A/N: I actually didn't put a disclaimer at the top of the first chapter, so I'll just do that now. I own nothing to do with Harry Potter, apart from this storyline, which was constructed completely out of my imagination.
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DRACO
Draco paced back and forth in front of the fire in the Slytherin common room. Hermione Granger had a positively disturbing effect on him. He had managed to stay incredibly frigid during their little encounter in the library, but the second he had left the room he let out the breath he had been holding in. Those kisses, the feel of her warm skin underneath his fingers...Draco literally slapped himself. Forget her. She's a Mudblood, Malfoy, not someone that you can have a serious relationship with. And it was true. His father would never approve, and despite the fact that Draco put on a good show for the school and his "friends", he could not and would not stand up to his father. Lucius Malfoy was a decidedly scary character, and Malfoy frequently wished that he had been born into a different family. Any fantasies he'd had about really and truly connecting with Granger would have to remain fantasies. The idea of a hidden relationship fascinated him to no end, however. No one would ever find out, and everyone knows that forbidden fruit tastes the sweetest. Already he hungered for her. Yes, positively disturbing was exactly the right phrase to define Hermione Granger. At that very moment, Pansy Parkinson sidled into view. "Draco, darling," she simpered. "If you aren't to busy right now, I've got some time on my hands. And we could do oh so many delicious things with that time..." Pansy let her voice trail off suggestively. At first, Draco felt nothing but repulsed. Then he thought, Oh why not? I could use some action right now. So giving into temptation, Draco pulled Pansy down into a chair.
DRACO
The next morning in the Great Hall, Draco spent his breakfast avoiding Pansy's eyes and meaningful glances. A sick feeling lay coiled in his stomach. Shame. Draco had no idea what had inspired it. He had fooled around with Pansy plenty of times before. But now that he knew what he wanted, messing around with Pansy seemed so trivial. Draco looked up in time to see Hermione strolling in with Potter and the Weasle. What's the deal with Hermione and that trash, Weasley? Draco hated to think that they were together, but loved the idea of stealing Hermione away. Hermione glanced up and looked straight at Draco. for a moment, his breath caught in his throat and he had trouble breathing. Then he came to his senses and gave her a knowing smirk, watching as a blush spread over her skin. He'd rattled her. Mission accomplished.
HERMIONE
Why oh why did Hogwarts insist on having Gryfinddors and Slytherins together for Potions? Not only did Harry and Ron consistently get in trouble with Snape because of his favoritism towards the Slytherins, but she had to put up with Malfoy and his self-righteous sneers as well. Spectacular. She tried to look interested as Snape began to speak. "For the next two weeks, this class will concentrate on brewing love potions. While I'm sure some of you are far too inept for the task..." Here Snape gave Neville a withering glance, " I have decided that it is high time the majority of you begin concoting real potions, as opposed to such minor drafts as growth potions and the like." Snape waved his wand, and a list of needed ingredients began writing themselves on the chalkboard. Hermione pushed back her stool and began collecting her ingredients along with the rest of the class. She and Malfoy reached the cupboard with unicorn hair at the same time and reached for the same vial. Realizing just in time that she was about to touch Malfoy, in front of Harry and Ron and the rest of the class, no less, she quickly drew back. Malfoy looked at her as he grasped the vial. There was anger in his eyes, along with...hurt? No, of course not. Monsters like Draco Malfoy don't feel hurt, they cause it. Hermione grabbed a vial of unicorn hair and returned to her stool quickly, scolding her stomach for fluttering.
DRACO
Draco stormed back to his seat, seething with rage and hurt. Did she think she was too good for him? That must be what she thinks! Why else could she not even bring herself to touch me? It wasn't like they were going to start making out right there on the floor of the Potions dungeon, no matter how much either of them would have enjoyed it. Draco was too upset to properly concentrate on his potion. He had half a mind to walk stalk across the room and blow everything by shouting at Hermione then and there, and screw the stupid love potion. Wait a moment...Love potion. All it would take was one small dose, just enough to make her believe she loved him for a couple of hours. By the time she snapped out of it, she would realize just how true it was. Then she would be dying for chances to see him, hold him, touch him, the way he felt he was dying for her.
END CHAPTER THREE
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