**COMPLETE!!** Beautiful Banner by Naya_xox! Love it so so so much!!! Hermione has a summer part-time job at Diagon Alley as a cash-out chick before she goes back to Hogwarts for her 7th year. Draco and her encounter in the store. He finds her predicament a good opportunity to annoy her more. But what if his tricks go too far? A simple part-time job turns into one of the most defining moments in both Hermione and Draco's lives.

Hermione and Ginny plan to go to a nightclub but go to a clothing shop in Diagon Alley to get something to wear first. Draco and his father enter. Sparks fly...

Banner by Naya_xox. Love it so very much! What if he did like her? What would she do? ‘Don’t be a bloody idiot Hermione. Get a hold of yourself! Draco Malfoy, like you! Yeah, when I’m the last person on earth...if that.’ she thought angrily to herself. Why had she been thinking stupid things lately? It was not like her.

'Her cute freckles on her cheeks, her chocolate brown eyes, so trusting and yet daunting all the same. He could smell her fruit scented hair, his senses becoming hazy. Her rather well developed body and how her uniform suited her so well. She was beautiful, not even an enemy could deny that.' Has Draco developed feelings for Hermione? Dan and Hermione go on their first date. Hermione fins out the truth...

She felt herself getting closer to him and not in just a physical sense. She was beginning to understand why he acted like he had all those years. She was understanding the enemy. The saying was ‘Keep your friends close and your enemies closer’ But she was sure it did not mean physically closer. Apparently this did not apply to Draco Malfoy...

‘Someone’s looking at me.’ the thought suddenly struck her. She could feel it and it was disturbing her. She looked around, slowly driving the trolley as she did so. Her heart was racing. What if it was him? What if he was going to pull another stunt to get her?

Without any warning she felt lips pressed against her own. She was surprised by their warmth but did not think on this long when she realised that she recognised the kiss. Being only kissed by two people in her life, Krum and Malfoy, logic brought her to the conclusion that it was Malfoy who was her attacker.

She watched him with fear as he held out his wand, his eyes giving off the impression that they were shooting sparks. He aimed his wand at her but at the very last moment as he yelled his spell, he directed the wand off to the fridges next to her. The glass doors shattered into a million pieces, the sound ear splitting. The customers left, ran out of the store screaming...

“So let me get this straight. You, Hermione Granger of Gryffindor, want to be with me, Draco Malfoy of Slytherin?” he emphasised their names and especially the Gryffindor and Slytherin part. He still could hardly believe his ears. She was flushed by his putting the situation so simply. She nodded though.

Immediately she was stunned. She could not breathe. She could not move. Inside the room there were thousands of candles and roses. In the middle was a table set for two and what looked like a meal. Soft music played harmoniously from an unknown source. The floor was covered in rose petals. And standing right in the middle was none other than Draco Malfoy.

Ginny shrugged, “Well I don’t trust you Malfoy. I know everything that has happened between you. I know about your dinner and what Hermione said. I’ve been friends with Hermione for so long I know her back to front. She wants you there right now Malfoy.” Ginny made her last plea. If he refused to come then she would stop. But she was determined to bury the hatchet between those two.

“We can’t get you out of this Draco. I’ve never heard of a spell that protects you from the dark mark.” Hermione sniffed. Draco would become a death eater and there was nothing she, he or anybody could do about it.

Hermione wanted to laugh at the irony of the situation unfolding. She, of all people, was depressed because she had not seen Draco Malfoy for two days! Bloody hell, only this time last year she would have been glad never to see the pompous git again. Now she missed him? No she did not miss him. She craved for him. She longed for him.

"No. Would you just open it for Merlin’s sake?” he handed her one of the boxes. It had a little white bow on it. She undid it and opened the box. It was a ring. She looked up at him and back down at the ring, her mouth hanging open. It was beautiful in a medieval way. The band was of metal and it had a stone of green emerald, which was held, in place upon the band with thick metal.

Her lungs tightened and she could barely breathe. He had told her that if she was ever in danger he could be by her side instantly. Hopes that he still loved her were slowly fading. He honestly believed that she had willingly betrayed him. He did not care that she was in danger. He hated her.

She would go on for the rest of her life wondering if their forbidden relationship would have lasted, if he had loved her as much as he had him and worst of all, how many more wonderful moments they could have shared had he lived.