Hermione Granger + Draco Malfoy (Dramione Desires)

Nightmare.

She felt it moving around in her head again, she cried out in her sleep. As the flashbacks pulled themselves around Hermione's mind, she turned twice in her sleep. The blond boy who was unable to sleep looked over; Draco Malfoy's eyes were actually concerned. Hermione groaned out, tears already spilling down her cheeks.

Flashback;

The class had finally ended at Hogwarts, in Potions. Ron, Harry and Hermione had all completed their essays; they just needed to hand them in. Harry was busy checking over his essay, as was Ron. Both blue and green eyes disagreed with the work, while Hermione doodled idily in her notepad.A fifth year came through the door, handed a piece of parchment with a note scribbled on it, and walked away. Hermione sighed, looking to her two best friends.

'Herms, I'm sorry. Ron and I have to go, apparently there's a surprise down the Boat House for us.' He explained, his green eyes concerned behind his raven black hair.

'It's all right Harry, Ron. If you give me the essays; I'll give them to Snape.' She smiled to them, her caramel eyes shining as they nodded. She loved helping them out, and this also meant that Hermione could her alone time in the library. She scooped all of her books into her satchel, and left it on the desk so she could pick it up on her way out.

After scooping up Harry's, Ron's, and her own essay, she walked gracefully towards the front desk of the classroom. Draco Malfoy walked from his seat closest to the front desk, and glared up and down Hermione. She raised an eyebrow, her hazel eyes narrowing as she watched his eyes trail her waist, her curved legs, the way she held the twenty nine pages of essays in her hands -Ron hadn't done the extra page Harry and Hermione had-.

'Problem, Malfoy?' She sneered, her eyebrow still raised with her eyes still narrowed. He noticed she was looking at him too, and a little pink went to his cheeks. *Was he blushing...? No. That's preposterous.* She thought to herself.

'Only problem here is you, Mudblood.' He seethed; she nearly snapped her temper in two. Hermione placed the papers gently so Snape's desk, turning around on Malfoy with an iron glare.

'Malfoy I swear, call me that name one more time and I'll-' A cold voice interrupted her lecture, dark black eyes wandered over her curly mane of hair, her everything.

'Do nothing, Miss Granger.' Snape's ice cold voice snarled at her, she clenched her tiny and delicate hands to her sides.

'I was merely threatening him to keep him fro-'His voice interrupted her again.

'To keep him from threatening you? So you thought he wouldn't barge in on your little daydreams of school and call you the name Professor Dumbledore despises? Well, Miss Granger, for threatening to do whatever you thought of to Malfoy, you deserve detention.' Hermione turned her head a fraction. Never, in all of her school years had Snape given her a detention. The lower grades than she deserved, yes. But not detention.

'But Professor-' She tried, glaring over to him.

'No buts Granger, you're on detention. Here, tonight at Nine O' Clock. After your study session with Mr. Potter, Mr. Longbottom and Mr. Weasley.'

'Professor-' She tried again, speaking through her clenched teeth. No matter how many times she tried, he wouldn't let her speak.

'Fine then, Sir. I shall see you tonight at Nine O' Clock. Ferret I shall hope you never cross my boundaries again.' And with that, Hermione stormed from the Potions class, towards the Library.

*That little Ferret, if he even tried to talk to me again, I swear. I will put a spell on him that only I could undo.* She thought, slumping down to the table and chair that Professor Snape had set out for her Detention. It was an empty class, the table she was sitting on, and the table at the front were the only two tables there. The windows were high, letting in some moonlight along with shadows of the spider webs which hung around the archive. Hermione hadn't brought her satchel, only her wand -Which was hidden in her skirt-. Professor Snape walked in the next second, Hermione straightened her back, her hands delicately folded onto her lap. Her feet were tucked tidily to the side underneath the chair, she kept her head high.