Malfoy scowled. Which wasn't that much of shock, since he scowled or had that stupid smirk on his face all the time. But this time he was scowling because Granger and the Weasel left.. and he knew what they were doing. He knew that at this exact moment, Granger was up against a wall, or bent over with the Weasels pecker in between her lips.

He hated the Weasel. He closed his eyes and breathed in. What else could he do? He couldn't get up and march over to where ever the love couple is and tell him to get off her. She wasn't even the Weasel's type, or his for that matter. But there was just something about Granger with that guy that made him clench his teeth and squeeze his eyes shut.

Having no idea what was wrong with him. He got up anyway, pleading exhaustion to his mates and made his way out the door. Walking along the dimly lit corridors, he wondered where she was. There was something wrong with him, he was surely aware of that, but what could he do? It was a day, and he felt himself obsessed with Granger.

Maybe he just had to do something. Malfoy's weren't the type of people to stand aside and not do a thing. They were doers, not bystanders. Just like he wasn't about to follow the Dark Lord, all this about Mudbloods having to die so they could purify the world was indeed, a bunch of rubbish.

Granger was a pain in his arse, but he didn't want her to die. Not after finding out what a delightful creature she was in the sack, or in this case against the wall. Draco took it upon himself to find the creature and of course taunt her as usual.

He took out his wand and spelled a locater on Granger. Apparently his wand was telling him that she was in a broom closet on the first floor, that was right off the Great Hall. So she didn't go very far.

Draco found it in a matter of minutes. He heard nothing from his side, which meant that Granger paused long enough to put a silence spell on the bloody room. He knocked once, twice, then opened it. Apparently Granger was too caught up to actually lock the door.

What he found was a sight to behold. Granger was still up against the wall, with the Weasel pounding into her, but instead Granger was completely naked from head to toe, even her socks were missing.

And, unfortunately, Weasel was naked as well. They didn't hear him knock, so he leaned against the door frame, of the closed door of course and just looked at them.

It wasn't long before Granger opened her eyes from all the pleasure and saw him leaning there. She shrieked and pushed Weasel away. Weasel looking stupid as usual asked what was wrong, when Granger pointed at him Draco. He smirked and saw Weasels face turn blood red, ah what a good day it was.

'Malfoy, what are you doing here?'

'Oh, I'm sorry ,was I interrupting you?' he said casually.

She covered herself up. What good that would do when he had already seen the majority of her body. He grinned to himself.

"Malfoy, how did you find us?" She pulled her clothes closer to herself, and pulled her hair back and glared at him. Glared at him? It wasn't his fault they didn't answer the bloody door.

"I need to speak to you, in private." he asked in a very serious voice, even though he was grinning like a maniac in the inside.

"You have nothing to say to me, that Ronald can't hear." she replied icily.

"Oh really?" Malfoy continued to lean against the door- to block their exit. His eyebrows quirked up and conniving smirk appeared.

Hermione decided to rethink her statement, and rushed to get dressed. All the while the Weasel was leaning against the wall on the opposite side of the room, and was still breathing heavily from all the exercise.

Because as we all know, fucking is a lot like exercising.

"Ronald, I'll meet you late. In the common room. All right?" She didn't bother to wait for a reply, but simply fled the room, nearly knocking Malfoy out of the way to achieve her goal.

Malfoy looked at Weasely, and scowled. "Filthy blood traitor."

He left also without waiting for a reply, and ran after Hermione, who was already on the first floor waiting for him.

"Hurry up, I don't have all day."

"It looked like you did. " He caught up with her and wondered, "So, are you and Weasely lovers?"

"That is none of your bloody business. Now, tell me what you want."

"Oh, I think you already know what I want, Hermione." He moved in closer, and pushed her out the Great Hall doors. There wasn't many people outside, so they may have a little bit of privacy, before someone catches the two enemies chatting with eachother.

"No, I don't think I know what you want." she blushed, while looking down. She knew exactly. And it was just about time to finally get what he desperately wanted.

"I want what Weasely has." his voice turned seductive. Quiet and at ease with the mudblood beside him.

"W...wh..what?" she stuttered. She immediately shook her head, and stepped away.

"You heard me! I want to shag against the wall like Weasely did the other night."

Her eyes grew wide, her mouth popped open, and she was as red as Weaselys hair. Then her hand came out of nowhere and knocked him right off his feet.

Landing on his arse, he glared at her through his hair. But stayed where he was, just in case.

"You foul.. loathsome..sly...evil...little inbred. How dare you! How dare you watch us like that. What? Did it give you sick amusement? Did it excite you to know that the once ugly little mudblood actually shagged, and with her best mate no less? Huh? Did it? If you think I am going to let you touch me, I'll hex you into the next century if you touch me with those filthy hands of yours." she finally stopped stuttering. She spat at him, and quickly made her way back inside, and out of his life.

Or in this case bed. For now.

Getting up, he dusted himself off, and followed her at a slower pace. He couldn't mistake the hint of arousal on her face when he suggested shagging against a wall.

Hermione wanted it too. And she has to learn that Draco always gets what he wants.