"She said she didn't love me yet," Draco muttered as he sat on the couch where she had left him only hours before.

Sitting shrouded in self-thought he was oblivious to all around him, the fire he stared at silently crackled, the birds outside sung in whispers. The familiar couch he perched on enclosed him in its dated material, while the stone walls slowly moved inwards, crowding him inside the usually spacious room. The brightly coloured plush pillows were digging into his back as though sharpened knives determined to be his demise; and his head thumped relentlessly to the beat of his racing heart. He knew he could make her love him, it wouldn't be hard. He could prove his love to her, he could make her bristle with jealously; he could blind her with affection; and then he could take it all. Just like that. He had the power, the ambition; and most importantly, he had the need.

How he was going to do this stumped him though. His mind was befuddled when he was in her presence, entranced by her every word and fascinated with her every movement. For the first time ever, he was outsmarted by a girl; she had pulled his strings, and dragged his vulnerable body him along until he was helplessly in love with her. He needed to think of something smart, something that would fool her as she had fooled him. He was to take his matter to the public eye, he had tried everything else. Giving her a love potion had got him no further than a few good lay's on the very lounge he sat on. Admitting his emotions in private dealt nothing more than a blow to his ego as she openly rejected him for trying to render her incapable. For more, he needed to push her as none had pushed before. Sure Krum took her to the Yule Ball, but that was nothing, all he did was dance with her. He was going to kiss her, he was going to hold her hand, hug her, walk her to class and he was going to shower her with his emotions until she realised that she loved him back. He was going to outsmart the smartest witch of the age.

He needed her that bad that it actually hurt, but wanted her heart more than he could previously comprehend. He wanted her to love him as he loved her. He wanted to see the back of her head when she wakes up beside him every morning; he wanted to feel her pressed against him as she lay in slumber beside him. He wanted to be able to lie there and watch as her chest rises and falls with every breath and he wanted her dreams filled with him, as his are of her. He wanted to shower with her for hours, and then spend days with her alone locked in their room. He wanted to surprise her every day with mountains of gifts and watch her face in amazement as he pleasured her every night, pushing her body to new extremes. He wanted more than anything for her to be his.

He knew that he had to make this work. He had too; he couldn't survive if he knew she couldn't, wouldn't be his. It would be unbearable if he had to sit there and watch her with someone else, holding their hand, kissing, hugging them. It would kill him to see her everyday and not have her. He just had to have her, it's destined that they are to fall in love, get married and have children. They are the perfect couple; two former enemies bound together by their love. It would tear him apart; destroy every fibre of his being if he had to sit there and know that she was spending her nights in another mans bed. He needed this plan to work; he had to have her to scratch his itch. He needed her above all else.

One Week Later…

Strolling through the corridors lit by the fresh morning light, he was preparing himself for the day that he would conquer the heart of one Hermione Granger. Adrenaline was pumping through his veins, his eyes were peeled wide open and his mind was ready to battle. He had his plans, but they weren't definite, his impulses could change his mind, she could randomly change everything by her mood. He had to make compromises to make this work; the goal after all would never be predictable. She's like a wildcat; impulsive, short-tempered, and amazingly beautiful, ready for the taking. His for the taking.

Leaning against the cool stone wall, he closed his eyes as and listened to the muffled voices coming from within the Great Hall, knowing that hers would be amongst them, as she laughed and talked with her friends. On the back of his eyelids, he watched their lives together speed past almost in a blur, but slowing to show him snippets. He watched as she walked down the aisle to join him in holy matrimony; he heard her screams of pleasure on their wedding night and her painful cries during the labour of their first child. He watched as he taught their son how to fly his first broomstick and when their daughter read her first novel. Their life together was to be beautiful and full of love during the time of war and he had to find a way to make her see this; to feel how he was feeling right now. She had to see how beautiful their children were going to be, how strong their love will be, and how happy they're going to be.

Taking a deep breath, he dragged open the heavy door that would lead to the rest of his life and walked inside with his heart thumping loudly in his throat. She was there, sitting at the Gryffindor table with her friends, laughing, talking and looking more beautiful than he could remember. Her normally bushy hair seemed to have been tamed into a loose pony-tail, her school uniform pressed and her smile lit up her face; she was the image of perfection. Resisting the urge to gather her in his arms and kiss her until she was blue in the face, he wandered to his own house table. With each step away from her, his desire grew stronger until he could barely contain it; he had to start now. The plan was to commence this moment.

Standing up took most of his courage as he looked across the hall and watched as her lips stretched back into a heart-throbbing smile. She paused, her fork laden with food, half-way to her lips as she stopped to listen as Potter whisper something in her ear and he could feel his breathing expedite with jealousy. Very soon, when he walked across this hall, Potter wouldn't be the one whispering sweet nothings into her ear; she wouldn't be smiling at his joke. Her attention would be focused on him, as he kissed her soundlessly before all of those sitting right here in this very dining hall. Walking quickly now, he neared the Gryffindor table and swiftly made his way to her. She hadn't seen him though, or was pretending not too as she ate her meal; and her friends were absorbed in their own food to acknowledge the presence of the boy they had always hated. He was like a ghost, unseen and invisible, until he surprised them all, and he was certainly going to surprise them.

Reaching out, he placed his hand on her small shoulder until she turned and he watched in amusement as her caramel-brown eyes grew round with surprise, before he gently pulled her to her feet. Stepping over the hard wooden seat, the only obstacle that separated them, she cautiously asked before pulling herself slightly from his grasp "What do you want Malfoy?" Hearing her voice did nothing but enforce his reasoning for walking across the hall. Her voice was like silk and sounded like music as his name slipped off her tongue easier than he slipped inside of her.

"Why Miss Granger, I want you." He replied, looking down at her passionately as he felt the desire burning deep below his empty stomach. Grasping her shoulders lightly, he pulled her to him and captured her plump lips with his own, just as the student body turned to watch as her two friends stood up to defend their friend against their enemy. Blocking out the cries of outrage around them, he focused on her, noticing her pink lips were softer than he remembered, and as he pushed his down upon them, she opened her mouth to let his tongue silkily slip inside. Feeling his heart-rate increase from her silent admission for her lust, he let himself taste her, finding he liked this even more than before. Her mouth was warm and sweet from the pancakes she just ate, her tongue fighting for dominance as she kissed back with all her might. He was in heaven, in ecstasy as their tongues battled, their saliva combining, and her tongue in his mouth.

What felt like hours later, she pulled away, struggling to catch her breath as she gazed into his eyes, not noticing her friends screaming their outrage behind her. She had only eyes for him, and that was just how he wanted it. This was the moment he had been hoping for; the moment that she would ignore her friends to stare at him before the entire school. Soon she would be holding his hand, and walking to class with him as though they were never enemies. As soon as she surrendered her mind, body and soul, he would finally be satisfied and the itch would be scratched.

Hello all!! So sorry about the length of time between updates, but I'm a busy girl now I have to work...Anyways, I hope you like it, and leave a review cuz I love reviews, and Have a HARRY EASTER!!!

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Queen of the Scoubies