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Guess What? I didn't make the characters for this. Or the setting. In fact, J.K Rowling did all the work and made all the money. I just decided to waltz in here and make a little fanfic

That pales in greatness compared to her story. So ya. Don't sue me.

I finished WRITING this one ASAP. I am happy I have Social Studies class to do all my work in. Although it feels sort of strange to be writing about horny people in the middle of class…..heh….:

BUT THEN… came the typing. I have limited time on the computer all week, and I have been working on websites, forums, my art, and haven't typed it. I seriously need an Editor like Shigure's to stalk me and make me type it .

I AM SO SORRY! GOMEN!

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Chapter 6--What was I thinking?--

Draco arrived early, and started setting up at a table, near the Potions section of the Library. It was near a closed window, and the sunset spilled an orange tint onto his skin. He laid down his bag and took out his notes. Draco chose some books on transformation potions then laid back to wait.

He felt giddy. Great. Grand! This was his domain. Potions and mind games. A slow smile crept across his face as he heard the echoes of Hermione chasing Weasley off.

"Really, Ron, I'll be fine!"

"Well, if that slimy Perv makes a move on you, just call and -"

"Let it GO Ron! I will be allright!"

Footsteps followed this statement, and Draco leaned back farther in his chair, tipping it on its back legs. Hermione rounded the corner bookcase, and glowered at him.

Let the games begin.

Why is he so smug? He can't pull anything in the Library! We'll just get the notes down, and leave. I can barely look at him, OH! That dirty, wretched Slytherin….

She pulled up a chair diagonal from his, took a deep breath, and looked him in his frosty eyes. "Look. Malfoy --"

"Hello, Granger. I doubted you would come. Either way, I could've done it without you, you know."

What is wrong with him? I swear… "Well, I did. Lets get to work, I want to get this over with."

"Come now, Granger, I'd rather talk." His voice dripped with self-righteousness, and he leaned forward. He propped his elbow up on the table, and his hair swung down in front of his face, no longer the old slicked back style it usually was. She got distracted for a moment, watching it fall in front of his face, with his blue-gray eyes leering at her, and his pale skin… Stop it, damn! Ah…. Don't think like that!

Before she could blush, she dove into work. It always calmed her down. " I don't care what you'd rather do." She picked up a book, her hand shaking despite her calm face. "You are doing YOUR share of the work."

"Aw, you are no fun, Granger." He chose a book and leafed through the pages idly. "What are we looking for again?"

She gave him a wary look "We are looking for ingredients you can replace eye of newt with." Wow, he's actually doing WORK! I guess he DOES do more then suck up to get his potion's grades….

Silence surrounded them for over an hour as they searched through book after book. Hermione got interested in it now, reaching a state of comfortablility, the repetitiveness of flipping pages for a hint of the information. Then, suddenly, a hand appeared out of nowhere, pulling her book down, reminding her of who she was studying with. "Yes, what do you want?"

"I found it." He showed her the decaying page of an old potions book.

"Well, that's good. We can clear out now." Hermione sighed, letting out her worries, and started to gather her papers.

"Ahh, Mudblood, I thought you loved the library! Why would you want to leave?" He grabbed her hand and pulled her backwards, but she drew it back.

"I don't want to hang around YOU anymore, Malfoy. We have the ingredients, we have the answer, see you in a week!" I knew he'd pull something. Malfoy can't NOT concentrate on sex for more then an hour, if the rumors are true. He drives me CRAZY, he's so SURE of himself, and snobby, and stupid, and WHY did I come here?" Why did I come here, when I knew he would try something and…" she muttered to herself angrily as she finished picking up her things.

"Granger, I'm flattered that you think so highly of me."

She looked up and Malfoy was looking at her with a raised eyebrow, and teasing eyes. His face was close to hers, and she gave defiant stare into his eyes. "What do you WANT, Malfoy? Why WOULDN'T I want to leave?

Her question took him aback. He didn't know. He didn't know why he wanted this Potter-loving, mudblood, filth to stay. He didn't know why he was always staring at her. He didn't know why he acted on such an impulse a few weeks ago, didn't know why he longed to have her….

His silence, he could tell, annoyed and delighted her. "Don't always have an answer, do you, Malfoy?" Hermione whirled around and started to leave.

"Who said I don't have an answer." He reached over the table, grabbed her arms, and pulled her back to him. She inhaled, and her eyes clouded, looking creamy coffee into his. Her hand was sweaty with fear, but she was sweating from something else as well… He leaned in closer to her, grinning. "I just thought it was obvious."

He kissed her, passion burning as he pushed the books out of the way. He wrapped his arm around her, and their bodies pressed together, and fire ran through them. She ran her hand through his hair, and her breast swelled against him. For one moment, they were in sync, moving with each other, feeling all their emotions erupting, forgetting about blood and houses and the past. He started to slip her robe off when she pulled away, suddenly looking horrified. She wiped her mouth of and pushed him away. Hermione picked up her bag and ran, not glancing back once.

Draco fell into a chair, his golden-silver hair mussed up and his skin still heated from their kiss.

What the hell just happened?

AN: MWAHHAHAHAHH! Horny losers, they are! ;) Hope you enjoyed it! I'll try to work harder over the break to get even more to you!