A/N: Thanks to those who read.

Hermione had managed to avoid Draco successfully at least for the time being. She knew she would have to deal with him eventually of course. She kept replaying his teasing comments in her head. They were on a loop, every word that sprang from his smirk. She remembered his eyes locked on her as he drifted away from his normal insults towards things in a way that were much more for lack of a better word intimate. She had always been secretly fascinated by his eyes. Wide hoops of steel with specks of blue; the kind of blue the ocean looked like after a storm. His exterior was always so icy, cold like a chiseled marble Adonis. She would never let anyone know that she thought of him so often, or exactly where her thoughts would drift sometimes. "I wonder if he ever thinks of me, at all?" she thought aloud. "What am I thinking of course he does, new ways to torture me." She slammed her book cover down in frustration.

Draco had made his way to the Room of Requirement after messing with Hermione. It was one of his favorite things about being at Hogwarts. He had never actually insulted her the way he had today. The truth is he had always found her attractive. He could never admit that to himself, he buried it away in insults. He doesn't allow his feelings to control him. He does what he has to do, what he is told to do. He acts as he is supposed to act, a Malfoy. He knew he could never have her. Not willingly, certainly not openly. If she ever caught a look at his lower left arm she would hate him. That is hate him more. The only thing he has is teasing her, playing with her. He knew he could get a reaction out of her like no other, and he liked that feeling, he liked it a lot. He pictured her face as he had commented on her as a sexual being. He knew she was a virgin and a prude no doubt. He watched as her blush pink lips tightened as she bit at the inside. No doubt she was trying with all her might not to give him the reaction he so desired. "God I love playing with her." His words echoed against the large expanse of the room.

"Hey Mione!" Ginny exclaimed as she saw her working on some spells in the courtyard. "Can I sit here?"

"Yeah sure Gin." her mind still on the incident with Malfoy.

"What's going on in that head of yours?"

"Nothing…well Malfoy."

"Oh Merlin what about him what did he do now?"

"Well insulted me."

"I'll call the prophet straight away." Ginny chuckled.

"No not like me being muggleborn or a bookworm."

"Ok then what was it?"

"Well he sort of um ya know commented on my body not mean comments but objectifying. He might have suggested I did certain things to get my grades."

"Suggested what?"

"Well let's just say he insinuated I'd give oral presentations?"

"I'm sorry?" Ginny replied with a look of confusion.

"Oral presentations." Hermione repeated with a glare.

"Oh! Well you do know he has quite the reputation. Slytherin sex God and such but I wouldn't think too much of it just another way to mess with you." Ginny said calmly.

"Did you say Slytherin sex God?"

"Well yeah I've heard things."

Hermione raised an eyebrow Ginny wasn't one to listen to rumors and hold them as true often.

"Ok , ok so I've heard a lot of things."

"Oh such as?"

"Hmm well apparently he's just amazing in bed, and of course he's rather well equipped, basically just a hot hot lay."

"Wow that's certainly more than I've ever needed to know, thanks." Hermione got up and quickly retired to her favorite spot in the library, leaving Ginny to think she had embarrassed Hermione with her talk of Malfoy's supposed sex God status.

Hermione was actually most surprised to hear the word hot in association with Malfoy. Yes she thought her was good looking and built but any association with warmth seemed odd in conjunction with the boy who had always seemed so cold. He was intriguing her more and more but she knew she couldn't do anything about it. She just hoped that he would leave those comments for the many women he's apparently bedding.

TBC