Chapter 1

(Dramione. This chapter is roughly based on an encounter I had with a guy, too bad it wasn't Draco! ;) Title named after the John Mayer song. Reviews appreciated! Xo)

"Don't say a word, just come over and lie here with me,

'cause I'm just about to set fire to everything I see.

I want you so bad I'll go back on the things I believe,

There I just said it, I'm scared you'll forget about me."

It was almost midnight as Hermione snuck through the barely-lit corridors back to her dormitory. She'd been concentrating so hard on studying for her final exams (which weren't for a good couple of months) that she'd dozed off. Madame Pince had been roaming the library and found Hermione curled up in a corner before waking her up vigorously and gently pushing her out of the library doors, leaving Hermione slightly flustered and embarrassed.

As Hermione shuffled quietly up the stairs to the Gryffindor dorms, she passed by a small balcony overlooking the Black Lake, and there on the balcony stood a tall, dark figure. As she edged closer to the balcony to see who it was, the figure swiftly turned around to face her, and Hermione caught a glimpse of ragged, platinum blonde hair before instinctively hurrying off.

It was unmistakable who that figure was. Hermione knew it as soon as she'd seen the hair. And she knew that with that hair came the piercing grey eyes… The broad muscular shoulders… She tried hard to cast the thoughts away from her mind. Draco Malfoy, Slytherin prince. It had been a few months since their first and last encounter. That was when they'd been in their sixth year at Hogwarts, and now the summer had come and gone and here they were again. Bright, young seventh years. Hermione lustfully reminisced about that encounter with Draco as she walked through the portrait and past the Gryffindor common room to the girls' dormitory. The way he'd pinned her up against the cold, stone wall of the deserted corridor… the way he'd whispered things into her ears that made her knees buckle… his warm breath against her neck… his hands stroking up and down her thighs… She let her mind drift off as she changed into her scarlet, satin pyjamas and crawled into bed.

Later that night, Draco lay awake in the Slytherin dormitory, staring at the all too familiar ceiling, reminiscing just as Hermione had been. It was all he could think about over the summer break. Sitting alone in his bedchambers in Malfoy Manor, as his father ranting on about the increasing population of 'mudbloods' at Hogwarts and his mother's constant fussing over him. He'd remembered every detail from that night in Hogwarts; the way she looked at him when he backed her up against the wall… the way her rosy lips parted so willingly so he could explore her mouth… the goosebumps that rose on her bare skin as soon as he'd touched her… He'd had a taste, and he wanted… needed… more. Now that he was back at Hogwarts, he felt torn between getting what he desired, and obeying the ideas that his parents had drilled into him. 'I could get any girl at this damn school into bed with me...' he thought, splayed out on his four-poster, hands behind his head, his face illuminated by the moonlight coming from the window. 'I want her. And I'm going to have her. It's none of my parent's business anyway…' he reasoned, as he slowly fell asleep with thoughts of the girl that he so desperately lusted after.

Early next morning, Hermione awoke lightly covered in sweat. She'd shed her pyjama bottoms at some point during the night, and they now lay and the end of her bed. She didn't normally remember dreams the next day so vividly. 'Oh no..' she thought to herself as she sat up, eyes temporarily blinded from the harsh morning sunlight. She knew Malfoy was bad news. Everyone knew that. She convinced herself it was just a phase she was going through, that she'd soon be over it. Hermione slipped on her robes, took a quick glance in the hand mirror that sat on her bedside table, ran her fingers through her hair which fell in soft curls around her face, and trotted out of the dormitory to the Great Hall for breakfast.

Draco turned on his side as he heard the unrelenting chirping of birds announcing the morning. Sleepily, he rubbed his eyes and sat up in his bed. Beads of sweat dripped down his chest as his mind raced over thoughts of Hermione that refused to leave his head. 'Gosh, Granger... What are you doing to me...' he thought as he stepped out of bed and staggered towards the bathroom shared by the Slytherin boys, who had seemingly already left to go to breakfast. Splashing his face with icy cold water to wake him up, he knew that Granger was bad news. Surely the girl would drive him mad with her constant smart-ass chatter, and not to mention her stupid friends, Potter and Weasley. Draco took in a deep breath and sighed heavily. How long was he going to have to deal with his own undecided feelings. 'It's early in the year...' he thought, staring at himself in the bathroom mirror. 'Let's leave it to fate then, shall we, Malfoy?' If only his reflection could answer him back to reassure him that he was not losing his mind to a girl.