A/N: Okay the second chapter is up. Hopefully everyone is enjoying this so far. If not I'm truly very sorry. Oh yeah, I still don't own anything no matter how hard I wish I did cough Draco cough. Enjoy.

Hermione practically ran to the library once she was able to get away. As she entered, she searched the library's reading room to see if Pansy was already there. Not spotting her, she walked to the back of the library where Pansy was sitting at a table in the corner of the room.

Hermione sat down next to her. "Where were you at breakfast?" she whispered, not wanting anyone to hear. Pansy sat there quietly fiddling with her hands and not looking at her. Hermione looked at her puzzled. "What's wrong?"

Pansy finally looked up from her hands, but still did not look at Hermione. "I found out who the girl is," she said with a mixture of anger and hurt in her voice. Hermione looked at her, confusion written in her face. Pansy stayed quiet, looking straight ahead.

"Well?" she questioned impatiently. "It can't be that bad. Can it?"

Pansy finally looked at her dead in the eye and said quietly, "It's you."

CHAPTER 2


"WHAT!?" Hermione screamed in shock. Pansy looked around quickly making sure nobody had heard. Realizing it was the weekend and no one was in the library, she finally turned to Hermione who looked like if she hadn't been sitting down already she would have fallen to the floor. She had a dazed look on her face. For the second time that day, a hand was waving in front of her face.

"Granger, Granger!" Pansy said as she tried to bring Hermione out of her daze. She finally turned to look at her, though her expression was still in utter shock. "Bloody hell, Granger. What's wrong with you?"

Hermione blinked at her a few times before finally coming to focus on her face. "Pansy, that is not funny. You almost gave me a heart attack," Hermione said finally coming back to her normal self. She clenched her heart as if really having a heart attack. She was breathing hard trying to regain control of her breathing. "Now please, if you don't know who this girl is, just don't make her up. I'm not expecting you to find out who she is so soon. For Merlin's sake it hasn't even been one day."

"I wasn't kidding Granger. It's you he's in love with," Pansy said angrily.

Hermione stared at her in utter disbelief. "No. It can't be true. You must have gotten the wrong information. It's too soon anyway. You must have dreamt it up. Yeah, that's it," she said, more to herself than to Pansy.

"Are you that thick, Granger? Do you really think that I could go to sleep last night after all that happened? No, sorry for your pathetic little excuses, but I didn't dream it," she said. "I only wish I had."

Hermione's mind was wandering. Why me? Of all the people that the little ferret wanted, why did it have to be me? No, it's got to be wrong. She had to have gotten the information wrong. She probably asked Crabbe or Goyle. Thickheads. "Pansy, this doesn't make any sense. You had to have asked the wrong people. Malfoy hates me. Whoever you got this information from must be lying. I'm a mudblood. He would never admit to something as far out as liking a mudblood."

Pansy shook her head. "No. I got the information from a reliable source. Only one person would know something that deep about him."

"Then why would he tell you?"

Pansy sighed deeply. "I have a great influence on the people that come to know me." Hermione looked at her with a raised eyebrow. "Ok, fine I promised to do a little favor for him. And don't ask what that is."

Hermione was still skeptical about the whole thing. "But how do you know for sure that he is a reliable source. I mean really Pansy look at it from my point of view. This could be some sick joke to bring me down. All you Slytherin's are like that. Who is this person anyway?"

"It's Draco's best friend, Blaise Zabini. Draco tells him everything and even though they are best friends he's still a Slytherin who'll do whatever he needs to get what he wants," Pansy said as Hermione gave her a questioning look. What could he possibly want? She thought to herself. Pansy rolled her eyes, "Fine, I'll tell you since I know that's what you want to ask anyway. He wants me."

Hermione wore a look of confusion on her face. "I don't get it. Why would he tell you something like that if he's the one that wants you. And what's this little favor you're going to do for him? Oh, merlin. He's not gonna make you have-."

"No, of course not. Geez, Granger. What kind of person do you think I am? Don't answer that," she said as Hermione opened her mouth. "The point is he told me because he knows I have a thing for Draco and I guess he thought if he told me that I knew I couldn't compete with someone like you and run to him."

Hermione was shocked at her words. This could not be happening. Malfoy hated her. All she was, was a filthy little mudblood to him and nothing else. Someone that he picked on since second year when he first called her that awful name. At the time she didn't know what it meant, until Ron got really mad and tried to hex him only to have the curse backfire and come back to him. Ron had explained to her and Harry later on what it meant.

She sighed deeply, still trying to process this new information. "Ok, say....this information is true, even though I still don't believe you," Pansy rolled her eyes, "what do you suggest we do about this?"

"What are you asking me for? This was your idea," Pansy practically yelled.

Hermione quickly shushed her as Madam Pince looked up from her desk with a scowl. "Sshh, Pansy calm down. Just seeing if you had any suggestions. No need to get your knickers in a bunch. That is if you're wearing any."

Pansy glared at her, then slowly smiled and shook her head. Hermione grunted in disgust. "Gross, I didn't ask you. There was no need to answer. Anyway, I'm going to have to think about this for a while," she sighed and got up from her seat. "I'll find you later with another plan. Just make sure you act the same around Malfoy. We don't want him to be getting suspicious or anything."

"Alright, but it better be a good one," Pansy said as she too stood up and walked away.

Hermione watched her until she was out of the library then plopped back down in her seat. Now what am I going to do? This whole thing sucks now. I guess its not going to be hard to recruit the girl after all. Yuck, now I'm going to have to seduce him. What have I got myself into this time? she thought.

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Draco Malfoy angrily walked to the Slytherin common after his confrontation with Granger. He reached the stone wall down in the dungeons and muttered the password, Pureblood (A/N: I know, same as CoS. Sorry, I'm not very creative.). There weren't too many students in the common room. Draco spotted Blaise doing what looked like homework in the corner of the dungeon.

"Doing homework again Blaise? Are you trying to prove that you have some brains in that thick head of yours?" Draco asked as he took a seat across from Blaise.

Blaise kept on with his work as he answered him, "For your information I have more brains than anyone in our class and that's including you. Well, maybe not your precious little Granger."

Draco quckly looked around the common room to see if there were any prying ears around. "Keep your voice down Zabini," he whispered angrily to him.

"As for thick head, well," he went on ignoring Draco's comment, "I'm glad you noticed, but in case you forgot that head doesn't have a brain, " he said as he finally looked up and smirked.

Draco glared at him. "It would be nice if you don't say anything about my interest in a place where someone can overhear."

"Relax, Draco. No one heard and no one's going to find out," he said. Except of course for Pansy who I told only this morning. "Its our little secret," he whispered.

"And it better stay that way," he said as his face relaxed. He had told his little secret to Blaise, because unlike his other Slytherin "friends" Blaise would be true to his word. Well, as true as a slytherin can be. Blaise would use this information only it was to his advantage and Draco saw nothing that would cause him to do that. So there was no threat. He hoped.

"So, where have you been? You disappered after breakfast this morning. I looked for you, but couldn't find you so I came back here to do some work."

Draco eyed him curiously. Blaise was never one to question him, so why was he questioning him now. "No where in particular. Why do you ask?

Blaise shrugged his shoulders. "No reason really." Actually, I want to know if you were with Pansy. She was asking way to many questions, he thought. Well, she won't be asking many more questions about you now that she knows about the mudblood. Blaise had liked Pansy for a long time now, but she was always following Draco around like a little puppy. This was finally a way to get her to be with him, even if it was sort of forced. She'll realize later that she won't be able to get enough of me, he thought and smirked.

Draco studied Blaise's face as he seemed to be thinking. It made him wonder if he could trust him after all. "Well, since I'm bothering you, I think I'll leave you to your work. I'm going to take a little nap before lunch," he said as he got up and walked to his dorm room.

It had been a long night. Telling Pansy off had got him riled up, especially after he had let it slip that there was someone else on his mind. He hoped that she was far too upset to have even caught it. He was afraid that she would start asking questions today and somehow find out that it was Granger. He was always looking and thinking of her. Thats what he was doing in the astronomy tower last night. Thinking of her again. At first he thought that he had hated her, but the more he insulted and tormented her, the more he started realizing that he in fact actually fancied her. And what a nightmare that had been. He had been in denial which caused him to torment her even more, but it was no use. Eventually he just came to terms with it and admired her from afar. He knew nothing would ever come out of it so he just thought and thought of her and now it was getting too hard to do. That's why the whole Pansy thing occured.

It was Friday and Draco was starting to get frustrated. For some reason Granger had been everywhere he had been that day. At lunch they had both reached the doors to the great hall at the same time and tried to open it. Actually she reached it first and his hand had grabbed her hand. Draco wasn't sure if he had ever gotten so hard by just touching someone, and on the hand no less. She had told him to get his dirty ferret-stained hands off of her and he had retaliated by telling her she was the one that was dirty and calling her a mudblood. After that he had bumbed into her in the hall and where she told him to sod off. And it didn't end there. In potions, the last class of the day, he was walking in behind her when she suddenly bent down to pick up the pencil that she had dropped. If he thought he had gotten hard before lunch when they touched then he was about to explode when she exposed what was under her skirt.

That night someone had gotten a hold on some firewhiskey and he had taken advantage. For the first time since Pansy had started throwing herself at him he didn't hesitate taking her up to his room and having his way with her. Of course it wasn't her that he was thinking about. Granger and her in that exposed position in potions class that day was still fresh in his mind. As it was today.

Draco got up to his room thinking of Granger again and hard as a rock. There was no way that he was going to get any sleep with this problem. Hell, it hurt just to walk. He was going to have to relieve himself, wishing it were a pretty little bushy haired know-it-all doing it for him.

Locking the door to his dorm and making sure that there was no one there, he started to relieve himself. Deciding to stand making it a little more comfortable he unzipped his pants standing over his bed and proceded to pull out his throbbing shaft. It pulsed as he grabbed it and stroked it slowly up and down. Draco wasn't gigantically huge nor was he incredibly small. He thought of it as "just the right size." He closed his eyes as he imagined Grangers wet lips and small hand stroking his cock. He groaned as he went a little faster tightening his hand around it. The tip was quickly filled with precum as he made small circles around the head. All the while picturing Granger's mouth taking him in and out of her mouth, hard and fast. Just when he thought he was getting started, it was over just like that, shooting cum and it landing on his bed. Never in his life had he gone that fast. He cursed himself for thinking of her. This really needs to stop, he thought as he cleaned up his mess. If I don't stop this soon, I'm not sure what can happen.

Instead of taking a nap, Draco instead decided on a cold shower something he should have done in the first place.

After about twenty minutes in the shower he came out just in time to hear a knock at the door and someone calling his name.

"Draco, Draco. It's me. Please open up."

Draco groaned as he realized who it was. For Fuck's sake. Can't I be left alone for five minutes. He walked to the door and roughly pulled it open. "Damn it Pansy, how many times do I have to tell you to forget about what happened before you get it through your thick skull," he yelled.

Pansy stood in the doorway looking terrified and on the verge of tears. Just pull yourself together Pansy. You can do this, she thought to herself. "Draco, please just hear me out. There's something I have to tell you. Something that you need to know."

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A/N: Well, thats my second chapter. I hope you guys liked it. I know I'm leaving you in some sort of a cliffhanger, but I plan on leaving all my chapters like that just so you can come back for more. Well, I hope anyway. Please, please, please review and thank you for those few that did. It really means a lot to me. I'm not sure when the next chapter will be up, but I will try to write some more soon. If you have any suggestions please feel free to express them. I have an idea of where the story is going, but you never know who's advice I'll take.