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A/N: Thanks to all my reviewers, and my beta, Sarah Rensi.

Chapter Three

Hermione walked down the corridor in between Harry and Ron. She hadn't looked up once since leaving the Potions room, instead allowing Harry and Ron to just talk over her head. They hardly seemed to care, or notice, for that matter.

She was still feeling exhilarated from her previous class period. Although she would never admit this to anyone else, she had been trying to get a rise out of Malfoy. In any way. She was annoyed that he had sat so close to her and knew that, by batting her eyelashes a bit and parting her lips, she could get a reaction from him.

And it had worked.

It was so easy to get him to play right into her hand. All she had to do was pull her skirt up and unbutton her shirt. He was such a…guy, to be pulled in by such obvious ploys.

It was exciting and gave her a rush. Never before had she tried to distract a man with her body. She knew that she should have felt immoral and guilty, because she was just trying to tease him. Instead, she felt…empowered. In control. Rarely had she felt this way around Malfoy, but she absolutely loved it.

Hopefully she could make this feeling last.

Later that night, at dinner, Hermione began to feel antsy. During her charms period, the class had been assigned a three-foot-long essay, due in a week. She was eager to get started on it, to get it out of the way. Few people understood her eagerness to finish assignments early, yet that never stopped her.

She finished scarfing down her dinner then stood. "I'm going to the library," she announced to her friends, swinging her bag over her shoulder. Harry and Ron mumbled their reply, their attention focused on their food, while Ginny had the decency to actually look up and wave goodbye to the older girl.

Hermione made it to the library without any hassles. With all of Hogwarts in the Great Hall, the library was empty and silent, just the way she preferred it. She found a table large enough to handle all the books she was planning on needing for this essay, and set to work.

"Evening, Granger. Can't say I'm surprised to find you here."

Hermione's head shot up at the sound of Malfoy's voice. He was standing in front of her, casually leaning against one of the bookshelves, his hands loosely tucked into his pockets, the beginnings of a smirk present on his face.

"What do you want, Malfoy?" she practically snarled, returning her attention back to her essay.

"Just wanted to see why my favorite Gryffindor wasn't at dinner. I should have guessed that she would be working on homework." She scoffed at his word choice, while secretly pleased that he had called her his 'favorite.'

"Is there anything else I can help you with?" she asked.

"Actually, yes." He grabbed a chair and sat down next to her. "I figured we should probably start planning some events, for Dumbledore's silly 'unity' project."

She crossed her arms over her chest and raised an eyebrow. "Oh? And what did you have in mind?"

He leaned in closer. "Well…" Suddenly, his eyes dropped down to her parchment. A devilish glint appeared in his eyes, unnoticed by Hermione.

"Actually, I was wondering if you would write my Charms essay for me." Hermione's eyes nearly bugged out of her head. "As I'm sure you know, I am much too busy with all of my Slytherin activities, and I could really appreciate the help—"

She snapped her book closed, shutting up Draco. "Malfoy, you are an absolute git to think that I would actually do your homework!" She shoved her parchment and quills into her bag and stormed away from the table.

Draco smirked and quickly followed her. Obviously it wasn't too difficult to get little Miss Granger riled up.

"C'mon, Granger, I'm only joking." He grabbed her waist and pulled her towards him.

"Malfoy, let go of me!" she said, struggling against his hold.

"Granger, don't fight how you clearly feel. We both know you can't resist my undeniable charm." He leered down at her smaller form.

She rolled her eyes. "You are definitely the only person in this situation who feels that you have 'undeniable charm.' I see it as undeniable idiocy."

"You wound me, Granger," he said, clutching his heart. "Quit rejecting your feelings and just admit that you fancy me."

She scoffed and pushed him away. "I'm not 'rejecting' anything, and I most definitely do not 'fancy' you!"

He grabbed her wrist and pushed her against a bookshelf. "That makes one of us," he whispered into her ear, before pushing her hair off her shoulder and sliding her shirt down, leaving her shoulder bare.

She attempted to move away but his actions kept her frozen. "Malf-"

His teeth against her shoulder shut her right up.

He bit lightly, leaving barely a mark, but sending shivers coursing through her body. He pressed his lips against the spot he had just made, then licked at the skin. He repeated the process, holding her arms against the bookshelf, pressing his entire body against hers.

He continued to caress her shoulder with his mouth, assaulting her with his scent. Her knees felt weak, her mind was hazy: he was doing things to her she had never even imagined.

He continued the process one last time, biting, kissing, licking, before moving his mouth to her jaw, her cheek, her nose, her eye. He then leaned into her ear.

"Are you sure you don't fancy me?" he asked, his voice low and raspy and sexy.

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