POV: Draco. Play the song...🖤🖤😏😈

I tossed and turned, the rest of the fucking night in my lonely king sized bed...

Scheming, dreaming, and tasting Hermione Granger... I was possessed in longing aches for her.

"Fuck it... I'm awake!"

I yawned looking at my magically lit black leather wrist watch, my mother bought me for Christmas last year.

"5:30 in the God damn morning... I don't even get up this early to have sex. Regardless and whatever... I'm finding out what this little vixenish hussy is up to..."

I turned on my shower and coffee maker, following with a quick breakfast sandwich, waving in unison with my wand using my talents of experience in the matter.

I entered my hot steamy shower, wishing she were here with me.

I ran my fingers through my long frosted hair that was now to the middle of my neck. Letting the water and shampoo contour into one frothy luxury mixture. I closed my eyes reminiscing about her lips, her tongue, and that luscious arse...

"Salazar's fucking snake..." I seethed, twisting the handle chromed bar to extremely cold water to cool off my growing appendage, thinking about that insufferating intoxicating Granger.

I stepped out of my shower, drying off. Trying to calm my phleb arse down, wrapping one of my blackened cloth towels around my waist. Next, waving my toothbrush with mintpaste plastered on it and shoved the brush inside my mouth. I walked into the inside of my closet, turning the light on with my mind, examining my wardrobe. And called in my mind, a dark pair of jeans and one of my favorite black long sleeved fitted shirts to flow through the air for me to dress when I was ready. Casual and comfortable. I was sick to death of suits...

I looked in my mirror finishing brushing my teeth and spit out the residual mess into my black porcelain sink. I whistled for my clothes with my towel dropping to the floor and boxers swept up my bare legs and the rest of my clothes covering my body.

I ran my fingers through my hair with a tiny amount of gel. And effortless shaggy look... Not using near as much magical hair product as I used to. Seeing as how my hair was longer now and I wanted a different image to might as well match this new me. I splashed my face with my favorite aftershave and sprayed my favorite cologne onto my power points...

I walked through my kitchen seeing my breakfast ready for me, when I noticed Blaise had crashed on my couch again.

"Bloody drunk freeloader, I swear..." I muttered laughing at his sorry arse. I sat at my small table eating my breakfast bacon sandwich and drinking coffee, concentrating through my Legilimency skills to find out where the hell and what the hell Granger was doing with her time during the day...

I entered her mind, hoping she would be up...

God Damn, she was up already.

And even more disappointingly torturing, she was already fucking dressed...

She looked irresistibly sexy in black dress pants and a tucked in harlequin purple dress shirt with a cursive bow tied on the front. Her hair was put up in a messy bun with strands laying effortlessly trickled down onto her heart shaped face. Looking at herself in the mirror.

She truly was beautiful. With or without clothes on...

I nosed around her mind more, lastly getting an answer.

Granger picked up her book 'Psychiatry Outpatient: As The Mind Turns.' Placing it inside a book bag and dissapparated out of her apartment, I didn't get that much of a look at.

She landed outside of a huge building almost reminiscent to an old mansion? Resting on a school campus of some sort?

I quickly looked up at the plaque on the building she was swaying into...

The Herchel Smith Building for Brain and Mind Sciences and Douglas House.

I panicked... where in the bloody hell is she going? Is she a nutter or what? I looked for more evidence and noticed the school's crest on the side of a wall through her thoughts.

The University Of Cambridge.

"Of course she'd be going to a muggle school..." I huffed aloud, rolling my eyes finishing my breakfast and popping a wintergreen Tooth-Splintering Strong magical mint from Honeydukes, into my mouth heading out the door through apparation to the Muggle University of Cambridge...

I landed right outside of the blasted building, reading and invading her mind again to find her whereabouts in this Muggle brain superstructure.

Room 212.

I took the elevator to her classroom to keep suspicious muggles at bay. I'd never been around so many in my life. I found it not to sting as much as I thought it would...

I finally fucking found her. I glanced through the window of the door and there she sat. Front and center, those luscious legs crossed, dangling her black heel on the end of her toe, holding a writing stick of some sort, and paying so close attention to her Professor, it was nauseating. She hadn't changed in her studious ways. However, her nighttime brigades were of fucking legends...

I leaned against the wall awaiting for her class to end.

Suddenly, the door opened alerting me her class was over. The students filing out one or two at time...

Then within the same anxious arrival, she made her way out of the door focusing on putting her books inside of her book bag, completely oblivious to me being in her same vicinity.

"Oh, Granger..." I hollered her name with swaggering ease over the crowd of unfortunate souls. Pushing my back off the concrete stoned wall, stuffing my hands in my jeans pockets descending my way towards her.

Granger wheeled around in horror, knowing my infamous voice. I fiendishly loved it, because she knew it was me... Coming to irritate the blasted hell out of her. Merlin's beard she turned me on.

We met half way in the middle of the hallway. Muggles walking around us completely unbeknown to magic living in this world. And us two being right in front of their ignorances...

"WHAT. IN. HOLY. NIFFLERS. ARE. YOU. DOING. HERE?!" She questioned me in an inquisitive rage through a whisper, just inches away from my body. I stared at her perfected pink lips pursed in anger while she awaited my reasons.

"Careful, Granger. You might out us here in your Muggle school, with talk of our world's magical creatures..." I answered her with a cunning smirk, glaring at her bright chocolate eyes.

She next grabbed my hand, feeling my veins coursing with excitement by her touch, pivoting around forcefully guiding me through the crowd of non magic personas to talk to me in a more private affair...

We made the corner as she ripped her hand out of my grip and started her inferiority complex on me again.

"Why are you doing this?! How did you find me?! Answer me Malfoy or I swear..."

I cut her off, realizing the witch was about to have an aneurysm if I didn't tell her immediately as to why I was here.

"In all honesty Granger, I wanted to ask you if you'd like to come over to my flat for dinner tonight. Seeing as how I completely humiliated you. I figured I needed to pay my respects for your forgiveness." I explained with devious intentions with a side of caring.

She stared at me as if I were a patient at the loony bin floor at St. Mungo's.

"You've got to be kidding me, Malfoy! What are you playing at?! I know you... you don't do anything just out of the kindness of your own iced heart." She bristled crossing her arms proud of herself.

I got into her face, now not having anymore of it. Ready to let her have my unmerciful Malfoy attitude.

"Granger, you may think you know me..." I paused walking her backwards without taking my heated gazes off of her beautiful cocoa colored eyes.

She bumped against the stone wall, reminiscent of our heated play just hours ago.

"However, love... you do not have a fucking clue." I boldly stated through my villainous dark voice. She never faltered standing her ground to me.

"How did you find me here?" She inquired with a clinched jaw.

"Legilimency."

"Why are you studying in a Muggle school? Didn't you go back to Hog..."

She covered my mouth with her hand, to shut me up, to keeping our world secret from onlookers. Slowly bringing it down, elevating our hated tensions to sexual tensions within seconds.

"I'll explain it later tonight. I will agree to have dinner with you because you owe me, Malfoy. And to get you to shut it... And dinner is all it is." She confirmed in her hasty decisions.

I lowered myself into her. Trapping her alongside the wall with my hands on either side of her shoulders. Whispering in her ear my address in London. Finishing with a sinister plot,

"We'll see about that..."

And pushed myself off the wall.

"7:00 O' Clock, Granger." I spoke facing my back to her smiling in my wicked schemes. Not giving her another chance to overthinking in refusing my dinner invitation. Dissaparating from her, eagerly wanting the day to hurry into tonight.

Oooooohh!!! Dinner time with Delicious Draco!!! Stay tuned!! 😍😍😏😏😈😈
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