(A/N: This is what happens when I write at 2 AM in the morning. Very Scary. Warning: Draco is kinda... obsessive.)
He could've had any girl he wanted. With his looks, and his bank account, no girl could resist being the one on his arm.
And he'd had every girl he wanted. He'd had Tanya's, and Sarah's, and Haley's, and a whole collection of girls.
But never a Hermione.
Such a beautiful girl, with those long legs, those soulful brown eyes, and such a uniquely beautiful name, no man could resist her, least of all him.
But when other men met her intelligence, her sly humor, and her take- charge attitude, they couldn't cope with it. They'd leave her for the next idiot they could find, just to escape intelligent conversation.
But he wouldn't do that. Her brilliant mind only made her beauty more apparent, more radiant. Her wit was a savory treat that he would never find in a Tanya, or a Haley, or any of the others. And when he finally caught her, he'd definitely enjoy the benefits of her bossiness.
And as for the next idiot... Well, he might never be able to go back to the vapid anacondas he usually dated.
That was actually the reason he'd decided to go after his beautiful Hermione now instead of waiting for the perfect opportunity to present itself.
No, instead, he was going to chase after her. He'd had enough waiting. It would take more work, but he'd convince her. Somehow.
When he walked into her office that morning, he was greeted with the sight of an angry goddess's wrath as she threw one of her prized books in an employee's face. "No, I will NOT let you take a week off that you DIDN'T EARN!" she screamed. "Now get OUT!"
The man scurried off, looking scared beyond his wits.
She ran her ink- stained fingers through her hair and glanced up at him. "And what are you looking at?" she asked sourly.
He smiled. "You."
She huffed. "Well, obviously. Let's try another one: What do you need?"
He considered that for a moment, wondering what he should say. He nearly laughed aloud as the answer came to him.
"You."