The next week of Hermione Granger's life was spent dodging one Harry Potter, avoiding her book, and setting up for a dance she absolutely LOATHED.

Not to mention a strange new developement. Daydreaming. For what reason, she did not know, but lately she'd been daydreaming about none other than the horrible rat bastard himself: Draco Malfoy.

Hermione sat in her room, silent and unmoving.

'oh come on...you know you think he's handsome... he has a nice body indeed...' a small voice suddenly interjected into her mind. Hermione sat bolt upright.

'no. I do NOT. He's MALFOY... the twitchy ferret extraordinaire? Remember? I do not think he's handsome or has a nice body. no. Never. It's not allowed.' she thought, trying to squish all doubt in her mind.

'yes you do...now admit to it or I'll mercilessly make you visualize EVERYTHING... all his features...everything.' Her mind was turning against her now. It wasn't fair! Why her?

Suddenly there was a loud banging on her door.

"Granger!! Open the bloody door! Now! I know you're there!" Draco yelled angrily. Hermione jumped at the unexpected sound and rushed to save her door from an unnecessary beating.

"WHAT?!" she yelled, standing face to face with the pale blonde (furious) head boy himself. Great. Just what she needed. Him, banging down her doorway and giving her dirty looks. Perfect.

"would you make bloody Potter" he spat "go the bloody hell away?! NOW!!" she glared at him, breathing evenly, simply resting on the edge of her door.

"No."

"Why the hell not?!"

"Because, Malfoy, you didn't ask nicely."

"And I am not going to either, mudblood."

"Dark Lord ass kisser."

"Buck toothed scum sucker"

"is that the best you have Malfoy? wow, you've lost your touch. You used to actually insult me."

"that's beside the point. Why the hell won't you make Pothead get lost?"

"Because Malfoy," Hermione said, smiling angelically "at this particular moment in time it would not be smart. I don't want blood on my hands. If I were to see...that boy... right now, I would inflict a whole Hell of a lot of bodily harm. His vital organs would be gravy on the floor at my feet and his body would be bleeding from every orophus. Freely. Nothing would stop me from that right now. Not you, not me, no one." Her face glowed sweetly and her smile was still innocent but her voice... that was what scared Draco. She sounded... happy to say these things.

For the first time in his life, Draco not only looked at Hermione Granger, a muggle born, with awe, but he was also afraid of a girl. a bookworm no less!!

"You are... SERIOUSLY twisted Granger. Are you getting psychiatric help? Because you really need it." She walked past him, brushing lightly against his shoulder on accident, giggling like she'd been watching a funny TV show. She walked up to the door, opened it and said one word.

"Silencio." And with that Draco and Hermione both walked into their rooms in comfortable silence.

(Draco's View)

Draco sat still, layed back against his emerald silk pillows. His music played softly in the background. Three Days Grace. He'd never admit it but some muggle music was actually good to him.

He sighed, closing his eyes, reflecting on the look Hermone Granger had on her face while talking so morbidly about hurting someone. Let alone her best mate. That made his day completely. He smirked a bit, allowing his mind to wander.

'That Granger girl is quite pretty when she is being evil. She might make a good Slyhterin if she was always that way.' he unknowingly thought. 'Indeed. I wonder what triggered that episode. She looked really hot though, smiling like that while talking that way. She looked... Sexy. Her uniform seemed to look better on her today... it hugged her curves. God her hips... so perfectly rounded... and her legs, Damn. If she wasn't a mudblood...'

He bolted upright in his bed.

"NO!" he shouted, thoroughly disturbed by his own thoughts.

'you know she is though...' a voice whispered in his mind

'what? a mudblood? oh i definitely know that...'

'no. pretty... Sexy even.'

He shuddered.

'Thought so.'

The next morning marked a dreadful event for both Hermione and Draco. This fact left Draco in a very foul mood.

February 13th. Dear God.

Draco moaned as he got up out of bed and walked to his bathroom, aiming for a nice warm shower. You can imagine his utter shock when ice cold water hit his bare flesh.

"oh holy shit!!!" he yelled as he jumped. He quickly showered, dried off and got dressed. Then he proceeded to stomp over to Hermione's room and persistently bang the sod out of her door.

"coming!" he heard Hermione yell in a disgustingly cheery voice.

She opened her door a moment later, wrapped in a large fluffy towel, drying her wet curls with a hand towel. Steam poured from her bathroom, filling her room and spilling out, engulfing Draco. Hermione's smile tightened when she saw it was him, but she remained as she was.

'a very good mood.' Draco guessed. "Granger." he barked. "how warm was your shower? "

"umm I think about 105 degrees... why?" she looked genuinely confused. He glared.

"Because, Granger, mine was about 30 degrees. Not by choice either. So can you guess why?" he was leaning in closer and closer with each word he shouted at her.

"Oops. Sorry Draco." she giggled looking up and realizing the small distance between their faces'.

Draco tensed and his shoulders went rigid. He looked down, breaking the distance and leaning away.

'Damn her legs are perfect...and Merlin she smells good... lilacs and lavender with a touch of mint... mmm spicy yet gentle... her hair... god, she looks so happy... and so damn hot...' his thoughs were completely wild as he studied her from head to toe.

the way the towel hung on her body, how the water dripped right to the heavenly area just above her chest...

His face snapped up to hers.

"HOLY SHIT GRANGER!!! put some goddamn clothes on!" he cried as he hastily turned and nearly sprinted to his room. He could feel his cheeks heat up as he reddened. He'd been looking at her... and liking it! It wasn't allowed! Not for Him!

He caught a glimpse of her bare back, with the low slung towel draped on her, as she ducked into her room, slamming the door quickly. She was just as embarassed.

'oh my god... how did I not realize... I was still in my towel! For Pete's sake! How did I make such a stupid mistake?!' Hermione mentally scolded herself.

She was fully dressed now. A red and black sweater hung around her torso and hips with a pair of skinny jeans and furry boots on her lower half. Her hair hung damply in a loose clip.

'unless...you wanted him to see? oooh naughty naughty Hermione Granger!' a small voice prodded her annoyingly.

"no." she said aloud. "no that's... no... I would never...I mean fine, he is good looking but..." 'would i really do that?' She was firmly adamant that er answer was NO.

'admit it... you saw his look. You LIKED how he looked at you... you know you liked it.' there was that voice again.

'no. he looked at me like an unworthy mudblood.' she thought sardonically.

'I know you saw it Hermione Granger. Don't deny me the truth. He liked what he saw and so did you. I'm in your head trust me, I know what images you get. Besides if you don't like him, why does it matter?'

"it doesn't." she whispered uncertainly. "it doesn't matter." and with that she turned off her lights and left for a big day of shopping to find the right dress for tomorrow.