Obviously I am a horrible person for not updating in forever. All I can say is college+clingy boyfriend+job=no fun for Ace. Anyways, heres a chapter and I would like to say you should be getting another update very soon.

Disclaimer: I obviously don't own Harry Potter come on people. I do however own this plot and my wonderful dog Mishka.

Of Obsessions and Seduction

Hermione

Right, ground rules, Hermione reminded herself as she stepped into the shower. No more stalking, that man was just strange (not at all endearing) who in Merlin's name stalked their mortal enemy? Okay so they weren't quite mortal enemies anymore, but still it was the principle of the thing. He couldn't just walk into her room and creepishly stare at her all night, then go and follow her around everywhere; although now that was a moot point with the ex-Death Eaters that were in fact after her. That did not mean that he could come into her room, although under other circumstances she might...no; no, no no. He really wasn't that sexy, for him to be sexy he'd actually need to be tolerable, which he wasn't. Not at all, not in the slightest.

Okay so he was cute with his dog, and those pictures with his friends were sweet, and he did save her life. So he wasn't that bad, if you could look past his arrogance, his Slytherin qualities, his smirk, his stubbornness, those sexy intense eyes…

No! No, this was not working. He didn't have sexy intense eyes, his eyes were annoying and always tracking her every move. He was an annoying prat! Only good for being insufferable, an occasional glance at his muscles, and stalking her so that no ex-Death Eaters attacked her.

Merlin was she messed up. She was clinging to her denial of the fact that Draco Malfoy was tolerable, because as soon as she acknowledged that fact she knew that his er..physical attributes would look much more appealing to her, and that was not going to happen. Because she had rules upon rules that she was currently setting up in her mind that would make doing anything about his physical attributes highly frowned upon. By whom you ask? Well, her mind that's who. Not to mention Harry even warned her away, and those two actually got along now, most of the time. And he was right! Malfoy was not the thing she needed right now. Not that she wanted him of course now that would be ridiculous.

Draco

That woman was very much going to be the death of him. He couldn't even sleep in his own bed anymore for Salazar's sake. She took up every single space of his mind and it was starting to get ridiculous. He couldn't go on like this anymore, he needed to do something to get her out of his mind. The protection of her was one thing but actually fancying the witch was not something he was willing to let happen. Not that he did. No he was just attracted to her. Who wouldn't be? She was a woman with wonderfully sexy curves and…

Bloody hell, she was in his shower.

Draco ran a hand over his face in frustration as he heard the water start in his bathroom. He stepped out of the kitchen and glanced down the hallway at the closed bathroom door; imagining a very naked Hermione Granger with water running down her soft perfect skin and then him coming up behind her and running his hands over that same skin and soaking wet hair and the noises she was making….

Shit.

Forcing himself to turn back into the kitchen, Draco angrily clunked his way around the kitchen starting some tea and some breakfast and beating the part of his brain attracted to Granger into a small dark corner.

Yes he was going to have to do something about this soon. He wasn't sure if he could make it through this investigation, or life to be honest, if he didn't take care of this obsessive problem soon. Maybe if he just got her out of his system. That had to be the solution! Just fucked the witch and left it at that. There was no way he had any real feelings towards her, he just wanted a good lay and then he could actually go on his merry way.

Satisfied with this development he continued with his morning routine, smirking to himself at his superior problem solving skills. Then a thought occurred to him that stopped him in his tracks.

You don't want to be on your merry way, you want to be around her, know what she's doing, be friendly with her like Potter and the Weasel.

He scowled at the voice in his head.

"Er..Malfoy?" a voice behind him startled him and he turned to see a red-faced, towel-clad, wet Granger standing in his doorway.

His eyes trailed up those long tanned legs, taking in the little green towel that barely covered her, up to the top of her breasts that he could barely see and the slender neck and the long wet dark hair. A smug smirk appeared on his face as he noticed her blush at his perusal of her.

"Whats the matter Granger?" He asked as he approached her, against the advice of every voice in his head telling him this was a bad idea, "Am I making you uncomfortable?"

The witch backed up as he got closer until she was against the wall in the hall right outside his door. He put a hand up on either side of her against the wall, trapping her between his arms.

"I…well…er ground rules…I….um…" she mumbled as she was now at eye level with his bare chest and could not seem to break her eyes away from it.

The smirk grew even more at this revelation and he leaned closer to her so he could speak into her ear and also get a better view down her towel.

"Ground rules?" he whispered huskily as he trailed one finger from her other ear down to just above her covered breasts.

His smirk grew triumphant as he felt her shiver and her stuttering became even more pronounced.

"Well…the…I…you…" mumbled and then cleared her throat shaking her head, she lifted her chin and glared at him, "I think there should be some ground rules set up around here."

He was not deterred in the least, he bent his head again and started nibbling on the top of her ear.

"Oh!" she gasped but cleared her throat again, "Er..that is to say, I mean, Malfoy we need rules."

"Rules?" But he kept going trailing nibbles, licks, and kisses down from her ear to her towel top.

"I…yes rules!" she sighed as he sucked at a pressure point in her neck, "Ehem..I mean…you can't just…oh…well stalking…mmm…and stupid intense sexy eyes…I Malfoy stop it this instant!"

Reluctantly, he pulled his face away but he did not move an inch. She glared hotly at him as he continued to smirk, and his amusement just heightened as she tried to push his chest with one hand and hold her towel with the other.

"Move," she snapped.

"No," he said simply and glanced back down at the one hand clutching her towel to her, "I think I rather like this position."

Her face starting turning red again, but this time from anger. He was still pretty sure he enjoyed that redness even with the anger.

"MALFOY GET OFF ME BEFORE I HEX YOUR BALLS OFF!" she exploded at him.

"One problem with that love, you don't have your wand," he pointed out smugly.

She just glared at him again as he leaned in closer.

Hermione

There was no way she was feeling those feelings right now. There was no way that all of those shivers running through her were from this man. She was just cold. That was it, she was cold and it was probably from the air conditioning or something.

Oh god she sounded like an idiot, she just couldn't process anything with his hands, and his lips and Godric she didn't even know if she had ever had anyone make her feel that.

Her brain was moving slowly with the sensations he was causing but she finally was able to make her mouth move as she yelled at him to get off of her. She made her threats and of course he was already one step ahead of her, he simply smirked and pointed out that she didn't have her wand. The glare she sent him was really just formality. There was a very small problem, she couldn't bring herself to actually be upset with the guy. Honestly, as he leaned in again and her breath caught the only thing running through her mind was that he smelled really really good.

Draco

Finally, the witch shut her mouth and he was getting closer and closer to actually tasting her plump lips.

"Draco mate you here?" Blaise's voice carried to him and both whipped their heads in the direction of the living room.

He really was going to kill that good for nothing Italian. This time when Granger pushed at his chest he shifted away from her so she could go to his room.

"Just take whatever clothes you can find in my room, I'll send someone to go and get some of yours later," Draco called after her.

She turned around and gave him some sort of wave and awkward almost smile and then disappeared into his room. He sighed and stared at his door for a couple minutes longer until Blaise called him again and he reluctantly stalked into his living room in order to kill his best mate.

As soon as he reached the living room and noted Mishka sitting obediently by Blaise's side, he pushed the wizard into the wall and pulled out his wand, pushing it into his chest roughly. Blaise didn't look at all worried, he in fact look entirely too amused.

"What the bloody hell do you want?" Draco growled.

"Now, now Draco what's got your panties in a twist this morning? Granger kick you out? Shag someone? Come on don't leave me hanging."

"Shut the hell up Zabini," Draco growled at him, "There was an attack last night I had to bring her here."

Blaise grinned and poked his head over Draco's shoulder trying to see down the hallway.

"Oh that's rich," he pushed Draco off of him, "So you're stalking is slightly more justified now then eh? Dude you seriously need help."

Draco agreed with him but he wasn't about to voice those thoughts aloud.

Granger then walked out into the living room, again wearing his clothes, and his eyes took in his clothes on her small form and he once again felt his cock twitch slightly. Glancing at his friend he scowled at the smirk on the man's face as he took in the witch's clothes.

"Hello Blaise how are you?" Granger asked Blaise happily while plopping down on the couch and watching the traitorous dog hop up and lay on her lap.

Draco scowled yet again at his dog and his best mate for their friendliness with the witch that he wanted to be…

Okay just pretend that thought didn't just occur.

"Why are you here?" Draco finally demanded effectively interrupting their friendly banter.

"Can't a bloke come and check up on his best mate?" Blaise asked innocently.

Draco knew better, the Italian may look innocent but he was far from it.

"Oh alright, I came to give you a message from Potter, apparently there were two attacks last night, which don't count the one on Hermione because I hadn't even known about that until I got here. Which I find quite insulting that I was not informed of this be…"

"Blaise," Granger interrupted, smiling slightly, "Get on with the message please."

"Right, anyways, two attacks both on muggleborns in London, they were not able to catch any of the attackers and both of the victims were killed."

"Oh my," Granger gasped, "Are these any relation to the attack on me?"

She was looking at Draco when she said this and he was slightly confused as to why, he knew just as much as her.

"I don't know but I intend to find out," he responded grabbing his muggle coat from the hook by the door, "I'm going to talk to Potter, Blaise you stay with her until I get back and send the house elves to get her some clothes from her place."

Sending one last glance at the brunette sitting on his couch he noticed her watching him with a tiny smile poking at the corners of her mouth. He found himself smiling back at her right before her spun on the spot and apparated away to find Potter and those dumb-ass fucking idiots that tried to kill his witch…er his friend? Anyways, they were not going to survive the day once he got his hands around their necks.

~Ace~