Back to the subject at hand, Hermione Granger. I need her.

I've watched her over the last few years, not monitored her or stayed up at night to watch her sleep, but when she walked passed I watched her. She was playing with me, her lips pert when she's near me, she drops her left arm down and it's almost like her whole body sways. It's a beautiful walk. Let me paint a picture of something far more beautiful than anything produced by the likes of Picaso or Van Goth, she was a perfect five foot five. She wore her uniform with all the buttons done up, when she wore it, but if not she wore her bootleg jeans. They framed her perfect bottom almost magically. They hugged her thighs in a 'you can look, but don't you touch' kind of way and left the calves to anyone's imagination. There is something so sexy about a woman's calf. The way they are stiff when in heels, with the line in front on the bone which almost glimmers in the light and then the little muscle highlighted with the indent almost half way between the front and the back. Can you imagine them, with the clip clap of heels as well. It's mesmerising. She always carried around a slouchy shoulder bag, but could never fit everything inside it. I was curious. She had up to four books in her hands at any given time, her wand tucked into her uniform and a common room with places to leave any unwanted or needed accessories in between lessons. We had fifteen minutes to roam from lesson to lesson with amicable time to get from one side of the school to the other if required. Yet she struggled. I thought about asking if she needed help but she's the feminist type, who would be offended if I didn't offer my service to males as well as females. She'd probably give me a lecture and try to throw a punch, she's done it before you know, and end up throwing her books down. I'd have to walk away then, but I'd be dying to help her pick up her things. Longing for my hand to cover hers and then our eyes lock and we fall deep into each other's eyes. But I didn't ever try.

She was the only girl to see me in the library to study. I'd usually go in around nine o'clock in the evening. Usually things come to me easily, I barely needed to concentrate but with everything going on at home, and my future in the hands of others, I needed something to fall back on. Pressure is always a good thing, the only thing that makes me hate it is that when you're trying to read in your head and you get the voice over, just pumping up the pressure more and more!

"You know flicking through a book at a hundred miles an hour, doesn't mean you're actually taking in all the information."

She was hovering over me. Her arm pressed against the table and skimming my ear. Her scent was beautiful, natural and womanly. Her just being there was a turn on to me.

"Lots on my mind." Why would she care about that. Why did I say it?!

"You know Malfoy, if you were like this all the time things would have been a lot different between us. I don't care what's on your mind but the library is my place so if you could turn your pages a little more quietly it would be appreciated."

"Pardon me for being petty, but no." With that I banged the books down on the table, whistled and made a general amount of noise.

Pardon the cliché, but she is so beautiful when she's angry. Her cheeks flush a little and her nostrils flare. She gets all huffy and puffy, she was the perfect woman. She gathered together all her millions of books and stormed out of the library. I was left alone, and frankly I have no idea how she spent so much time in here alone. It was frightening.

"You know Malfoy, I thought that we could get along." She was back, she saw me floating over to her table, to take an interest in what she had been doing. I wanted to still be able to sense her in the room, I needed to know what she knew, to strike up a conversation with mutual interests.

"What are you doing Draco?" Her eyebrow raised as she spoke, I had confused her. This was a trick up my sleeve. This was my chance.

"You know Hermione I've been curious as a cat about you from the moment we locked eyes all those years ago."

"You and me both, Mr. Malfoy." She allowed the sides of her mouth to creep up her face and almost force a smile. Such a devilish smile. "The library was a fantastic place for us to meet you know."

"Call me a genius."

"I wouldn't go that far." Before she could finish her sentence he was near here. His hands exploring her fabulous body.

I started caressing her legs up, rubbing gently through her tights until I got to the waist band and then I pulled them down slowly. Once they had reached the floor I continued back up her legs feeling her silky skin. I kissed her thighs, teasing her, and heard her whispering moans. I stood up, and began to unbutton her shirt to reveal her silk green bra. If I wasn't hard before, I sure as hell was now. My mouth drew closer to her cleavage and before I could dive in and enjoy her bosom too much a noise near the door disturbed us.

I left her there, in nothing but her matching underwear set awaiting to be found by the mysterious person creeping through the library after lights out in the school.

With a shake and a gasp I awoke. I had dreams about her before, but it could still smell her in the air. I could practically feel her in the room, her sense you see if so specific I could feel it out in seconds. She makes the hair on the back of my neck stand up, the sound of her sweet voice runs through me like a piece of classical music. In the same why you feel emotion, even though you don't fully understand what's going on. She is a classical piece of writing, that is the perfect analogy.

I spoke softly to my wand until it beamed light and had a quick look around my room, I simply couldn't shake the feeling of her. I found nothing, frankly I was very disappointed. If I found her, I would have taken her right there. I long to find her.

The next few hours of sleep past like seconds to me, I had my Muggle Studies lesson for her. I took this for two reasons; her and to screw with my father. I hated the class but loved the company. It was predominantly female, which was lovely, but it had her. She arrived every morning fifteen minutes earlier than any other student. I know this because so did I. We reached the door at the same time and I rudely allowed myself inside before. I could hear her 'tut' at me, I smirked.

"We have a new teacher?" I found come out of my mouth as I saw a beautiful blonde female stood behind the desk.

"Call me Sara," It was 'Zara' with an 'S' is how she pronounced it, she had her hair tied up but you could tell it stalked her back, her eyes were piercing green, almost cat-like. She had such fragile features and immaculate red lips.

"Draco Malfoy." I nodded at her and put my hand up.

"Hermione Granger." She didn't even look up from her book. She was rude, and it made me want her more.

"Okay guys, I know no one else is here yet but we're going to be working in pairs for the next few months. I am assigning them to ensure an equal amount of work. You guys are clearly punctual and courteous, you two will be together." She turned the write down after speaking and began to look into her bag.

I was elated with this news. I was going to be close enough to smell her beautiful hair, to feel her breathing on my neck!

"Um, Sara? I beg you reconsider your decision, I much prefer to work alone." I heard her say.

"Ms. Granger, I believe I mentioned before you will in couples for the next six months. I am responsible for pairing people up and I stick with my decision. In fact I already gave a good enough, in my opinion, reason as to why you two are paired. Please sit closer to Mr. Malfoy."

Hermione huffed and puffed about it, but she joined me reluctantly at my table.

"Right Malfoy, let's make some things clear…"

She continued talking but all I could think about was how I had her next to me for the next six months at least three times a week, including homework time. It was amicable time to make her fall. I may even throw in a bit of hard to get, just to keep my sweet interested.

"I'm the leader for the next six months, for this lesson and any others we may unfortunately be stuck together for. I will not settle for slacking, if you do not try then you will be receiving the grade, you will not drag me down to your stupidity…" The instructions carried on for what felt like longer than a week and then we were joined by the other students.

Sara was stood there, her eyes fixed upon her wrist watch, "Late!" She yelled, it made me jump, and Hermione smirk. "Late, late late! If you cannot arrive on time then do not arrive at all! Anyone like to leave? Then go! I do not have time in my schedule for inconveniences. You have been warned."

Good God, if Hermione kept her looks and had Sara's personality I would be like putty in her hands. She wouldn't know what hit her! My gaze fixed on her brown curled hair as I thought and arrived back into consciousness to hear the assignment. Things are going to get a lot more interesting!

So that's Chapter Two.

I hope you've enjoyed it, if so let me know. If not? Let me know. Please don't be brief with 'I hate it' let me know why and I'll get back to you, and maybe even consider some changes you may suggest.

Thanks,

Karla-James

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