Well hey again! I had abandoned this story, but thanks to a nice review from EdwardCullenLuver5 i'm back :) i'm a bit out of practise though, and I originally dumped this story cos it sucked, but I'm planning a veeeery exciting ending so stick with me :)

Still Hermione's POV

Well, it's official. Samii and Draco are together. Yes, I admit it, I'm in love with Draco Malfoy. Every time I see him with little miss stuck up, smart arsey, dick wit, it stings me like an electric eel is wrapped around my heart. Not that he ever notices me of course. Well, apart from being the beaver-faced nerd of our year. Although there was that time in the summer holidays, I met him quite by chance a few streets away from the entrance to Diagon Alley. He smiled at me. Draco. Draco Malfoy. Hottest boy in our school, maybe even the world. Smiling. At me. Me! Draco Malfoy smiling at me! Ginny says it was probably just the shock of seeing me out of school robes, and he didn't recognise me for that one short moment. But I know she's wrong. I saw deep into his soul that day. I saw through his stormy grey eyes, and discovered that behind the tough, sneering attitude he puts on when he's around his group of cronies, he is actually a sensitive caring person, a troubled soul calling out for help. Which is why I can't stop thinking about him.

Draco's POV

"You're joking, right?"

"Not at all!" she replied, with a devilishly attractive grin. "We were taught legitimency third year at Durmstrang! I'm telling you, Hermione Granger has a crush on you!" I stared at her for a little while longer, before deciding she wasn't joking.

"I think I'm gonna be sick!" I smirked, miming vomiting. Samii smiled seductively at me, then pulled my head gently into her lap, where she began stroking my hair. There were guffaws from Goyle and Crabbe in the corner of the common room, but I quickly silenced them with one of my 'looks'. She bent down, and as her long, chestnut locks swung down from around her shoulders I was hit with a delicious waft of jasmine shampoo.

"That was hot…" she whispered in my ear, before straightening up again, still stroking my hair, and looking expectantly at Blaise. He jumped to attention, and prodded the wand lying on the table in front of us. It spat a few emerald sparks out the end, then started spinning smoothly around in the air, before finally stopping, pointing at me. I raised my head slightly, but then decided I was happy enough where I was.

"Dare," I said from Samii's lap. There was a moment's silence. You could almost hear the cogs ticking in their brains, trying to think of a suitable dare for me. After barely any time at all, Samii spoke.
"Draco..?" she said slowly. I raised my head for the second time and made a small noise in my throat to show I was listening. "I dare you…" she continued, drawing out the words, making it more torturous by the second, "To seduce the Granger girl." We stared at her in disbelief.

Hermione's POV

It happened in potions. I was daydreaming (before you say anything it was a lecture on bezoars we'd all heard a thousand times before!) and my eyes happened to wander towards the Slytherin bench. Before I knew it, I was staring straight into the eyes of none other than Draco Malfoy. In shock, I shook myself awake. He was looking at me. Directly at me! I turned away quickly. What was I doing?! I stole another glance his way. He was still looking, and his eyes were twinkling infuriatingly. I looked away again. You're pathetic, Hermione, really pathetic! I cursed myself angrily. I looked around for the third time. I managed a nervous smile, though my hands were shaking on the desk, and I knew I was sweating like a quiddich player in a sauna. His face broke into a grin, and my heart melted.

Snape's POV

Teenage girls are so very stupid. Even the ones you expect most from eventually get transformed into quivering wrecks for the sake of… love. Yes, I looked in her mind a little. So sue me. Not that it was necessary: anyone could tell from the way she looked at Draco that she was totally enamoured. It had to be her didn't it. No peace for the wicked, snarky, double-agent potions professor. If I was forced to admit it, I suppose I do have feelings for the little know it all. Whenever I take points from her she looks at me with such loathing, a part of me dies each time. But I must do it, otherwise she'll never learn. She cannot continue with the endless questions, for the simple reason that whenever I hear that tinkling voice of hers, saturated with knowledge and potential, I want to bend her over the nearest desk and have my way with her. There is an animalistic desire in me that cannot be quenched. I have come to dread each of her lessons, because they always leave me feeling like a sick, perverted old man, constantly spying on and fanaticising over such a beautiful young witch. I have spent many galleons on witches of the night, wand wavers, hookers, whatever you want to call them, but only very specific ones. They must all be young, supple, about five foot four, with deep brown eyes, long lashes and chestnut hair that frizzes delightfully around their face. Unsurprisingly, there are not all that many that fit my requirements. I must be content with watching from a distance, trying to hold my life together as the hole that ripped me in two at Lily's death grows gradually wider with each passing day.

Hermione's POV

I walked slowly along the dungeon corridor, along with the rest of my year. Samii Madison pushed past me, shoving my shoulder painfully. My bag slid down my arm, and hit the stone floor with a loud 'thunk'. I groaned when I saw that it had exploded, spreading loose sheets of paper all over the slimy, damp corridor. She giggled along with her cronies as she strutted off down the corridor, deliberately grinding my charms worksheet into the ground. I bent down and began to collect together my ruined things. Without warning, a pile of books and papers was pushed into my hands. I looked up to see Draco Malfoy inches away from my face, staring into my eyes. My heart stopped beating. He stood up and offered me his hand. In a daze, I took it with trepidation and was pulled to my feet. "Hey," he said.

"Uhhhhh… uh huh?" I replied intelligently.

"Thought you might need a hand with your things," he continued, smiling. "Sorry about Samii. She can be kind of a bitch sometimes."

"Mmm," I said, not trusting myself to work out anything coherent to say. He placed the last few sheets into my arms then stepped back.

"Ummm thanks," I said. "I guess… I'll see you soon." As soon as the words left my mouth, I realised how dumb they must have sounded.

"Oh, believe me, I'll make sure you will," he said, and walked away.

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