A/N: Sending love to my Beta macytayy for being so supportive! So, as for future updates, I'll probably be posting every Friday of the week, just to establish consistency and also a challenge for me to finish self-imposed deadlines.

To AnnaOxford, thanks for reviewing and I hope that you enjoy the story as well.

It was quite chilly in the dungeons one night, and Draco Malfoy tossed and turned on his bed, not finding any rest for his troubled mind. He kept thinking about the words that he told Granger the last time they were together at the Restricted Section. For some reason, his brain just stopped functioning and he had offered himself to relieve some of Granger's stress. He snorted as he continued to think about why the two Gryffindors were actually there. Well, he knew what Granger was there for, but he was also sure that McLaggen was just taking advantage of that fact to screw with the bushy-haired know-it-all.

Draco tried closing his eyes for a few seconds, and the memories of Granger's fingers almost enveloping his cock came to the front of his mind again. He blushed as he accepted the fact that her touching him wasn't such a bad experience at all, in fact, it was quite the opposite. Never in a hundred years would Draco even guess the fact that Granger was a very capable lover, her looks didn't even give any clue to that at all.

He quickly wondered what would have happened if he didn't blow his cover during that time. Based on how gentle and sensual Granger's touches were, he knew that she was more or less very experienced with touching men. Would she have finished him off? Would she have kneeled in front of him and used her mouth to bring him to completion? His chest felt a bit tight as he remembered that it was a Thursday, and was reminded by the notion that the two were probably shagging like rabbits again in the library. He frowned as his mind betrayed him and thought that it wouldn't be such a bad thing to take McLaggen's place.

He quickly sat up from his bed and strode angrily towards the boy's bathroom. Upon reaching the sink, he splashed his face with cold water and stared at himself at the mirror, noting that he already had bags under his eyes. His fixation with Granger was really starting to cause him to lose sleep, and he wasn't liking it one bit.

Another groan passed his lips as he felt himself get hard as he remembered how lovely Granger's fingers felt touching all over his body. And with those traitorous thoughts that plagued his mind, a devious plan started to hatch inside that brilliant mind of his, and it caused a ghost of a smirk to grace his lips.

He stood straight and watched himself in the mirror, admiring the fact that he was such a good looking bloke. He knew perfectly well that he had a lot of admirers, and he hated the fact that he was obsessing over the swot like a starving wolf presented with a fine piece of meat. In his mind, he concluded that if he was able to get a taste of Granger, he'd surely be cured of all this nonsense. He nodded at his reflection in the mirror, yes, just one taste and Granger will be forever out of his mind and he can finally start on his plans to ruin the blasted woman. He couldn't wait.

Draco was a patient man, and a man needed to be able to wait long periods of time in order to make sure that there was little chance of failure whenever he hatched a plan. And so, for two weeks, he watched both McLaggen and Granger carefully, and not only that, he used his informants to tell him of every detail they noticed about the two Gryffindors. Not a single detail was spared, even what Granger had for breakfast was reported to him.

Once he decided that the data he gathered was enough, he finally set phase one into action. It was definitely the most crucial part of his plan, all the other phases relied on whatever the result of the first phase was. He just hoped that the initial stages of his brilliant designs would end the way that he needed.

Draco had a crazy looking grin on his face as he leaned on the wall, waiting for McLaggen to come since he knew that the seventh year would pass by soon. A few short minutes later, McLaggen finally walked into Draco's eyesight and the Slytherin followed closely behind. The Slytherin didn't speak, he just waited for the older boy to finally ask him why he was tailing him

They walked a few meters before McLaggen finally stopped in his tracks, "Can I help you with something, Malfoy?" McLaggen asked, turning around to face the Slytherin.

Draco smirked at him, "You certainly can, McLaggen."

The Gryffindor frowned, clearly suspecting that Malfoy was up to something.

Draco nudged his head to the side, pointing to an empty room where they could talk. He didn't wait for McLaggen to answer, he just went ahead, but sure enough, the Gryffindor followed at once. He quickly flicked his wand upon entry, locking the door after McLaggen was inside. The Gryffindor looked alarmed instantly.

"What the hell, Malfoy!" McLaggen exclaimed, looking extremely tense.

The Slytherin just waved his hand, as if trying to tell the other person in the room that there's nothing to worry about. "Relax, I just needed a place where no one would hear what we're about to talk about."

McLaggen kept silent, still obviously far from relaxed.

Draco just shrugged, and then took a seat. He gestured to one of the empty chairs scattered across the room, signaling to McLaggen to have one as well. The other boy didn't budge from his spot.

"Suit yourself then." Draco drawled. "Now then, it has come to my attention that you've been shagging Hermione Granger in the Restricted Section for quite some time now."

McLaggen grinned and looked quite proud upon hearing Draco's words. The Slytherin frowned at this, as the Gryffindor's reaction annoyed him.

"I guess the cat's out of the bag then. I told her that somebody was bound to find out soon." McLaggen boasted. "What can I say, the girl really can't get her hands off me. I'm such a fantastic lay."

Draco rolled his eyes at the boy's remark, he clenched his fist, he almost wanted to punch McLaggen's stupid face.

"So, what does this fact have to do with anything?" McLaggen finally asked.

Draco crossed his legs and leaned comfortably on the chair, "I want you to stop meeting with her."

The two just stared at each other for a while. McLaggen was staring at him looking incredulous, while Draco just looked over him calmly.

"Just because you tell me to stop meeting her, doesn't mean that I have to follow whatever you have to say." McLaggen finally said, looking quite miffed.

He turned away and strode towards the door, obviously pissed. He tried wriggling the doorknob, but it wouldn't budge. Draco had an amused smirk on his face as he watched the Gryffindor get frustrated each second that he couldn't open the door.

McLaggen sighed and turned around again. "Let me out."

Draco just smiled at him, "Not until you agree to stop meeting Granger."

"No. Hermione and I have an understanding," Cormac started. "And I don't even know why you're asking me to stop. Or maybe, do you lik-"

Draco laughed, cutting McLaggen off before he could finish what he was about to say. "My reasons are my own, McLaggen. You don't need to be privy to it."

"Still, it's a no. Hermione's a great shag. I'd rather not stop." Cormac just grinned at him. Draco felt the irrational need to punch his face again.

Draco clucked his tongue, "Well then, I'll just tell the whole student body that you're also sleeping with Zabini then."

Silence.

A nervous look flashed across McLaggen's face, followed by an odd sounding laugh.

"What on earth are you talking about, Malfoy?"

Draco reached his hand inside his robe and picked up a photo. He threw it to McLaggen who caught it at once.

The Gryffindor's face warped into an expression of horror when he saw what was in the picture, "Where the fuck did you get this, Malfoy?!"

Draco laughed cruelly, "A little birdie gave it to me. Imagine my surprise when I found out that such a popular ladies man like you were also into men."

McLaggen choked and quickly tore apart the picture in his hands. "This is fake!" The boy rushed to him and quickly held Draco by his collar. Despite the obvious threatening gesture, the Slytherin remained calm.

"I've got plenty of other pictures, McLaggen," Draco said coolly. "Do as I say and no one else will find out."

The Gryffindor let him go, looking defeated.

"How will I know that you'll keep this quiet," McLaggen asked, sounding shaky. He still had his fists clenched tightly.

Draco smiled at him, "I may be a Slytherin, but when I strike a deal with someone, I make sure to follow through. Stop sleeping with Granger, and I will burn all the evidence I have showing your little secret."

McLaggen looked as if he was at war with himself, Draco deduced that the Gryffindor must really like shagging the swot.

"Fine."

With this, Draco finally stood up with a pleased-looking smile on his face. He approached McLaggen and patted his back.

"Good," Draco told him. "It's settled then."

Draco waved his wand again and the door finally unlocked. He was the first one to approach the door, but before he left the room completely, he turned to McLaggen again, who was looking quite displeased with the entire interaction that just happened.

"One more thing, McLaggen." Draco began, "Don't tell Granger that we've had this conversation. If she asks you why you stopped meeting her, just make something up. Are we clear, McLaggen?"

McLaggen looked at the sneaky Slytherin with obvious contempt in his eyes, but he was able to manage a nod.

"Good," Draco muttered with a self-satisfied grin on his face, as he walked down the hallway, whistling a jolly tune as he headed towards the Great Hall. All that was left to do was to wait for a few more weeks to see if phase one was working as he planned. Draco didn't know why, but for some reason, he was pretty confident that his plan was about to succeed.