Fans- I am cheap! I demand ten reviews and I come back with seven! But I just can't stay away, you understand. I nod off in class thinking "what should I do next chapter?" It's really quite the solution to boredom. I suggest those of you who get bored all the time start writing a fic. I apologize for the first two chapters; they're a tad un-thorough and immature. From this point on I will be using serious writer juice, so, here goes.

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She was horrified when she saw the first word appear on the board.

Veritaserum.

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I had to let out a low chuckle. The look on Granger's face! If only you could have seen it. The girl was positively blanched.

"We've been over this before woman! Stop gaping at my good looks and get started!" I said, smirking.

Flustered, and obviously thinking quite hard, she smoothed out some invisible creases in her robe, lifted her chin, and strode confidently, or what she thought was confidently, over to the cupboard. If anyone knows a façade, it is I, Draco bleedingMalfoy! For Merlin's sake, she may have that Gryffindor air about her, but her emotions reek havoc in her eyes. I can read it all, in there. I've always been able to. She's ashamed. She's mortified. And, underneath it all, she's still curious.

I felt good about being able to know so much about her, by just casting a furtive glance her way. With my…backround, you could say that being able to read people is very important. I knew that I was the only one who would ever know that often, when she was reading, she really wasn't reading, and was trying to escape those crazy Patil girls, or even The Weasel. Who else knew that every time after she answers a question correctly, she has this look of pure glee on her face that is soon wiped out by Potter, grabbing the attention away from her? That after anyone; Snape, Pansy, and or even myself insult her she has this doe-resembling look of absolute hurt that, she quickly hides with her anger and confidence. It gave the situation a whole new sense of intimacy, that these were things only I could notice about her. I enjoyed, for once, having something the Boy Who Won't Die never did. The comprehension of women. His woman.

As I watched her slave away over the potion, I studied her. Her hair was still a mess from, well, me (cue smirk), but it fit her. She's grown into that crazy hair of hers. If she lost a few pounds of books and the body guards, I'm quite sure she'd have to beat her admirers off with her wand. Her natural beauty is practically radiating off of her, as is her innocence. It's moments like this when I want to simply ravish the girl. But I didn't of course, for I had much better things in mind.

As the liquid reached its clear state, he saw the apprehension dawn on her face.

"Ah, mudblood, your potion looks fine, but I'm not sure that will do. We'll just have to test it, now won't we?" I asked slyly.

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'Bloody hell!' I thought, fighting to keep my calm 'Bloody hell! Bloody hell! Bloody hell! BLOODY HELL!'

The stupid prat kissed me, practically molested me on the table over there. And then I had to discuss it with him! The simple audacity of the matter infuriates me. I had to admit, the plan was impressive. Hermione Granger does, however, never leave a battle undefeated.

I picked up the flask, and took down some of the Veritaserum.

"So, Granger, where should we start? How about some basics, to make sure it's working…"

"Whose side is Severus Snape really on?"

"He is on the light side, Malfoy." I said, regretfully. I could have just cost the man his life.

"Who do you love?"

"Well, I love family of course. And outside of my family, I love Harry and Ron more than anything. Not in a romantic sense, they're like brothers to me." I answered. The feeling of saying exactly what I felt without thought was slightly scary, but entirely invigorating.

"Who do you think is the sexiest boy at Hogwarts?" he asked, rather curiously.

'No!' I thought, 'Do not betray me now, mouth!'

But not even Hermione Granger's mouth listens to what its mind has to say while under the influence of Veritaserum.

"Well, I think Harry and Ron are attractive, but that would have to be you." I said, bluntly, looking him right in the eyes. Deciding that confusing him was a bonus, I decided that acting uncharacteristically at ease about the whole thing would be a choice decision, because there's nothing I can do about the matter.

"How do you feel about me?" he asked. It was the closest to a shaky voice I think any Malfoy has ever spoken in.

"I think you're arrogant, conceited, selfish, cruel," I paused, for dramatic effect "brilliant, and handsome, in a roguish sort of way. But nobody sees that part of you, because they're too distracted by your façade to see your potential." I responded, quite coolly, if I must comment myself.

"How long have you known this all? Are you curious about me?"

"Oh yes Malfoy, I am quite curious about you. You're this enigma that has been biting at my mind since first year, really. Often, I wonder why you turned out the way you did."

He looked far of for a moment, as if contemplating something, but then his mind caught hold of his goal once more.

"How did you feel about that kiss?" he said, smirking.

"I have mixed emotions" I responded, knocking the smirk right off his face.

"What do you mean?" he said, starting to get angry.

Who knew that insulting Draco Malfoy's kissing skills was grounds for admittance to an asylum?

"Well, part of me adored it. It was the kind of rebellious thing that I don't often do. Well, I do, but usually it's for some good cause, like saving the world, or Gryffindor kind. This time, it was just for me." I smiled, "And it was a pretty wonderful kiss as well. I felt as though I was on fire, back there. After I got used to it, since, you know, kissing your enemy is a little weird at first, I was absolutely delirious. You're quite the kisser, you know."

He looked at me, smirk firmly back to stay, as if asking me to continue.

"And, the other part of me completely regrets it. I let someone who has insulted my heritage, friends, and everything I stand for kiss me. Hell, I pulled you closer! I was so clouded with lust that I forgot who I was. Who you were. There is, as well, another reason for my regret."

"..and that would be?"

"Well, I never thought my first kiss would be Draco Malfoy."

His smirk faltered before vanishing completely.

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He looked down at her, the innocence once more radiating off of her figure.

'How could I not have realized?'

He knew article four of The Malfoy Handbook strictly forbade such emotions, but he pitied her. He had stolen away her first kiss, and no matter how delectable the kiss had been, he felt like a monster. This feeling was not worth her demise. He had ruined her. If she was going to kiss him and be embarrassed about it, she would do it herself.

Her chastity was so square, and solid. He depended on it. This could not interfere with that.

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"Would you prefer Granger, to forget all about this and pretend it never happened?"

I thought about it for quite some time.

"…yes."

"Follow me over here Granger. Sit on the desk, and look at the chair."

I gave him a wary look, but followed. What more harm could be done tonight?

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I concentrated on making sure I did exactly what needed to be done. No more, no less, or she could be impaired.

"Obliviate!" I said, pointing my wand at her.

A few moments later, she once more, grasped coherent thought.

"Am I done, ferret?" she asked, looking at the sparkling desk.

"Until next time, mudblood."

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