"Hey Granger, are you as smart as Einstien? Cause you look like him. And you're both muggles!" Hermione heard Draco say. She turned to him. "Draco you'd better shut up or I'll put a hex on you!"

The Slytherins laughed, but they didn't have time to retort because the class began.

"God, Malfoy pisses me off," she muttered to Harry and Ron. They nodded quickly.

But during the lesson, Hermione caught herself staring at him more than once. Is it just me, she wondered, or has 16 year-old Draco Malfoy begun to look... hotter?

During the lesson, Hermione found it hard to concentrate on the lesson. Draco really WAS hot. Now he didn't wear gel, so his blonde hair hung in his face, which made him look ever more sexy. But Hermione knew it was just a fantasy. Malfoy would never consider going out with a mudblood.

"Hey, Hermione, you ok?" Harry asked, snapping his fingers in her face. It was lunchtime and she really needed to snap out of it. "Yeah, Yeah. I'm fine." She shook her head a couple of times, and made herself stop thinking about how hot Malfoy was. Damn! If there was only one way for me to get him! She wondered angrily.

But by nightime, she had the perfect solution.