This is where it starts to get good… if you know what I mean  ~winks knowingly~  hope I get all the details right… since I haven't really had any experience with all of this myself… please read and review… I'll love you if you do  (hey, that rhymes =) … it's really late, maybe I should think of getting some sleep… nah)   =P

Chapter 5 – A Late Night Encounter

            She couldn't form words fast enough, and through the chaos of her brain, she heard Draco utter, amusement in his voice, "Oh, don't let me interrupt, Granger, continue…"

She was furious.  "What the hell, Malfoy?  You're not supposed to be here!!  How the hell did you get into my room, you sick pervert?"

"I have my ways Granger.  And as for being a pervert, I don't think that I'm the one writing naughty fantasies in my little private journal, right Granger?"

"You shouldn't have been reading that in the first place, Malfoy."  Her eyes were stinging with tears of rage.  She was trying, unsuccessfully to pull the towel tighter around herself.  Even though it was covering most of her body, she still felt extremely exposed. "Get out, Malfoy… get out now" she growled at him.

"Ooh, Granger,"  he moved across the room, closer to her, "I don't think you want me to do that."

"Why wouldn't I. Malfoy?"  her voice taking on a dangerous tone.

"Because it's obvious you want me…"  he spoke, softly, temptingly.  Before she could utter a retort, Draco continued, saying, "And I want you too."

It felt as if fireworks were going off in her brain.  She staggered a bit as she tried to process what Draco had just said.  Her brain was working furiously… and before she was consciously aware of what she was doing, she was ranting at him,

"Why do you like to taunt me, Malfoy?  What the hell have I ever done to you to make you want to play such a cruel trick on me?!  You can have any of the girls in the school, I see it.  They throw themselves at you every day.  They'd give anything to be in your bed… why don't you go after them?!  Why must you taunt me, just because I've had a few strange dreams that happened to have you in it…"  She looked up and saw his eyes.  They held a look of genuineness that she had never seen before.

"I want you, Hermione"  he uttered, softly, almost a whisper.  She was surprised to hear him call her by her first name.  She couldn't recall if he had ever called her anything other than Granger or "Mudblood".  He had moved closer to her again, almost as close as he had been in the library.  Draco was changed… it was almost as if he had thrown off the barriers that he held up to maintain his tough exterior.  There was something different about him… something innocent, almost. 

"You must be mistaken…" Hermione started.  "You couldn't want me…"  her insecurity was building having him so close to her.  She avoided his gaze.  Softly, she said, "You probably only want me because I'm still a virgin in every way, and you can brag to your friends about how many girls you've slept with."  She looked up at him, a lingering of anger still present in her gaze.

His mischievous grin was back, "Maybe, Granger.  You never know, do you?  But you haven't denied that you want me, and I've told you that I want you.  Although you may not choose to believe it, you are beautiful.  And to tell the truth… I've dreamt about you a couple of times, too."

Hermione looked up at his eyes, searching to see if this was true.  She saw a playful glint in his eyes, and decided to herself that he was being truthful. 

The silence that was descending upon them was finally broken when Hermione asked, "So, Malfoy… what are you here for?"

"Please, call me Draco… and like I said… I want to make your fantasies come true…"  He smiled as he met her eyes.