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Here is the next chapter, it was suggested that I try to add in Draco's POV and I think that was a great idea. So, here is a chapter in Draco's POV. This is the first time ever that I've actually written from Draco's side of the story, so let's see how it goes.

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Draco POV

I sat there in shock as Hermione walked away from me, I hadn't expected her to turn me down. Honestly I wasn't all that used to being turned down. I usually got what I wanted and currently I wanted Hermione Granger…bad. Just thinking about last night was enough to get me all worked up again.

I ran my hands through me hair and taking a deep breath I slid off the library table and make my way to the exit. There's no point in sitting there and hoping Hermione changes her mind. No, I need to take action. I'm not afraid to admit it, I like Hermione in more than just a physical way.

Yes, I'm Draco Malfoy and I like Hermione Granger. Trust me, no one's more surprised than I am, but it's true. I'd been trying to deny it to myself for years, but there was no point anymore. The second her lips touched mine the other night, I was screwed. She had me hook line and sinker and she had no clue about it.

I went through the rest of my day as if I wasn't secretly craving the taste of Hermione's lips and the feel of her body. I sat through class with her and somehow managed not to look her way. I pretended like there was nothing between us because at this point that's what I needed to do to make sure I didn't beg her to come over tonight. Even though I'd already practically done that, but I wasn't going to fall any farther than I already had.

I wanted her and she knew it, which was the best I could do right now. I would stay back and give her her space before swooping in and leaving no doubt in her mind that I needed her.

I let a few days pass before I decided it was time to make my move. Hermione and I hadn't spoken since that morning in the library, but I didn't miss the glances she stole at me when she passed. Yes, I only noticed them because I couldn't help looking at her well, but that's not the point. The point is, I stayed away, but I couldn't do it anymore. I needed to feel her lips on mine; I needed to try to get her to feel the same about me as I did her.

It was just after dinner and I knew Hermione would be on her way to the library, like always. I quickly got myself into position in the mostly deserted corridor right before the library. Yes, I had a plan. I'd stayed away from Hermione for the last few days, but that didn't mean she wasn't constantly on my mind. Trust me, she was the only thing on my mind no matter how hard I tried to get her out of there.

Right on time Hermione walks past the corridor I am standing in, alone. I reach out and grab her gently by the arm and pull her into the deserted corridor. She looks around in shock, grabbing for her wand. I pull her farther into the corridor, where no one will see us and push her gently up against the wall.

"What the hell?" Hermione bursts when her eyes finally land on me and she starts to relax.

"No talking," I say, effectively silencing her by slamming my lips to hers. Hermione hesitates at first, but then gives in as her lips relax and start to move against mine and her hands travel up into my hair pulling me closer. My one hand is tangled in her mop of curls, while my other hand is on her waist, pulling her body up against mine so I can feel the soft curves of the girl I can't get enough. The passion is sizzling between us and things are escalating faster than even I hoped for, I wish I was back in my room with Hermione. I was a trouble maker and a bad boy, but no matter how much I wanted to I wasn't going any farther than we currently were in this hallway in the middle of the castle where anyone could walk up to us.

As Hermione's hands start to undo the buttons of my shirt, I pull back looking into her big brown doe eyes. It takes all of my self control to stop myself from kissing her lips and taking her right there. I want her more than ever, that much is obvious by the sudden tightness in my pants.

Hermione gently pushes me away as she seems to come back to her senses. "What the bloody hell Draco?" she asks as she runs her hands through her hair in frustration. I can tell she's as worked up as I am.

"Does this really need an explanation?" I ask gesturing between the two of us, a smirk playing on my lips. I can't flat out tell Hermione that she's been the only thing on my mind for the last few days. I couldn't tell her I couldn't keep my hands off of her any longer. She wouldn't believe me even if I did. She'd think I was just using her to fulfill my needs, which in a way I was but I was in much deeper than that.

"Yes, it does," Hermione nods, putting her hands on her hips. Damn, she looked hot when she did that, then again I thought she looked hot doing just about anything.

"My dorm at eleven and I'll explain everything," I send her an award winning smile, hoping she'll agree to it. If she really wants to know why I pulled her into a deserted corridor and snogged her senseless, I'll tell her, just not here. If she wants to know the actually truth, I'll tell her that too.

"Draco, I am not coming to your dorm just so we can have meaningless sex," Hermione says, her voice full of indignation. I couldn't ignore the stab of pain that went through my chest at the realization that Hermione just thought I was using her. I knew that's what she'd probably thought, but it actually hurt to hear her say it because it was the farthest thing from the truth.

"Who said it was meaningless?" I ask, reaching out and pushing a loose strand of hair behind her ear.

"Oh please Draco, are you seriously trying to tell me I actually mean something to you?" Hermione asks with a disbelieving eye roll.

I run a hand through my hair in frustration. This was exactly why I hadn't allowed myself to get my hopes up that something would actually work out between Hermione and I. I knew I'd burnt too many bridges in the past for her to actually think that I was a somewhat decent guy.

I take a step forward as I let out a deep breath. I place my hand on her soft cheek and look her straight in the eyes. "That is exactly what I am telling you," I say seriously, before placing a quick kiss on her lips and pulling away.

Hermione stands there unable to respond. I take a step back down the hallway as I say, "If you want to give me a chance at proving it to you, you know where to find me." With those words I walk down the corridor and away from the library. Away from Hermione. I just put it all out there and there is no turning back now. If Hermione shows up tonight, there is hope. If she doesn't, I may just have to accept defeat and move on even though I'm not sure I can do that even if I have to. I fell for Hermione a long time ago, around the time she slapped me in third year and now I was finally admitting it.

There was nothing else I could do. I'd put myself and my heart out there, it was up to Hermione if she wanted to give me a chance or not. If she didn't I wouldn't be surprised, after all I was Draco Malfoy and she was Hermione Granger. If she did, then maybe there was a chance that all of my feelings weren't pointless. Maybe by some miracle, she could like me like I liked her. There was only one way to find out, wait until eleven and see if she showed.

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