It was only a matter of time when Draco Malfoy wouldn't be able to keep it in. People were getting suspicious around him for sneaking glances at her, and he knew it clearly. He had tried his hardest to grab help from his closest friends, but he was too scared to see what they would say about it. After all, he was a wealthy pureblood, and she was a filthy muggleborn that stuck her nose in every book she had her hands on. Yes, he had a huge crush on none other than Hermione Granger, know-it-all extraordinare.

He had adapted this crush right after the war ended, but she was with someone else at the time. Draco felt as if he was being dumped on the side of the street, and he hadn't left his room when he was brought back to Malfoy Manor for skipping his classes and not doing his work. Soon enough, he was told to be brought back, and he started to come back to his senses.

He needed real help from someone that was going through he same thing he was, and he needed it fast. He had indeed tried the first time to up to her and ask her a question for their DADA class project, but she had gave him a hard slap. And no, it wasn't physical. The pain that coursed through him brought him back to the moment he was pretty much banished from the library.

He knew that everyday she sat in the library, alone with no one surrounding her. She sighed in contentment, while Draco sat behind the aisle she was on. He could hear the faint sound of the pages being lifted, and her chuckle every once in a while. He just didn't know how to handle that very well. He groaned inwardly, and set his hands into his pockets, shuffling his left foot silently. Then he knew thta she had heard him. How? Well for one thing, she stopped turning the pages, and he heard the small creaks of the chair she was occupying screech across the floor. He knew this was his cue to run, but his feet didn't budge. She came around the corner, and her face changed to something of confused and angry.

"What are you doing here?" she snapped.

He simply looked at her, and smirked.

"What does it look like Granger? I am looking for a book to read."

She gave him a small look of amusement, and he turned to see that he was in the study session of the library. That instantly gave him an idea.

"Hey Granger, I've been looking all over the place to see this one answer for my Defense Against the Dark Arts essay, and I have simply been searching roughly over half an hour. Do you mind helping me?" he asked.

It wasn't that big of a lie though, He kinda had three essays to turn in, and one of them was still his DADA one. He still didn't have the chance to start on it, so why not get some help from Hermione?

She gave him a doubtful look, but she looked in the session anyway, rubbing her index finger on the rim of the books. Finally, she stopped, and pulled one out. She handed it to him, and completely walked back to her chair, reading once again. He slammed the book against the cold hard surface of the table, and she looked up, startled. "Do you expect me to figure this out myself? I just told you that I was searching for over half an hour!" he yelled. Of course, he heard Madam Pince shush him, and he did as told. "And you said that you were searching for a book might I add. So why do you really need MORE help than you already have? You're quite brilliant...figure it out yourself." she snapped, turning back to her book. Then he did something to one of the bookshelves, which made it wiggle a little bit. Madam Pince squealed his name, and he ran out, not wanting to come in terms with the librarian again.

But that was the library. He also saw her places like the Great Hall and most especially the fifth floor for her patrols during the night. She was Head Girl, as he was just some slimsy prefect doing daily routines during the day. His life sucked really, and he knew only one person that he had trusted with his life.

His godfather.

Severus Snape.

He silently walked to his beloved godfather's and potions master's dungeon corridor, and he opened it slightly. Snape looked from his papers he was assumingly grading, and he waved his hand in for Draco to walk in. As he did, Snape's silent voice echoed through the room. "Sit." He did as so, and Snape smirked lightly. "I know why you're here." Snape drawled, putting down his quill, and sliding his papers to the side. Draco cleared his throat, and he started his story with his dilemma.

"Ever since the war ended, I have had this immense crush on Gra-Hermione. She doesn't get out of my head, and every time I even look at her with that dolt Weasel, I get these pains in my chest," (A/N: I immediately thought of the AVPM part when Ron was eating the giant hershey's bar... XD) "And it hurts. I don't know what to do, and I could only think of one reasonable person who has gone through the same thing I am right now. And I came up with you." he paused, and then changed the subject only for reasons clearly stating why he had chosen him. "Sir, I heard of you and Lily Evans. You had a crush on her, right? Well wasn't she a muggleborn like Hermione is?" Snape nodded, and Draco continued. "Well that is why I picked you. You were undeniably in love with a muggleborn, but our differences in the world kept us from having them. And this is the one chance I want to be with her. Hell, even if she denied of herself fancying me back, I wouldn't go on to another girl. It would be wrong. I have fallen desperately for her, and I need your help." he took a deep breath, hoping that he would be agreeable with this situation. Snape's smirk turned to a small smile and he said, "Alright, here's what you will need to do..."