Diclaimer: I do not own any characters in this fic unless otherwise stated in the beginning of the chapter. All locations, characters etc all belong to our beloved JK Rowling.
Draco/ Hermione, Blaise/Ginny and more included, though most viewpoints are from either Hermione or Draco's POV. I will, at some point, add a chapter from the POV of a different character. 6th Year, Hogwarts. Voldemort didn't rise in Goblet of Fire, nor did Harry's name emerge from the Goblet of Fire. Please enjoy, and please review!
Draco found himself looking at Hermione Granger again, as she hopped off the Hogwarts Express. She shook her curls out of her eyes, and Draco's own eyes followed her as she climbed into a carriage with Potter, Weasley, his sister and Longbottom.
"Draco, why don't you just fucking talk to her? You're driving me mad with all this staring. Your reputation will be blown to shit if you get caught gazing longingly at Princess Know-It-All." Blaise Zabini waved a hand in front of Draco's face, attracting his attention.
"Oh, yeah, because talking to her won't cause raised eyebrows either, would it?" Draco retorted, punching his best friend in the arm. "Speaking of, what are you going to do about Ginevra Weasley? I've caught you looking a couple of times, you dirty hypocrite."
"Changing the subject are you? No, I will talk with her face to face, thank you, so I'm not a hypocrite. If you're too chicken though, you could always send a note with Willafus. You could request her audience." Zabini suggested quietly and teasingly, for Pansy Parkinson was walking by, with one of her so called friends. All they did was bitch behind one another's backs, and they all knew it. How they could have the audacity to call each other friends was beyond Draco.
He got into a carriage with Blaise, Theodore Nott, Pansy Parkinson and Daphne Greengrass. The girls were talking about what NEWT classes they were going to take, while the boys were discussing their summers. Draco didn't care for conversation, so he moodily stared out of the carriage window whilst trying to figure out what to do about Granger. She'd been on his mind for the best part of a year, and every time he'd come, whether he was with another girl, or by his own hand, it was her face he saw, and his name she cried out in those fantasies.
He came again that night, just thinking of what it would be like to fuck Hermione Granger. It only took a few strokes to make him explode. He was certain that he couldn't go on like this.
He was obsessed.
A month later…
"Draco Malfoy, don't make me tell you again. This is ridiculous now. Just fucking talk to her, you coward! Send her a bloody note, or something, please!" Blaise said again. It was dinner in the Great Hall and he was still sitting at the Slytherin table with Zabini, although the Hall was mainly empty. Draco got up.
"Fine, I'll write to her in the morning and get Willafus to deliver it with the post owls. She knows him by sight." Draco said, stalking towards the dungeons, Blaise hot on his trail.
"Well, its Friday tomorrow, so make sure you do it then. If things go well, you have the weekend to recover. If not, you have the weekend to recover." Blaise said, smirking at him.
"What about you, Casanova? Did you ever talk to Ginny Weasley?" Draco shot back, half interested and half irritable.
"Oh, Ginevra and I have done much more than talk. And so we shall again tonight at the Room of Requirement. You should get Granger to meet you there; after all, it's only about forty seconds down the corridor for her."
Draco muttered the password for the Slytherin dorms and walked in. He and Blaise settled in armchairs near the fire, still talking about their Gryffindor obsessions.
"What about Weasley, though? Is she really open to your tastes?" Draco asked. Blaise's varying sexual tastes were legend throughout all four Hogwarts houses. Ginny looked like a wild child though, Draco thought, pushing his hair back. "I can't imagine her contorting herself all over the place for a Slytherin, my friend."
"Oh, Draco, you have so much to learn. She does much more than contort herself for me. Though she has got revenge on me over a few occasions. She's almost as diverse in her tastes as I am in mine!" Blaise got a black embroidered cushion thrown at his head then by Draco, who smiled when it hit him in the middle of his face.
Draco and Blaise were like brothers, they were so close, but they were almost polar opposites. Blaise liked it however it came, whereas Draco preferred to be in control of a situation. Also, Draco was a pale skinned blonde with grey eyes, while Blaise had chocolate coloured skin and very dark eyes. Blaise was more willowy too, whereas Draco worked out, thanks to being on the Quidditch team. Draco considered all of this, and tried to write a note for Granger.
"Get to the point, Drake!" Blaise exclaimed after Draco's sixth bit of parchment found itself burning in the hearth. "Just be snappy and get it sent."
"What about you? Seeing Ginny tonight, aren't you?"
"Not till 10pm, my friend. Still got an hour and it won't take me that long to get there." Blaise grinned naughtily at Draco, knowing he wasn't getting any tonight. Blaise was gloating, Draco ignored it.
"Yeah, well, I'm going to bed. Have fun. Be back for lessons tomorrow, nympho." Draco said before he got up and walked to the stairs leading down to the dorms. He stripped, looking down at his muscular body as he did so. He was well proportioned everywhere – especially in the only place it truly mattered. He put on some pyjama pants, got into his bed and drew the emerald curtains shut. Draco fell asleep almost immediately, dreaming of a curly haired Gryffindor.
When Draco woke up, he hurried to get dressed. He jogged all the way to the Owlery to give Willafus the note for Hermione, reminding him to fly in with the other delivery owls. He took a gentle stroll back however, trying to steady his churning stomach. There was no going back, he'd sent the note. Hermione was either going to meet him tonight or not. He threw himself down opposite Blaise when he finally got into the Great Hall, anxiously awaiting the post owls.
Draco looked over to the Gryffindor table. Willafus had just delivered Draco's note to Hermione. She looked down at the envelope and stuffed in her bag, reaching across Blaise's fuck-buddy for some bacon. She caught his eye, and he shook his head slightly. He turned back to Blaise, who was giving him a knowing smile.
"It's about fucking time, my friend." Blaise said, pouring himself some pumpkin juice. "Now you just have to get through tonight."
"Thanks Blaise, just when I thought that I couldn't be any more nervous about tonight." Draco said, watching Hermione as she walked out of the Great Hall, arms linked with one Ginevra Weasley.
She's fucking beautiful, Draco thought to himself as Hermione strode away.