Author's Note: Hey Everyone! This is my first ever fanfic, so please feel free to comment on things you like and didn't like throughout the chapters.

This is a Dramione story. I have always loved the thought of Hermione and Draco being together, and I would love to share my story with all of you! Please enjoy.

All because of a Broom Closet

Hermione's POV

I tossed and turned in my bed all night. For some reason I couldn't get to sleep. Usually I would be worn out after a long day of studying and school, but I could not rest tonight. I looked at my bedside clock, it read 1:34. I sighed knowing at I would not be able to sleep.

No totally conscious of what I was doing, I got out of bed and quietly opened the door that led out of my dorm. I walked down the spiral staircase and into the Gryffindor common room and, quietly as I could, walk out into the hallway. I had no idea what I was doing, roaming the halls at night, I just knew I needed to get out of there. If a teacher saw me I would just pretend to be sleep walking.

I walked by the deserted class rooms slowly, not caring if I got lost. Not caring if a teacher found me, and certainly not caring where I was going.

But as I rounded the corner I bumped into something much worse than a teacher.

"Malfoy?" I asked in shock as I looked in his liquid grey eyes. I never hated Draco. That was Ron and Harry. I knew behind all of his hatred was someone truly hurting, just longing for someone to love. I knew on the outside he was brave, but on the inside he was a poor puppy that had been kicked around too many times.

Sure, he made me madder than ever and I had punched him before. But secretly, I thought he was the cutest thing I had ever seen.

He didn't say anything as he walked past me, a frown plastered on his beautiful face. And that was when I realized his eyes were red from crying.

Draco Malfoy... crying?

I sped after him down the deserted hallway until I caught up to him.

"Draco wha-" I started, but I was cut off by him pushing me into a dimly lit broom closet and clamping a cold hand over my mouth. I was pushed up against a wall with him only inches away from me. I hadn't realized he was so much taller than me. I heard him breathe heavily.

I heard footsteps come near the door, stop and then kept moving. Well after the footsteps were gone he let his hand go from my mouth.

"Filch," he said plainly, looking down as he walked away from me. "What did you want Granger?"

"Uhh" I said, still stunned from that strange encounter. "I was just wondering if you were okay."

"Well, I'm not," he said harshly looking at me with his fierce eyes. His hair was in disarray and he had dark circles under his eyes, but I had never seen anyone as breathtakingly handsome. "Will there be any further questions?"

I didn't so much as blink and then tried to open the door to no avail. I frowned.

"Do you have your wand?" I asked.

He stared at me for a moment and shook his head.

"Then I guess I'll just have to scream or something for somebody to get us out," I said, shrugging. I would get into trouble but that was better than being trapped in a stuffy closet with someone who hated you.

"No!" he said abruptly. "If I get in trouble again I'll get expelled for sure."

I sighed. "Then what are we supposed to do then?"

"Stay in here all night."

"So how are we supposed to get out in the morning?"

"Look, Slytherin is practicing Quidditch tomorrow morning and this is where they store their brooms, they'll get us out."

"And what makes you think I won't scream to get you expelled? Or what makes you think I want to spend all night in a closet with you?"

He gave me the saddest look I've ever seen anyone give me, and I gasped. "Go ahead, I don't care," he said weakly. I swallowed the lump in my throat and stepped towards him. He looked down and stepped back. I stepped forward again, he stepped back. We did this until he was backed against the wall. We were as close as we were when he had first pushed me towards the wall. He would refuse to look me in the eyes.

"Draco," I whispered, his eyes met mine. "What's wrong," I whispered even softer than I had whispered his name.

I watched his throat flex as he swallowed hard and this time he looked up instead of down.

"You," he whispered.

Wait... what? "Pardon?"

"You're my problem Hermione," he said flatly. I flinched when he said my name. He never called me Hermione. Usually it was 'Granger' or 'Filthy Mudblood'. "I can't stop thinking about you," he swallowed again.

I felt my stomach do a flip. Couldn't stop thinking about me?

"I don't know what's gotten into me. I keep denying but..." his voice trailed off and he inched even closer so our bodies were touching. He looked at me a softly stroked my jaw line, which sent shivers up my spine. "I'm in love with you," he said so softly I could barely hear it.

My heart didn't just stop, my whole world did. It seemed as if the whole world was just on pause and it was just me and Draco standing there. I forgot about everything that moment. Forgot about breathing, about Harry or Ron, about the world. And it was the best feeling I've ever felt.

I felt his hands wrap around my small waist and push me even closer to him. I stood on my tiptoes and put my lips to his as softly as I could, so they were barely touching. The second our lips met there was fiery explosion and I suddenly felt like there wasn't anything in the world that could separate us. Voldemort could come into this closet and nothing would keep me from leaving Draco's lips. His lips were warm and soft, like kissing a cloud. I wrapped my arms around his neck, and his strong arms lifted me up slightly off the ground. I suddenly kissed with more fierce and passion, smashing my lips against his.

Who would have thought that I would be kissing Draco Malfoy? Snogging in a closet, at the dead of night with... Draco Malfoy?

My lips tuned cold and I pushed away.

"After all of those years.."I spat. "All of those years of torture and humiliation, you just expect me to forgive you and snog in a dark closet?"

He opened his mouth to say something, but I cut him off. "You know what, you're SICK, you're just using me. You don't care about me. Now, if you don't mind, it's probably near three in the morning so I am going to bed," I didn't look at his face because I knew it would hurt too much.

I rested my head on my hands once I was on the stone-cold floor and I faced away from him. I thought about how nice it would feel to lay in his arms, but I quickly shot that image out of my brain.

"Hermione I-" he started, but he just stopped talking and I heard him sit on the ground.

For the rest of the night I tried not to think of that kiss, but it didn't work.