Okay I'm writing these so short b/c I write them in class when I've got nothing better to do b/c I know it all already. Sorry so short!

Chapter 5: Wishful Thinker

Hermione began to avoid Draco at all cost in order to avoid another repeat of the day in the classroom. During potions, she wouldn't even make eyes contact with him. Before she knew it, a month had gone by and not one remark or seducing move from Draco. She calmed down a little. Obviously Draco had found a new play thing and didn't need her anymore. He wouldn't leave her alone for this long without that as a reason.

Draco had kept himself busy planning on how to get Hermione to love and trust him. He had come to the conclusion that if he left her alone for awhile, then it would lead her into a false sense of security and she would find herself in one of his traps again with no exit. This was taking way too long. Well, at least Grangers hot, he would think.

No don't say that, another inner voice would command.

Who the hell asked you for your opinion?

Duh! I'm dignity and I'm speaking loud and clear.

Well, who invited you dignity?

Envy.

Hate envy…wow am I having a conversation with my emotions now. I must be crazy!

It was before his emotions literally got the better of him that he made up his mind on what he was going to do.

Hermione strolled down the potion's hallway humming a song that she had listened to this morning, "Age Six Racer" by Dashboard Confessional (hey my future husband is in that band!). She had almost reached the potion's class when a hand grabbed her shoulder and turned her around. She saw Draco smirking at her.

"I need to get to class and so do you," she said turning to the classroom, but instead was slammed against the nearest wall. Draco pinned her wrist to it so that she could fight back.

"Granger, Granger, Granger, why must you deny me?" he asked. "You want me so bad why do you fight it?"

"Because I hate you and I am repulsed by you. That's why!"

"Any girl in this school would want to be in this position you're in right now," he whispered in her ear.

"Then get any other girl to take my place," she pleaded.

"Nothing can replace you," Draco said running a hand up her thigh. Hermione kicked his shin and broke free running into the classroom. Draco came in about three minutes later. He had to regain himself before coming into the classroom apparently. He sat down next to her and stared at her. She pretended like he didn't exist and just kept her focus on Slughorn.

"Okay class," Slughorn beamed, "we're going to learn about a new potion that will reduce signs of aging."

Hermione was on the edge of her seat, ready to learn.

"You might want to write this down…" Slughorn continued. Hermione already had a quill at hand. "First, you need to crush up the rib of a unicorn to a powder. Then, you must…"

But Hermione became distracted by a hand on her knee. She tried to push Draco's hand off of her legs with little success. She felt it make its way slowly up her thigh. She could see him smirking out of the corner of her eye. She closed her eyes and tried to focus.

Ignore him, ignore him, she thought. Ignore him, ignore hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii…

She felt his finger on the outside of her underwear.

"Are you alright Ms. Granger?" Slughorn asked. She took this opportunity to stand up.

"Yes, Mr. Slughorn. I was just wondering how you came to find this potion," she said sucking up to him. She knew there wasn't a lot of time left in class and if Slughorn would just ramble on a bit, then she might be able to slip out of Draco's grasp.

"Oh, such an excellent story behind that you see…" Slughorn began, but the bell rang and Hermione dashed out of the classroom and to her room. She slammed the door and heard Draco on the other side.

"You can't run forever, Granger!" he yelled. "You'll see."