A/N: Read & Review.

The same night as Draco's mind was haunted as he searched for sleep Hermione lay awake in her bed. She was consumed with thoughts of the blonde Slytherin. She was confused about her feelings towards him; if she was being honest with herself she was always confused when it came to feelings and Draco Malfoy. She had never told anyone but she had a crush on him their first year at Hogwarts. He was very attractive, still is. It was before she had even known what a mudblood was and he didn't even tease her that year. He was smart and confident, unlike so many of the other boys at school, including her two best friends. Then things changed, as they so often do in life, for the worst. He would never reciprocate her childhood crush. He would never even be her friend. He felt as if she was dirty. This hurt her more than anyone could tell. As the years went on she grew to have some understanding of why Draco was the way he was. She met his father, and she realized that he was breed to hate her. She now understood that Draco's life was perhaps a bit more complicated and difficult than anyone else knew, or cared to find out. She grew to feel sorry for him, in the privacy of her own thoughts of course. His actions this morning only served to make her thoughts about him more complicated than ever. She had long since discarded any romantic feelings for him, but the way he made her feel today. "Bloody hell." She said aloud as she reached up her hands to her eyes, a feeble attempt at making her mind forget how sexy she found him. She became very frustrated. The things he said to her, and how she felt when he was saying those things to her. His sexy smirk danced across her mind. She swore she could still feel his big strong hand on her hip. She had no idea how to behave around him anymore. She was attracted to him; physically she was brave enough to admit that, to herself. But she knew she would never do anything about it. She was certain that he would never do anything accept torment her in any way possible. She had to remember to keep her cool when it came to him. She hoped she could.

She made her way to the great hall for breakfast, hoping she didn't look too bad, she didn't get a wink of sleep. Her thoughts of Draco wouldn't stop, and she feared were her mind would go if she relinquished control to sleep. To make matters worse she knew she couldn't talk this out with one of her friends, they would never understand.

"Hey Mione." Ron offered to his friend as she sat down to eat.

"Morning Ron." She tiredly offered.

"You ok?" He asked concerned, "You look really tired."

"Didn't get much sleep at all." She said through a yawn.

"Something on your mind?" He asked.

"No I'm ok really, you know what I think I'm going to try and get some shut eye before I have to go to potions and deal with Malfoy. I'm gonna head back up to the dorms." With that she got up and left her friend to scarf down his food. She needed her rest if she was going to put up with him.

She slept for the two hours before she had to get up and make her way to potions. She made her way into the classroom not knowing what to expect from Draco today. She saw him sitting at their desk looking devilishly handsome. She wondered to herself if Draco Malfoy was the reason for that particular adverb-adjective combination. She sat down onto her stool.

"You're late." He said cockily.

She looked over at him as she furrowed her brow, "By like ten seconds. And who are you to talk anyway you skip more classes than you attend."

"Feisty Granger I like it." He said with a smirk. "I assure you Granger I find much better and more pleasing activities to do when I skip classes. Would you like to find out?"

She laughed nervously "Very funny. I would never skip, and certainly not with you and most definitely not to do anything you are currently implying." She rambled on as she felt her cheeks get hot. She got up some courage, "Besides why would you pure-blood brain deign to entertain thoughts of you and me… in t-that way."

"Well first off it not my brain that would be involved, and second my dick can't tell the difference between mud and pure. Luckily for you." He then made a mental note to thank Blaise.

"Well my brain can tell the difference between nice guy and scum bag." She countered.

"I'm not interested in your brain Granger I've got my own and it far superior to yours." He leaned down to whisper in her ear. "I'm interested in what's between your thighs Granger, you know that thing that I'm almost certain I made wet during our last class." He slipped his hand underneath the desk and ran it up her thigh.

She quickly pushed it away her face as red as her cheeks now. She stared at him and he couldn't tell what mix of emotions she was feeling right now.

"That's ok Granger I like a challenge. We'll continue this after class, that's a promise."

TBC