of his sandwich.

"I'm not so fond of them myself either, just more fond of their pussies," Zabini jibed and grinned.

"I can't seem to get several of them off of my back lately. All they want to do is talk to me about their feelings and their needs and all this bullshit. I don't care about any of it."

"Tell them that," Blaise advised.

"And never get to shag them again, Zabini? I've got a reputation to uphold now haven't I?"

"I suppose so." Blaise looked away from Draco and no other words were spoken between the two of them for the remainder of lunch.

About fifteen minutes before his next class started, Draco left the Great Hall to head off to class early.

An unusual, unexpected deed from him, but Potions was his favorite subject.

Walking down towards the dungeons silently, Draco was suddenly caught off guard by hearing a loud, agonized sounding groan.

His eyebrows knitted together and his forehead creased.

"I don't care if you have a little crush on her or have something for her Ronald!"

It was the voice of Hermione Granger.

Draco raised an eyebrow and smirked, growing evermore curious about this situation.

"I don't have any feelings for her Hermione, I just have feelings for you. You know that."

Draco crept silently, like a snake, along the wall eavesdropping desperately.

"I think that you're lying about it all Ron."

He moved closer and further along the wall, still silent and unnoticed by the Gryffindor pair.

"I'm not Hermione. Why don't you trust me? Have I ever given you any reason not to trust me?"

"No Ron, I just think that it's natural for guys to have crushes on other people whether they're single, dating, or married. I just don't know why you're hiding it from me? It makes me suspicious that something IS going on that you're just trying to keep from me."

"Well there isn't! I liked Lavender a long, long time ago and she wouldn't give me the time of day! Hermione I'm with you! I love you!"

Although he couldn't see IT, Hermione's eyes had widened significantly.

"If you love me Ron then why are you keeping this from me?"

"I'm not keeping anything from you! I have nothing to hide! She means nothings!"

That's right Weasley. Have at the bitch Granger!

"Ron please be mature about this will you? I know you like her! She flirts with you, you do it back. I don't care! I just want to make sure it's not going to turn into anything!"

"Oh yeah, Hermione it's definitely going to turn into something! I'm going to cheat on you repeatedly with her and never have the decency to tell you! That's exactly what's planned!"

"Ron! Why are you being a jerk!? If you continue to treat me this way I'm going to become a very irritating girl and you'll loose any touch or oral from me for a month!"

Whoaaa, that definitely took Draco by surprise.

"You already are irritating. And I'm saying that nothing is happening or going to happen. Period." Ron griped.

"I believe you! And how dare you say that Ron! I am just defending myself! I'm just wondering if you have any feeling for another girl! Why are you being such a jerk!?"

"You're the one who brought this all up!"

"Yes! Because I'm wondering if MY boyfriend wants to date somebody else or if he has feelings for somebody else, just to make sure he's still happy! Is that an unacceptable excuse!?"

"I've given you no reason not to trust me!"

"I never said I didn't trust you!"

"God! Fuck you Hermione!"

There was a long piercing silence then.

Then all of a sudden there was a swift noise of a hand cutting through the air, and then the sound of a harsh firm smack across the face.

Draco was again taken by surprise.

He wasn't surprised that she'd hit the Weasel, she'd hit Draco too before.

But it was Ron Weasley that she'd just hit.

She definitely had some spirit in her that needed to be tamed.

Draco smiled evilly at the thought.

Granger suddenly seemed a bit wild and was quickly becoming more appealing to Draco.

Suddenly she turned around the corner sharply and came face to face with Draco.

She was a vision.

Her eyes burnt furiously and were dark, her cheeks were red and her lips were parted.

Her hair was in a tiny bit of disarray and she was panting softly, her chest rising and falling rhythmically.

Draco wanted to ravage her on the spot.

Yummy. A girl with fight and spirit in her, a somewhat rare type to come by.

She glared up at the towering Draco scathingly.

He smirked down at her, trying to irritate her.

It worked.

She pushed past him violently so that he was pushed back up against the wall as she swept past him.

Draco watched after her very amused and very interested.

Granger certainly had changed this year.

Why hadn't he seen or noticed it before now?

Because he was a blind, crazy, prejudice fool, that's why.

While watching her quickly retreating form from against the wall Draco Malfoy wasn't sure what came over him, but willingly he pulled away from the wall and followed after her.

Midway down the corridor he saw her turn sharply down another corridor.

Draco picked up his pace and turned down the corridor he'd seen her go down.

"Oy! Granger!" He shouted after her.

She was running, nearly sprinting down the corridor.

He watched her stop dead in her tracks at the sound of his voice.

She swiveled around to face him with a livid expression.

Draco stepped towards her until there was about fifteen feet between them.

Hermione's eyes were trying to hold up a mask of an initmidating look.

"So you and Weasley..." Draco began with a charming smile.

Hermione's eyes narrowed.

She took three steps towards him and jabbed her index finger into his chest.

"Don't you even dare-"

"I will admit I always thought Weasley and Brown had a thing for one another."

Hermione raised her eyebrows.

"Not that it's any of your business, but what would give you that idea Malfoy?"

He chuckled and began to circle around Hermione slowly.

"We he certainly doesn't treat you as well as he treats Brown. If I remember correctly he had a thing for her in sixth year. There were always latched onto to each other. You know, come to think of it, even this year I have seen him watching her during classes. And in the hallways, he's always trying to get a good look at her ass. I wouldn't be surprised at all if he's cheating on you with her."

Hermione uncontrollably let a tear fall from her eye and trail down her cheek.

Quickly she rubbed it away.

"Ron says nothing is happening and that she doesn't like him-"

"A typical and overly used excuse. Believe me I've used that one." He winked at her.

Loosing her control Hermione furiously grabbed Draco by his shirt collar.

"You will never, never, never, EVER breathe a word of this to anybody." She growled at him.

Draco chuckled prying her hand from his collar.

"I don't know about that Granger, I might just happen to remember in Transfiguration and ask Weasley or Brown about it."

"No." Hermione spat furiously.

"You're going to mind your own business and leave this here, between us."

"I wish that were true, but there's only one way. What are you willing to offer me?" He asked smiling.

"Nothing."

"Hmm. Then I get to torture you about it, and I will say something to Weasley about it."

Hermione let a few more tears fall down her cheeks.

Draco's smile widened.

"Until next time Granger," he chuckled before walking away from her.

But just as he began to walk away he was suddenly attacked and forced down to the ground.

"What the-"

Hermione punched him square in the jaw and slapped him across the face.

"You mind your own bloody business Malfoy! You do that or I'll- or I'll- argghhh-"

Draco grabbed her arms and pinned them down to her sides flipping her over so that he was above her.

"I should murder you for that Granger."

Hermione smiled and too quickly for him to follow yanked her right arm from his grip and punched up, smashing his face again.

Draco clutched his face and Hermione pushed him away.

When Hermione stood up again she had tears streaming down her face and she was shuddering.

"Don't ever come near me or Ron again. Leave us alone."

With that she fled from Draco, leaving him clutching his bloody lip.

God she's rougher than I could ever imagine. He thought.

He chuckled then.

She likes it rough. And I sure as hell am NOT going to drop this. I'm going to tease her to no end and make her cry and fight me everyday.

With this thought Draco began to feel his insides change and his feelings towards Hermione Granger change.

And for a split second he liked her and didn't mind it.

Ok so thats the end of the second chapter. Once again I thank and dedicate this chapter to my beta! You're brillant! Please review and let me know what you think, I know this is starting slow but I hope to pick up the pace and get into the goooood stuff :)