Disclaimer: J. K. owns it all....except for my story line....hehe

Obsession

Chapter 2: Needing

Waking up with a jolt, Hermione sat up covered in a layer of sweat. She couldn't believe the strangely erotic dream she had just had. Malfoy's lips all over her body, kissing, licking, nibbling, setting her body on fire and leaving her begging for more. She couldn't believe how wet that dream had left her. And she knew from the agonizingly tight knot in her stomach, the burning fire set off in her nethern region, that she couldn't just get rid of it herself; she needed a good shag to satisfy her lustful hunger.

Sure she had had sex before, contrary to popular belief. Just the summer before term started she'd lost her virginity to Fred and George Weasley. She even had a few more flings with them and even went into seduction mode when Charlie had arrived for Bill and Fleur's wedding, and if she remembered right, Charlie was quite a ride to remember. But as of who to assist her now, she had no clue. None of the guys in school seemed to catch her attention enough to give them a second thought.

Shrugging it off for the time being, she decided to hit the shower and go down to breakfast. Meeting up with her friends, they headed down to the Great Hall and took their normal seats at Gryffindor table.

"He's doing it again." Ginny hissed.

"Hmm? Who?" Hermione asked, piling her plate with food.

"Malfoy. Staring at you like you're a piece of meat, he is."

Looking up Hermione's eyes met Draco's and suddenly it all clicked. She needed to shag Malfoy. As sick as the thought made her, she knew that he could only satisfy that burning hunger. He started it, now he would have to finish it.

After finishing her meal, she got a piece of parchment out and wrote a quick note, folding it up. "Excuse me guys, I'll see you all in class." she said quickly.

"Where you running off to 'Mione?" Ron asked, mouth full of egg and toast.

"Have to speak to the Head Boy." she simply stated.

Reaching the Slytherin table she leaned on the table by one hand as she spoke to Blaise Zabini. "Don't forget the meeting with the Prefects was bumped up to tonight after dinner." she said into Zabini's ear as she slowly slid the note over to Malfoy, smirking as she felt his fingers lightly touch hers as he took the note.

The Head Boy nodded without looking up from his plate. "Got it. Thanks Granger."

Nodding slightly she walked out of the Great Hall, those eyes on her once again leaving her hot and burning with want. Hermione turned around for a split second to see Malfoy opening the little piece of parchment before heading to Transfigurations class.

Draco sat next to his childhood friend watching Granger from across the Great Hall, noticing the heat in her cheeks rise as she looked over at him. I can see the shock in her eyes as she stares into mine, I'm so absorbed into her that I barely notice her getting up and walking over to my house table.

Only then did I notice her hand sliding over to mine as she spoke to Blaise. A note tucked under her petite porcelain hand. I bring my hand to hers slowly, taking the note, sucking in a harsh breath of air as our fingers touch. Before I know it, she's out of the Great Hall and I'm slowly opening the parchment. Holding my breath I scan the note Granger slipped to me.

Meet me on the third floor, secret passage behind the tapestry next to Muggle Studies classroom after lunch....I know you have a free period then, so do i. ~H. G.

Not sure how to feel about our pending meeting, considering our last one, I get up and make my way to Herbology.

I'm a complete mess. I haven't been able to concentrate in my classes all morning and now I'm leading myself down to have lunch before my little 'rendez vous' with Granger. I have no clue as to what's in store for me when I go to meet Granger. What if she's setting me up? Nah, she wouldn't do that unless it was absolutely necessary. She always starts off confronting others herself before calling for back up. She obviously knows that I've been watching her, thanks to Weasle's slut of a sister. She can't know that I have this 'problem'. I'd never tell her and she'd never find out.