Nope, don't own any of them…but again, if I did, well, I would teach Malfoy a few new snake tricks, if you know what I mean, and I think you do.

She's your adolescent dream,
Schoolboy stuff, a sticky sweet romance.
And she makes you want to scream,
Wishing you could get inside her pants.
So, you fantasize away.
And while you're squeezing her,

you thought you heard her saying

Good girls don't, good girls don't,

Good girls don't

But I do

-The Knack

The next morning Hermione awoke, still confused about the night before. Why did Draco Malfoy stir her up all the ways he did? She pushed aside her worries and concentrated instead on the upcoming charms quiz.

Little did she know that on the other side of the castle, a certain stormy eyed young man was dealing with similar thoughts and emotions…

Malfoy was still laying in bed, reflecting on the previous night's interaction with Granger. He had caught her staring. He got that a lot around school, but it was often because of his father's newly outed reputation. Those looks he didn't care about, but he believed he had seen a different looking the mudblood's eyes. A hungry look, if he had to label it. Malfoy could not deny that it had enticed him. After all, Granger had come back in her seventh year looking extremely bone-able. Her curves, her full lips, even her once wild hair had been tamed into sexy, curly waves; all of this attracted Malfoy. And the fact that he had caught her mentally appraising him? That turned him on even more. His imagination kicked in, and before he knew it, he was reaching for his wand to perform a lubrication spell and thanking god that he not only lived in a single dorm room, but also didn't have any early morning classes.

After a good few minutes of Granger fantasizing, Malfoy leaned back and tried, in vain, to relax. More thoughts exploded into his head. He couldn't believe that he had just whacked off to the thought of that mudblood know-it-all. Now that he really thought about it, he found himself disgusted by his lust. She was the best friend of his nemesis, the boy that had been semi-responsible for putting his father in jail. Not only that: she constantly got on his nerves by just being the perfect student and in his opinion, a regular brown noser in class. Dammit, he thought, why am I wasting time on this uptight bitch?

Later that day, both Hermione and Malfoy found themselves reunited for the first time since the library the night before. Standing across the dungeon from each other during potions, they found themselves sneaking looks at the other, and surprisingly finding the other staring back occasionally.

Hermione lied to Harry when he mentioned that he face looked rather red. She assured him it was because of the heat, she wouldn't admit it was because of the raw hunger that was swimming inside of her every time she glanced at Malfoy.

On the other side of the room, Malfoy found himself, almost reluctantly, growing hard as he snuck looks over at Hermione. She had taken off her robes due to the heat, and was looking, in his own private opinion, hotter that the cauldron flames in her clinging blouse and skirt.

At the end of class both exited quickly to relieve themselves of their personal shame.

Back in his room, Malfoy decided that he couldn't wait anymore. He was used to getting what he wanted, and the fact that this new object of desire was not to be approved of made him want it even more. He vowed to set things in motion the next time he was alone with Granger.

Similarly, Hermione paced her own single room, trying to come to a reasonable decision over what to do about Malfoy. Then it came to her. Fuck reasonable, she thought. I've been reasonable and responsible my whole life. Let's shake things up. She resolved to be ready for anything when it came to this Malfoy business, and hoped she would be alone with him again soon.