Hey Guys! So this is my first story... go easy on me Dx! Anyway, thanks for reading! If you have any suggestions for the plot or thoughts about it please let me know :3
*Warning: This story might get cheesy... and sweet.

xo BlackHeartIce ~

Hermione woke up startled, looking around to check that everything was in place, that she was ok. It had been two weeks since she'd first started having nightmares night after night. She looked at her digital watch her parents had given her as a Christmas present. 3:54 A.M. She groaned, letting herself drop on the bed, thinking about what she should do. She knew she couldn't talk to Harry or Ron now… besides, who was the one who had been telling Harry to learn to control his thoughts while sleeping? Of course it had been her.

Being a prefect, she knew that wandering the corridors at night was strictly forbidden, but at this point she didn't care. She needed to leave the room. As quietly as she could, she grabbed a black cloak to cover her night robes, left the girl's tower and exited the Gryffindor common room.

One thing people didn't know much about Hermione was that she was fond of walking through the castle grounds. She liked gazing at the paintings, the stone walls, the classrooms… all of this made her smile on the inside and remember the first time she ever set foot on Hogwarts. How special and understood she felt. How she felt loved by her friends.

As she made her way towards the gardens through the classroom corridors, a shattering sound from the transfiguration classroom made her stop abruptly. Paranoid, she hid and reached for her wand, only to discover she had forgotten it at her bedside. She felt her blood turn cold and started shaking Oh no! What if someone saw me? I would lose my title as prefect! Or get detention!

She was about to go back to the common room when she heard a whisper coming from the same classroom and a flicker of light was seen. At this, Hermione frowned. If it were professor, they wouldn't be casting spells in the middle of the night, they would be patrolling. Curiosity got the best of her and she headed to the door.

As she peeked inside, she came across with a rather strange view. What on earth is Malfoy doing here at this hour? She thought as she leaned in to look better, but the door creaked, making Malfoy turn around. Hermione quickly stumbled and hid behind the outside wall.

"Who's there?" he said, "Show yourself! I swear if you don't, I'll get Snape."

Hermione cursed to herself and considered her options. She could not afford explaining Snape why she was up this early… this late? Ugh.

She stood in front of the door and lifted the hood of her cloak.

Malfoy stood facing her with his wand pointed straight at her head. As soon as he saw her, a smug smile appeared on his face. But Hermione could have sworn she saw his eyes flicker with surprise before that.

"Granger. What the hell are you doing here?" he said lowering his wand.

Hermione cringed at his crudeness, which make him smile bigger. She noticed this and took a defensive stand.

"I was walking. What are YOU doing here?" she said crossing her arms.

"Walking? Why would you be walking at this hour?"

"Why would you be torturing mice at this hour? Isn't it too early for you to be disgusting?" she replied, seeing that on the main desk there was a white mouse and several books.

Malfoy turned his back on her and stared at the mouse.

"I was practicing" he whispered, but Hermione heard him clearly.

"Practicing? Practicing for what exactly?"

"It's none of your business, Granger, so I suggest you leave."

Hermione was astonished. She had never, in all those years of knowing Malfoy, heard him use that tone towards her. He usually was mocking, or shunning, or rude, or… anything but this. This sounded like defeat and fatigue, like if he didn't WANT to mock her or be rude to her.

Puzzled, she took a step towards him.

"Maybe I could, you know… help in some way."

Malfoy spun around fast and searched her face. Hermione looked at his and saw fear, and anger… but something more. Something she couldn't quite figure out. But even if she tried, Malfoy was already up in her face.

"You think you have the brains for everything, don't you Granger? And even if you did, what could possibly make you believe that I would ask help from you?" he said angrily, stepping closer to her.

"I am offering you my help, but I guess your pitiful pride won't let you." She spat.

"What would you know about pride?! You don't have a family who expects you to be perfect in every. Single. Way!" He hissed. "A family whose greatest pride and expectation for success relies on you! You don't have to worry about being a prefect and FAILING most of your classes because you're so freaking perfect! He bellowed, making Hermione fall silent.

So that's what this is about she thought. Malfoy is failing…

She looked and saw him run a hand through his blonde hair in anger. His movements were not coordinated at all, meaning that perhaps he had been practicing for hours. His eyes were puffy and his shirt wrinkled, but his appearance still seemed stern.

Hermione shook her head. She could not believe she actually felt pity for him.

"The offer still stands. If you want a tutor, you know where to find me."

She heard Malfoy scoff, but she was already out of the classroom and on her way to the common room.

She kept thinking about what just happened and what she had gotten into. She definitely would have to talk to Ginny (her best friend) about it in the morning. Obviously Malfoy wouldn't want her to tutor him…

Or did he?

I don't know if I should continue the story... Should I?
Thanks a lot for reading! :3