A/N

Hello! Welcome to my story, I hope you enjoy it!

So basically, Hermione and Draco meet on the train in their first year and Draco has an immediate crush on Hermione. They secretly meet up every day in the library and they start to fall in love… Hermione, Ron and Harry are still all friends just like in the book, however Draco is less mean to Harry and Ron, who don't know about Hermione and Draco's friendship. Draco is not cruel, or cunning, although he pretends to be towards his fellow Slytherins, Theodore Nott is the only one that knows about Hermione and Draco, he is Draco's best friend.

This fanfic is set in the fourth book, during the second task when Hermione is Krum's treasure in the lake, Fleur doesn't fail her task though.

Draco's POV

I waited anxiously, leaning over the railings and peering into the still, black water.

It had been well over an hour, yet only Diggory and Delacour had returned with their treasures; Cho Chang and Gabrielle Delacour.

I didn't know who the other treasures where, but I had a hunch Hermione was one, as I couldn't see her anywhere.

My ticked on, telling me that the task had now been going on for an hour and twenty six minutes. I wouldn't normally care, but whenever Hermione is involved, I pay full attention.

Suddenly, Potter shot out the water, a sodden Weasly clinging onto his arm. They landed on a wooden platform at Mad Eye's feet and, after coughing up a ton of water, Potter spluttered,

"Hermione…"

My stomach dropped, she was in there, floating around with the mere-people (A/N, no idea how to spell it, hope you get the idea).

I pulled my robes tighter around me as a biting wind blew through the excited stands.

I noticed the Gryffindors watching the water nervously and tried not to mimic their worry, jeering half-heartedly with the rest of Slytherin. Theo glanced at me, sensing my fear, knowing how much I care about Hermione.

The clock chimed two, the task having started at 12. Everyone went quite as the lake rippled.

A half man-half shark burst out the water, a limp female body clutched between its jaws. I sighed with relief when I realised the female was Hermione, however, when I noticed patches of dark crimson staining her shirt, my heart started beating out my chest.

Hermione lay on the same platform Potter had landed on, surrounded by various teachers. The shark man morphed into Krum and I cursed, stupid, clueless seeker had cut Hermione with his dagger teeth.

Dumbledore's voice then began booming over the lake.

"There have been a few… complications with the task. As you may be aware, it has gone on a lot longer than we anticipated. This is due to our Durmstrang student, unfortunately losing his baring's in the lake. For this reason, Krum will be placed 4th. Mr Potter surfaced 3rd, he however would have been 1st ad he not attempted to wait to see all the treasures accounted for, so Diggory shall be placed 3rd, Potter 2nd and Delacour 1st. You may now return to Hogwarts, have a nice day."

And with that, everyone started slowly filling the boats and sailing back to the castle. Soon, Theo and I were the spectators left in our stand, he tugged at my sleeve,

"Come on Draco mate, I'm freezing." He moaned.

"Wait…" I murmured, not taking my eyes off Hermione's damp, limp form.

"She'll be alright mate. We'll make people suspicious if we stay here too long." Theo pulled at my robes again.

"You can go, I need to know she's alright." I muttered, stumbling over the seats, heading towards the champion stand.

Theo sighed and reluctantly walked in the other direction, muttering quietly to himself.

I had told Snape about my feelings towards Hermione when he started getting suspicious, making him promise not to tell anyone, I trust him.

He slipped through the crowd of teachers when he noticed me, a frown on his tired face.

"What's happened, is she okay?" I stammered, my scarf flapping in the wind.

"Well, Potter was going to pull her out the water before Krum came crashing in, carrying Granger away in his teeth. He then continued to swim in the complete wrong direction, whilst Granger bled in his jaws. After the hour was up, the spell allowing Granger the breath underwater began to wear off, Krum oblivious. He finally noticed when Granger thrashed in his jaw, causing her to be cut even deeper. He surfaced, allowing her to breath and realised he was miles away from the stands. He finally returned Granger to us, however she is in a bad way." He told it to me straight.

"How bad?"

"Very."

My body began to shake as tears welled in my eyes. I ait down and coveedr my face with my scarf.

Severus tentatively placed his hand on my shoulder as I let the unexpected tears flow.

"She has to be alright." I sobbed,

"Miss Granger is strong, she will be alright Draco."

"What if she's not?"

"Don't think that way,"

"It's this stupid tournament," I cried, "What's the point of it all? It only injures people, what's the point?"

"Honestly Draco, I don't know."

I sighed and composed myself,

"As it's only teachers, I'm gonna come and help. I'll make up some excuse, are you alright to back me up?"

Severus nodded.

We slowly walked over and Severus put on his teacher voice,

"Mr Malfoy has come to help us take the injured student to the infirmary."

McGonagall started,

"Oh no! I think we will be quite alright without him!" she squawked,

I was about to reply when Hermione stirred,

"Draco…" she coughed, half conscious.

Flustered, I try to draw attention to what Hermione mumbled. I sneer,

"I want to make a good impression on the prophet. Let my father know what I'm up to during my spare time, helping poor injured students. Even if she is a muggle born and doesn't deserve my help." McGonagall blinked when I said muggle born but frowned at the rest of my speech. I felt like throwing up after insulting Hermione so bad.

Hermione moaned again and I looked at her properly. Her usually beautiful wavy hair was damp and plastered to her face, school robes no-where to be seen. Her tie was no-where to be seen and her wet shirt hugged her developing curves. There were holes in her shirt and deep puncture wounds, flowing with blood. One of her shoes was missing and weeds were wrapped around her ankles.

Pomphrey was chanting a ton of healing spells but none of them were really working, she huffed in frustration.

"Let's take her back to the castle, I'll brew a potion that should stop the bleeding." Snape intervened, noticing the situation becoming direr as pools of blood started collecting around Hermione.

Skeeta skipped around, scribbling away with her green quill and giggling every now and then.

I wanted to hex her into next month but refrained from doing so as McGonagall continued giving me strange looks.

Suddenly, all the teachers apparated with a crack, and I was left alone in the stands, Skeeta still skipping around in circles.

The wind howled around the stands and my robes billowed behind me.

"That was very brave of you Draco," cooed Skeeta, caressing my cheek.

"I just want to prove myself to my father. It was nothing personal, I actually hate that muggleborn." I sneered, forcing my Slytherin Prince act.

Skeeta giggled and teetered in the direction of the remaining boats, reluctantly, I followed.