If there was one person that I hated more than Voldemort and my father combined, it was fucking Saint Potter! He always knew how bring my girl down. And he certainly had done it again. My mood wasn't the best to start with, but when I saw her, eyes red and shoulders hanging down defeated , I knew it would only get worse. She now sat with her friends again, the first time in 2 weeks, and was talking to Potter, who acted as if he cared about her. Though he only cared about himself and when he could fuck his stupid and equally self centered girlfriend again. The She-Weasel was now laying a hand on Hermione's shoulder smiling and was probably trying to convince her to eat. But my sweet and obviously disturbed girl only shook her head.

"Draco!" Pansy called with that annoying voice of hers. She sat down on my left site, as close as possible and leaned towards me. "I haven't seen you in the common room yesterday, where were you?" "None of your business." I spoke coldly through my gritted teeth. Anyone who knew me, had learned to run away as fast as they could if I ever used this tone on them. Pansy didn't... "Oh well, I heard next weekend we are allowed to go to Hogsmead. I was hoping we could go..."

And I exploded: "You stupid bitch! I have made it more than clear, but I will say it again for your slow brain to understand: I have never nor will I desire to do anything with you, especially not spend more time with you than I have to. No go on someone else's nerves I'm sure there are plenty guys you can spread your legs for!" She stared at me wide eyed, than tears burst out of her ugly eyes and she ran away, crying. Suddenly I noticed the silence, everyone stared at me, including her...

"What?!" I challenged them, dared them to speak up to me. No one did, of course. So I sat back down, apparently I had gotten up during my outburst at Pansy. I glanced at my godfather and saw his scowl. He would talk to me about that later. I sighed, the day was just getting better and better. "So someone is in the shittiest mood ever." I heard Blaise say. He must have entered just before my outburst. I glared at him but he wasn't easily intimidated. In his usual elegant way, he sat beside me but thankfully kept quiet for the rest of the breakfast. A few times I looked at Hermione, trying to catch her view. To send a message with my eyes, but everytime she noticed me looking at her, she would turn abruptly away. I knew that it had something to do with Potter. It was always this fucking bastard! I needed to get her alone, but that wouldn't be easy, now that she was reunited with her friends. An evil smile made it's way on my face. Today would be Potions. And she was my assigned partner to work with...

The hours until Potions class seemed to last longer than normal. I saw her a few times during the day, in the halls – always with one of her friends – , in classroom and of course at lunch, where she decided to sit with her back to me. I wasn't stupid, I knew that she was avoiding me. And I left her the perception that it worked. She didn't know that I was holding back. Maybe she thought I got the message and left her alone, well... she would be in for a massive let-down! I was early for class even though I knew that she would arrive only seconds before the gong. So I prepared everything. Set the cauldron, light the fire and gathered all ingredients needed. This way she couldn't run away from me with the stupid excuse of gathering something. When she finally arrived, just with the sound of the gong, I released the breath I had been holding fo the last few seconds. A small part of me had worried she wouldn't show up. Hiding from me like a coward. But lucky me she truly was a Gryffindor.

As Snape finished his introduction and we were set to work, I firstly tried it with acting dumb. "You have been crying," I quietly talked to her. She snorted. "Oh I am so impressed by your razor sharp mind, Malfoy." she spit out. She didn't know, that her anger was a relief for me. She talked! That was a first step. I leaned in closer and whispered in her ear: "Tell me why!" I could see the goosebumps appear on her neck. She was obviously reacting to my close proximity. Still... she ignored my demand. Instead she continued to chop. I decided to let it go, for now. We worked mostly in silence, the talk was only regarding the potion. I used every chance I got to touch her: a slight brush of our shoulders, a lingering of my fingers on hers when I gave her a bottle. I craved her touch, needed to feel her skin more than I needed the fucking air to breath! It was a drug, she was my drug and I couldn't get enough! I always loved to feel her skin pressed to mine, to be as close to her as possible. Then it always felt as if we were meant to be like that, like nothing could ever drew us apart. But apparently something did, well someone. I threw a venomous glare at Potter, which he returned, and tried again to talk to her, this time in a more sensual way. "I missed you last night." I said in my best bedroom voice. Of course she acted as if I hadn't spoken at all, but I watched her closely, I saw her taking in a few trembling breaths. So I continued: "I was busy with my extra class with Snape. He constantly scowled me because I didn't concentrate... all I could think of was you. You in that dark green lingerie I bought you. Or even better: without it." Her hands were shaking, her breaths fast and jerky. "And your moans... you have no idea how much it turns me on, when you moan my name. As if I was the only man in the whole fucking world you desire. Your man." Her eyes darted around searched for help, distraction, anything else than me. "S-Stop it!" she pleadingly whispered. I ignored it and went on: "But the moans are nothing compared to the way you scream my name when I make you cum!"

Smack! I stared disbelievingly at her. She had actually slapped me! My hand reached up to touch my cheek, it wasn't quite hurting, more like a burning on my skin. "50 points from Gryffindor, Miss Granger, and detention for a week. I will not tolerate such an aggressive behavior in my class!" She turned from me to Snape. Her eyes had told me all I needed to know: She wanted me, desperately! Only her fucking loyalty to Potter was holding her back. I would never give her up, she was mine! The sooner she realized that, the better for us all. But I understood that I had pushed her too far, at least in public, she'd been just as surprised as me that she had actually slapped me. I sent her a look, saying: you're going to make that up to me again later. When Snape spoke again: "And I believe it to be better if you switch partners." What? No! I opened my mouth to protest but Snape shot me glance that clearly said no debate about that. "Miss Granger, go and work with Mr McLaggen. Mr Boot you are to work with Mr Malfoy from now on." I clenched my fists. Of all students he could choose, he took the second worst after Potter! McLaggen had a thing for my Hermione, even the dumb Weasel knew that. Hermione had packed her things and hurried away. It took all of my self control not to grab her hand and demand that she stayed with me. I closed my eyes. Breath in and out, I told myself, in and out. Terry Boot let his bag fall to the ground and smiled cautiously. He knew better than to talk.

The rest of the class Terry brewed the potion alone, he was not a complete loss in this department, I gave him that, but I couldn't care less about this fucking potion. Not now that my woman, my Hermione was with this barnacle! I turned to look at them. Cormac fucking McLaggen had his hand on her shoulder, a comforting smile on his lips. But the worst was: She. Smiled. Back...

Hello again.

I had so much fun that I wrote the second chapter as well today.

As you all noticed this story begins in the middle of the plot, there will be flashbacks to explain the 'real' beginning, but I thought it would be more interesting like that.

And I have also change the narrator. I think it has more passion in it, when Draco expresses his... well addiction for Hermione like that. It has a bit more feeling in it, don't you think?

Hope you like it and enjoyed reading it.

Bye, WYS