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Hermione sat down next to Harry just as the giant clock in Flitwick's room started chiming to show the start of class, promptly at 2 in the afternoon as usual. A few weeks had passed and she hadn't gotten another talk. To be totally honest, nothing interesting had happened at all.

The most exciting thing that had happened in the past few weeks had been dreams.

Certain dreams that revolved around a certain gorgeous blond wouldn't leave her mind, day or night, rain or shine. It was becoming rather annoying. Every time she closed her eyes, vision of Draco Malfoy's body flashed in her head. While she wanted them gone, Hermione wanted Draco more.

She needed to tell him she liked him. It was eating her away more and more each day just knowing that he was in the room next to her, possibly with some girl who wasn't her. She wanted Draco Malfoy and she would be damned if she didn't have him by the end of the weekend.

Draco Malfoy was her mate, whether he liked it or not.

The blond in mention had been exceedingly nice to her. He brought her breakfast in the morning in case something happened over night and they studied together quite a bit, though he always seemed rather spaced out, as if his mind wasn't totally there.

Truth be told, Draco couldn't stop thinking of Hermione either. Every time he got close to her, he had a sudden urge to throw her on the couch and have his way with her.

But damn it, he couldn't. Not only was he born and raised to hate muggleborns, Draco Malfoy also had too much class to do that. He didn't want to seem desperate.

Draco Malfoy never made the first move. Draco Malfoy never chased a girl. Draco Malfoy never thought he'd like Hermione Granger but, seeing as that worked out, he figured he might as well try to get her to at least like him.

For the past week and a half, he'd been spending extra time with her in hopes of wooing her. He'd brought her food and they'd studied and talked and he just couldn't figure out why the hell she wasn't responding as he'd hoped! He'd seen her blush. He'd seen her giggle. Hell, he'd seen her stop studying so they could discuss some trivial top about the future.

Why the fuck wasn't she falling into his studly arms? Someone would know. Draco knew just who that someone would be.

"Blaise. What is wrong with me."

Looking up from his Care of Magical Creatures study guide, Blaise raised an eyebrow. "Well, you're blond and pale. Who doesn't like tall, dark and me?"

"You aren't funny. Why won't Hermione hit on me?"

Blaise snorted. "She's not that type of girl."

Draco flopped down on the couch. "That doesn't work for me."

"Too bad. Go tell her you like her."

Draco stood up, looking determined. "I will!" As he strutted over to the door, he suddenly stopped. "Blaise… what exactly do I say?"