Okay, so Chapter 3, longest one so far! Keep up the reviews! Also I changed the name of the fic, as it changed direction, hope you guys dont mind! Enjoy...

Draco sat in the courtyard watching the Golden Trio, just waiting for the perfect moment to leap in and torment them, especially that filthy little mudblood, he couldn't help but enjoy tormenting her. Ever since third year, when she punched him in the face, he felt this distinct need to corner her, make her feel alone, or at least Draco thought that is what he felt. He wasn't very accustomed to emotions, he didn't quite like them.

Hermione seemed happy, carefree, whilst laughing with Harry and Ron. She spied Draco looking at them in the distance, and suddenly she felt naked, his bottomless grey eyes rounding on her and her friends. Observing every movement, like a snake in the grass. She didn't see him blink, just stare. He always seemed to be there, but as soon as she called on Harry and Ron, he was gone, "just like the snake he is!" she thought to herself.
But her friends didn't believe her, they questioned her sanity sometimes.
"Honestly 'Mione, Malfoy's got better things to do than bother us, give it a rest" Managed Ron between the snog fest he was now having with a certain Lavender Brown. Hermione was tired of feeling like this, her "friends" questioned her judgement, and the one thing she wanted was flaunted in front of her every single day, always lip locked with Lavender. She felt so useless. "The brightest witch of her time" What does this mean for her? What was she going to do after Hogwarts? Open up a small bookstore? Marry any wizard that would have her? She was supposedly bright and she couldn't even tell Ron she loved him!
Tears pooled in her eyes, and suddenly she was up and running, she would go to the one place she felt safe, the Library. It was a second home to her. Madam Pince refused to show it, but Hermione knew she took a shine to her, a slight warm, motherly touch if you will. But gladly for Hermione, not too motherly.

Across the Courtyard we return to, as Hermione put it, our "snake". He continues his watchful gaze over the trio and notices as Granger's face begins to glisten in the sun, the rays of sun, bouncing right of her pale skin right into his eyes, completely blinded other than her silhouette. He watched at the well-shaped form got up and rushed away. Slowly his eyesight returned to normal, only to see that Harry and Ron were Glaring at him. As if he's been the cause of her tears! He would love to take credit, but annoyingly it was because Granger is stupidly in love with that bloody Weasel, and somehow he scored himself Lavender Brown. Even he had to admit that despite her being a Gryffindor she was rather attractive, long wavy blonde hair that fell to her waist, clouded blue eyes. She was attractive.
Draco was still being watched by Potter and his minions, so he left to find Granger, maybe tormenting her would make him feel better, and he knew just the place to find her. Of course his little bookworm would be sat in the library; head to toe in books, without Potter to protect her Malfoy could have some real fun this time!
He turned on his heal and headed towards the great hall, first he wanted to drop off Crabbe and Goyle, they were plain dead weight sometimes. Just by walking by the Great hall they both went in to sample the food. And Draco was free.
He found himself almost sprinting to the library, and before you know it, he was there walking past the librarian's desk, she didn't even look up, seemed to engrossed in some book or other. He wondered briefly if she even had a name, or if she'd been here so long it had been lost amongst the books. But in the end it didn't matter, Draco just wanted to find his mudblood and teach her a lesson.

He slid through the bookcases with great ease, using occlumency to track his target, except he wasn't welcomed by the usual body numbing sound of Grangers voice as she read though the same books over and over feigning interest.
What he heard was different, much different. He listened as her thoughts became dark, as she contemplated power, and truly embracing her potential, as she thrilled from the thought of harming lavender. He could feel evil emanating from her; he felt a chill down his spine, and further attraction to his target. She listened further as she thought of spells that could help her, but her grasp didn't go beyond the unforgivable curses. And suddenly he felt the need to help her, to make her rise and destroy those who got in her way; she was dominating his mind, without knowing it. He scavenged his memories for books that would aid her in her quest, he happened amongst one he thought she might enjoy. A twisted sense of pride rose in his chest as he contemplated just dropping it on the desk in front of her. But she would never read anything he proposed, she would have to believe it was her idea, and once he was sure, that she wanted power rather than love, he would reveal himself to her, but only once he was sure.

He dropped the barriers around his mind and gently nudged Granger towards his thoughts about the book, hoping she would believe it was her idea. Her mind accepted the knowledge but wanted more, it began to seep through into Draco exploring his mind, but He refused. It was clear that Hermione was a powerful witch, but even subconsciously she was eager for knowledge.

All he had to do know was wait, and so he did. All the time he maintained his position in her mind, listening as she wondered about the mysteries of this book, whether or not it truly exited, and even if it did, how had she known the name? Gladly for Malfoy, she assumed she would have heard about it in one of the books that she so avidly read again and again.

Slowly, and too slowly for Draco's liking, students began to filter away from the library, until eventually it was just him and Granger left in the room, he hid out of site so she wouldn't see him, as she approached Madam Pince. He heard as she hesitantly asked about the book, that he had suggested a few hours ago.
"Erm, umm, I… I was just umm, wondering, if um I could, erm maybe… read a book? It's umm called… Veritas Malignum…"
Joy swept through Draco as the librarian led Granger straight towards the forbidden section. He was even more thrilled when she simply gave Hermione the key and left. And again began a period of waiting; however he stayed in her mind waiting for the right moment to test if she was ready to accept the dark that sleep within her.
He reminisced over the curses he'd learnt so long ago, and almost snickered when she thought she was the only one to have this knowledge, if only she knew…
Malfoy grew impatient as Granger absorbed the information, he was desperate to know. After only two hours of waiting, he couldn't take it anymore. He levitated a small spider on to the edge of the book and hoped for the best.

He saw as her eyes drew upon the little figure, there was a glimmer in her eyes, a secret. He heard as she spoke to the mini beast and watched as it curled up in agony unable to cry out. He was proud. No sooner had she killed it, that he decided to approach her. Her actions merited recognition. With a few gentle claps she was aware of his presence. As Malfoy edged further out of the shadows , he feared one thing, and one thing alone…. Rejection