A/N: Hello! Hey, I'm going to write another story! You maybe thinking that I'm crazy writing another one when I have plenty of stories but this one suddenly popped out of my head. It was on my other ID before but now I erased it. I'm going to put it here on this ID! Well, anyway, try and read the new fic after this: Not Everything Is Easy. Thank you! u.u

A/N2: So sorry if this chapter is a little bit short because I am experiencing the infamous WRITER'S BLOCK! Yes, unfortunate, indeed. XP

Chapter Five: Daydreams and Confusion

After the little incident inside the Head Common room, Hermione felt completely puzzled on why was Draco acting like he was. He wasn't like that before their last year together. Feeling a bit confused and partially dazed, she had ignored Ron's continuous nagging all the way to the Gryffindor common room. He had interrupted such a wonderful connection between her and Draco that she was so pissed off at him and decided not to mind him that much.

Rubbing her forehead, feeling a headache had just came her way, she shushed Ron with her finger and looked at him directly in his eyes. He looked innocent enough not to face her raging wrath but she was too angry with him and she felt such intense hostility. She couldn't, she wouldn't, will she?

"Oh, piss off, Ron. You are such a freaking whiner that doesn't keep his mouth shut." Hermione said irritably. Oh, hey, she did. Wouldn't you know that she practiced that all of her life? She had assumed that she'll use that in a matter of time but she didn't know it was the day of her little occurrence with their current mortal enemy, Malfoy. She shivered at the thought of having his hands on her body. It wasn't because of disgust, it was because of unpronounced pleasure. She wasn't expecting that, and that she was sure of.

Ron looked at her quite flabbergasted. He wasn't expecting that answer from her in any way. She was the quiet, bookworm-ish type in their trio and he hadn't wanted her in any other way. But right now, was he really talking to the Hermione he has known for many years? His eyes were still wide, and he was still surprised with her sudden change of attitude.

"A-are…" He stammered. "… Are you really Hermione?"

She rolled her eyes. He was hopeless. "Yes Ron, the one and only. Now kindly shut the bloody hell up and try talking to yourself mentally? You're annoying me." Said Hermione with an irritated sigh.

Ron didn't speak after that. He was too frightened with the relentless Hermione that was scaring the shit out of him. Well, he should be. With Hermione feeling murderous and extremely malicious, everybody would think that someone had just taken over her body.

Just then, Harry and Ginny suddenly popped out from nowhere and greeted them with a mysterious glint in their eyes. Hermione was confused for a moment but suddenly realized what they were really on about. They were trying to set her up!

Hermione heaved a big sigh and tried to stay as calm as possible while thinking of something, not too harsh, to say to her friends.

"Oh, for heaven's sakes! I don't like to have another blind date! You guys are so hopeless." She yelled.

Ginny pouted in response. "But 'Mione," She began. "We just thought you would want other company."

Hermione rolled her eyes. "Well, as you can see, I can perfectly manage by myself, thank you very much." She said rather sarcastically.

She tried containing herself but in no use, she couldn't. She decided to just leave her friends for awhile and wanted to be alone for a while. Thoughts of her best friends being tortured playfully in her hands, ah, good thing she was imaginative.

Her thoughts had suddenly shifted towards the blond-haired Slytherin that had haunted her every waking moment. He was too good to be true. He wasn't like Thomas though. Thomas was the sweetie-pie she wanted to have as a boyfriend but knew that they will never be. Because Thomas was only a crush while Draco…

What is Draco in her life?

She had contemplated that thought for so long now but hadn't really gotten close to the answer. He wasn't her love, that was for sure but what if he was only an infatuation or an obsession maybe? She will never know for sure. Did she really want to find out?

Nah, not really. Oh well, sooner or later she'll have to know. What if she was already falling in love with him but she wasn't really sure? And then she started to look for someone else but then… Argh! Was she really thinking of that?

She was getting tired of all of these thoughts and decided to relax herself from all the tension; namely Draco Malfoy.

Finding a safe place to rest for a while, she hid in the darkest corners of the corridor. She imagined Draco Malfoy's figure, walking towards her petite form, shaking his head seductively at her clothed body. She shivered in anticipation. Now, there's no use hiding her longing for the blond silver-eyed undeniable Sex God of the Slytherin house. He suddenly stopped in front of her and squatted down on her level. He gently cupped her face in his hands. He held her with such lust and passion that Hermione had melted, without a doubt, like a puddle in his hands. He leaned in slowly and kissed her lightly on the lips.

Hermione sighed passionately.

Draco slightly pulled apart and looked at her eyes that held sheer lust. His warm breath wavered around on her lips, she then became aware that his hands had just slithered up from her hips to her shoulder. Sliding his hands down to her hips again, feeling her shudder in excitement. She felt the sudden exhilaration run through her veins like fire. At the warm feel of his body, she felt rather supple.

Hermione's eyes reliantly searched his for any signs of change of character. In reality, Hermione was rather the person who wants to be romantically involved in a relationship. But, unfortunately, she was completely guarded by her over-protective best friends, Harry and Ron. Even if she started to have feelings for the git, they will never approve. They won't. They wouldn't understand her, indeed.

Her half-closed eyes instantly opened when she felt him carry her to her feet and swooped down to take her lips in his in one chaste kiss. Her lips parted in a moan and almost instantly, his lips covered her now opened one, not giving her a chance for her lips to close.

He kissed her ferociously, holding her tighter against him, and wrapped his arms around her firmly. Letting his hands guide itself to her hair, he gently pulled the locks of her hair down so it'll be much easier and he will have more access to kiss her with more hunger.

To Hermione's utter surprise, her knees buckled weakly and she felt herself giving more of herself into the fervent kiss. A small grin appeared at Draco's lips as he felt Hermione kissing and nibbling his upper lip eagerly. Holding the front of his robes in an attempt to keep herself from falling, she couldn't help but let him part her lips more and make him kiss the sides of her lips in need. Their noses bumped past each other with utmost desire and obsession.

Slowly letting go of his shirt, she let her fingers brush over his clean, shaven jaw and then to his forehead, leasing her fingers tightly run through his golden locks, making him more pleased than ever. He almost felt invincible as her body was moulded into his.

Sucking through the sides of their mouth for air, Hermione felt her mind getting dizzier and foggier than ever. She had never felt this much vulnerable. And in a sudden feel of awareness, a wave of apprehension suddenly washed over her. What the hell was she doing?

Her eyes opened instantly, seeing the lit corridors, she mumbled incoherent words under her breath. She had daydreamed yet again. And worst, it was about him. It was always about him. She was getting addicted to him. She was rather ambivalent if whether she would really want to stop the dreams on coming. She quite liked having those kind of dreams, though she wouldn't admit it to anyone. Especially to the devil himself, Draco "Sex God" Malfoy.

She laughed ruefully. And here she was, thinking of him again when she already told herself that she'll stop thinking and figuring him out for now. She couldn't help it though. He was just too… addictive.

After much contemplation, she finally pushed the disturbing thoughts about Draco in the very deepest and farthest part of her mind in a few minutes. She was ready to stand up and walk away from her daydreaming place when as if on cue, a laugh that was so familiarly wonderful yet at the same time annoying rang through the dungeons and corridors like bells and chimes.

Ah, the said annoying little brat that kept bugging her thoughts had decided to show up. What a little twit! Hermione stayed where she was and waited for him to pass her. He was laughing when he passed her. His face was all scrunched up in an amused way and he kept balling his fists. What was happening to him? Was he crazy or what? What happened to the cool and collected Draco Malfoy?

She stayed her ground and watched him stop walking. He silently chuckled and finally, he stopped. His ever-deft eyes scanned the corridors and his gaze stopped on her place. His eyes turned into slits and he frowned.

"Who are you?" He hissed. "Show yourself!"

Hermione tried to stop her breathing for awhile so he can just ignore her and go in his own way. But no… He was just too stubborn. He kept on squinting and trying to make out her figure. She finally got tired and answered him.

"It's me."

As if he knows who 'me' is. Hermione laughed mentally. Draco scowled and then, a small smirk started to appear on his pale face.

"Granger," He chuckled. "Spying on me, aye? Couldn't resist the Malfoy charm?"

She rolled her eyes. "Don't flatter yourself, Malfoy."

He shrugged. "Well, does that mean you are?"

"I'm what?"

Draco raised a knowing brow. "Spying on me."

Hermione gagged. "Why would I do that?"

"Because you think I'm hot and irresistible?" He said suggestively.

"Don't get too cocky."

He tilted his head on the side like a confused child. He looked absolutely adorable. "I'm not."

She couldn't think of anything to retort back so she had just stayed quiet. Draco noticed this and grinned.

"Oh come now Granger," He let out a small smug smile. "Don't you think I'm hot? You didn't even answer the Weasley's question the other day."

Hermione blushed.

"Uh…"

Draco shook his head knowingly. "Well, I can't waste another second here with you," Hermione frowned. "… So I guess I'll be going now."

You want to tell him, don't you? A voice said in Hermione's head. You want him to know how you feel.

She watched as he walked away from her. She let out a sigh. You want him to notice you… care for you… love you.

She froze at the last phrase. Did she really want him to love her? She just wanted him to be civil to her; at least once. He was civil now but that wasn't enough, was it?

Yes… It wasn't any different when he was taunting her. What does she really want from him? Did she really want to make him love her? What was so special about him? He was just Draco Malfoy. Just a distraction. Just… her passion. She had to admit, without him, her life would just be boring. He kept her blood flowing. He kept her alive.

He was part of her life now.

A shadow was cast upon her form, looking down with a confused expression.

"Hermione?"

She looked up and finally noticed she was not alone anymore. She smiled.

"Ginny."

"What are you doing here?" Ginny asked her as she helped her up.

"Just…" She paused. "… Thinking."

"Well, that's common for you, 'Mione." She laughed.

They both walked down the corridors of the school; headed for the Gryffindor Common room. Ginny kept on making giggling noises and kept on giving her sly looks as she told her what's on her mind.

"You know what?" Ginny said after Hermione told her. "I think you're falling in love."

That's what I was afraid of, Hermione thought with a frown.

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