Here's the next chapter, please enjoy!

The next week was uneventful, Hermione caught Malfoy watching her on a regular basis.She tried to ignore his looks, his words kept ringing through her head...
"You'll just have to wait and see..." Wait for what? is what Hermione wanted to know. She thought up all sorts of causes for his parculiar behavior, each reason being more unlikely than the one before it. The one Hermione liked to daydream about was just like he said. He found her attractive and that he did indeed want her. She liked to fantasize about him walking by her in the halls and then just grabbing her and kissing her up against a wall. Hermione was no fool however, and knew his reasoning had to be something like a joke.

The bell rang and she snapped out of her trance. She flung her bag over her shoulder and proceded to follow Ron and Harry out of proffesor Flitwick's class, and to lunch.

Lunch went by quickly, Hermione hardly even paid attention to what she was eating. After she was done she allowed her eyes to wander towards Malfoy. He grinned once her eyes were on him, and she blushed. She knew that he had been waiting for her to look for him- had expected it even. She was turning a bright red shade, but she made herself keep her eyes on him. He directed hie syes to the door and then returned his gaze back to her, then stood up. She got the hint, and had a quick inner battle with herself, and decided to follow him. Maybe this would revel something.

She patted Harry on the back, "I'm going outside for a bit, I'm starting to get a headache."

He smiled at her, "Alright, see you in class then."

"Okay." she smiled back at him. She loved Harry as a brother, and at odd moments she felt this more than usual.

She all but ran from the Great Hall, and when she first got out of there, she couldn't find Malfoy. Then she spotted him leaning casually against the doors to outside.

"Coming Granger?"

"Yeah, yeah" She said, You cocky little bastard. She walked towards the door and for a brief moment she thought he was going to hold the door for her, but this thought was crushed when he walked out to the grounds without so much as a backwards glance. Figures.

"Let's go, come on, move it... I don't want anyone to see." he said without turning his head back to her. They walked for quite a ways, until they were near the Forbidden Forest, then he quickly pulled her inside the trees, far enough were they couldn't easily be seen.

"Malfoy, what are you doing?" She said in an apprehensive voice.

"I'm going to make this quick Granger. No one is to know about this meeting whatsoever, do you understand me?" His eyes darted from the the school and her eyes.

"Explain to me the meaning of this first." She looked at him, with a curious stare.

"Listen, you are in danger, and if anyone finds out about our little meeting, then the both of us will be in danger. Now, will you keep this secret, or will I have to let you fend for yourself, and see if you can get yourself out of this or not?" He looked deep into her eyes on this, and she could tell he was being sincere.

"Yes, I understand, now please, tell me what this is all about."

"Voldemort, yes I said his name, is after you, and he has given me the job of getting you." He watched her waiting for her reaction.

"You- You work for Voldemort, do you?" She knew he did, she had assumed he had since they were 11, but to have him outright admit it was a bit of a shock to her.

"You know what Snape does, don't you?"

"Well, yes... I believe so..." Hermione was apprehensive about saying he was a spy, just in case it jeopardized him.

"I'm the same as he is. In my fourth year, Dumbledore brought me into Snape's office and discussed my situation, with my family obviously being involved with Voldemort. When I came around, I told them I would be interested in being a spy. Snape has been mentoring me since." Hermione was having difficulties realizing what he was saying.

"You're actually a spy?" Was the only thing she could think of to reply. Then an even odder thought occured to her, though she didn't voice this one. Spies are really hot... Then she mentally smacked herself for thinking this, and got back to the situation at hand.

"Yes, I am. Voldemort's latest plan for me has been for me to get an inside link with one of Potter's friends. He believes that either Weasley, or you would be weaker than Potter himself, and more likely to give up information. I am supposed to put the Imperius charm on you, and force you to lead Potter out of the castle grounds, and then take the two of you to him." His eyes never wavered from her, waiting to see how she responed.

"Hmm... well..." was all she could say, and surprisingly Malfoy found this rather funny.

"I don't know if this is a good reaction or not. I was afraid you would freak out and start crying. Not simply say, well..." He wore a smirk, and looked at her disbelievingly.

"I could freak out and cry, but I'm waiting to see if you have a solution for me, where I won't have to worry about this."

"Actually I do, but it's not full proof yet. There are a lot of things that could go wrong. People are going to wonder about you. You are going to have to pretend as if you are under the Imperius charm, and do whatever I tell you to do. We're going to have to appear to becoming close. This will raise questions with all of your friends. Unfortuantely, all my friends will believe I have put you under the charm, because all of them are Death Eaters themselves, or their parents are."

"Will I be able to warn Harry about this?"

"No, not yet. The both of us know that Harry doesn't think with his head, and will probably put the both of us at risk in attempts to save you. If he knows about this he will probably try to go after Voldemort himself. "

"I must admit, I see your point." Hermione nodded her head, thinking of Sirius's death. "Does Dumbledore know about this?"

"Actually, no." Malfoy looked uncomfortable. "Snape seems to think we must wait til the appropriate time to tell him."

"Oh," was all that Hermione could say in response.

"This isn't going to be easy is it?"

"Granger, I have to act as if I'm befriending you. Of course it's not going to be easy."

"What a jackass."

"If the shoe fits" He shrugged.

"When have to start acting?" Hermione ignored him.

"Now." He said as he looked up to see that classes were starting up again, and they both were in Care of Magical Creatures class. He turned to head towards class, but Hermione stopped him by grabbing his shoulder and turning him around.

"First, I want to know why you've been watching me lately. Is it because of this?"

He looked up towards the sky, sighed, and looked back down in her eyes, then slowly, she felt his hand on her waist, and he was slowly massaging her back, and getting dangeriously close to her butt, his eyes never leaving hers. "I believe I already gave you the reason." He inched his face closer to hers, close enough to her lips to easily kiss her. With his other hand that wasn't already on her, he ran a finger over her jawline, "I want you, Granger. And I'm waiting until that moment that you want me badly enough to beg." He smiled, "That time is coming close isn't it?" He smiled and walked to join the classmates that were getting closer to Hagrid's hut.

Hermione touched her face, where his touch still lingered, tingling, she was afraid that that time had already come...

Author's Note: I'm sorry, I think that chapter is a bit poorly done... I'll try to update soon, it'll get much better, be patient! If there are many errors, I promise I'll fix them, but it's soo late right now, that I'm just going to post this and go to bed.