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Dramione- Law of Attraction part 2

You don't have to read these in order but its def better that way. Also ily. This is NOT my story all credit goes to @Lucidlucy and @Xeline on AO3..

It was a lovely day for everyone but Hermione. The sun had made an appearance, gracing the student body with a respite from being cooped up inside going crazy, but a giant black cloud hung over Hermione's head, haunting her every step and souring her mood.

She looked out the window in the library and tugged at her tie in annoyance. It was stifling in the stacks, but it was also the safest place in the castle. Her eyes searched for a bright pinprick of blond in the crowd, absolutely sure that she'd be able to see it even at this distance—she could recognize one particular shade of platinum just about anywhere—then promptly yanked herself away from the windowsill, feeling like a maniacal stalker.

It was out of self preservation, though, in the way prey needs to know where the carnivores are at all times so as to stay a safe distance away. It was also justified.

She couldn't shake him. She saw him everywhere, in classes, in the halls, at all meals. Oh, he did a fine job of ignoring her, but she kept feeling like she was being watched, a watchful pair of eyes glued to her back permanently. She could wager anything they were gray eyes.

Or maybe it was wishful thinking.

Hermione sighed and started shoving her notes and books into her satchel with more force than necessary. She may not have seen him outside, but she was sure he was out there, enjoying the sun, possibly with Pansy draped across his lap, tucking flowers into her hair—

Her quill broke. The third time this week.

Hermione held in a stifled scream then took a deep breath.

If he was outside, she was safe. If he was outside, she could leave the hot, dusty library and finally make it to her room, draw up the curtains, take a deep breath and sneak her hand into her—

No, Hermione. Get a bloody grip.

She shook her head and stared at the broken quill rather sadly. It was one of her favorite quills. She tossed it into the bottom of her satchel, then took off her tie and did the same. It was too bloody warm. She swung her bag over her shoulder, collected her other books and then walked briskly out the library. Not even Madam Pince had stuck around, refusing to miss the lovely weather thanks to Hermione of all people, having left her behind with I'm sure you'll take good care of them—really, dear, should you ever consider a job as a librarian, please come to see me first. I cannot think of anyone more capable, other than myself, of course. Close the doors on your way out, will you?

Capable hands, indeed. The only thing Hermione was capable of right now was perhaps having a hormonal breakdown. She closed the doors nonetheless.

The halls were blissfully deserted. She hitched up her books a bit higher and turned the opposite direction of Gryffindor tower and towards the Great Hall, hellbent on ignoring the urge to go finger herself unconscious and deciding that a bite to eat was a better idea. She needed to stop fantasizing about a particularly snooty little ferret once and for all and move on with her life.

Not fifty steps from the library, Hermione choked on a shout as she was yanked by the elbow into an empty classroom, a heavy hand pressed to her mouth. She nearly dropped her books in a desperate grab for her wand, panic rising for a nanosecond until she saw who had grabbed her.

Her panic mounted for entirely different reasons.

"Shh!" Malfoy's face was inches from hers, his brow creased and eyes slightly wild as he looked through the classroom door before promptly closing it. His hold on her wrist was made of iron. "Merlin's beard," he cursed, more to himself than her.