A/N: So... it's been a while. I haven't been in the country for a while though and internet access wasn't really an option. Now however, I do have some updates for you. If I have time, which I shoudl, I will upload another chapter of Christmas Mistake tomorrow. (Or tonight depending on my schedule) I'm sorry for the delay but please enjoy this one shot.

This is a Draco/Hermione oneshot fanfic (My first, be nice) I though it up randomly while listening to "Granger Danger" from A Very Potter Musical. Thanks to Starkid, you now have a one shot to read.

This is from Draco's POV so it will be different from how I normally write. This merely one of my impressions on how Draco thinks though so keep an open mind and ENJOY!

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Hermione gasped loudly as the light appeared in front of her. There stood Draco Malfoy, the light essueing from his wand casting dramatic shadows across his face.

"Draco!" She exclaimed breathlessly, holding her hand to her heart. "Draco, what are you doing here?"

Draco stalked closer to her, his movements sly and calculating not unlike that of a jungle cat.

"I came to see you, Hermione." He said, his slick, mature voice rasping slightly.

"M-me? Why? I'm nothing special." She stammered, backing away from him unitl her back bumped against the corridor wall. She gulped nervously.

"Hermione, Hermione, Hermione… When will you learn to see yourself truthfully?" Draco chuckled darkly.

"I'm sure I don't know what you mean, Draco," Hermione replied nervously for he was now little more than a foot away from her.

"Oh come now, you must know how I feel about you, Hermione." He took one more step towards her, stopping right in front of her. His lean, thin, muscular body leaned in close to her close to her. He supported himself with one hand propped up against the wall , inches from Hermione's right shoulder.

"Draco, you hate me," she said, astonished at the prospective meaning behind Draco's words. Then she straightened up, "If you're planning on killing me, know that you'll pay for it."

Draco threw his head back in a hushed laughter. Still chuckling, he looked back to her, leaning in so close his mouth was inches from her ear. He brought his free hand up to brush her hair from her face, trailing it down to a rest just against her hip. Hermione shivered lightly at the contact, a shallow breath escaping her lips.

"You don't really believe I'd do something as horrid as killing you, now do you?" She shook her head faintly in reply. "Good. And you don't really think I hate you do you?" Draco asked, pulling his head away from her. Hermione stared at him. Slowly, she nodded.

Draco tsked at her playfully and, removing his hand from her side, he cupped her jaw. Mving slowly, came closer until their noese were nearly touching. "Well that simply will not do." With this Draco firmly pressed his lips against hers-

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Draco shot up from his bed at the sound of a nearby student's loud snore. A thin sheen of sweat covered his forehead. He looked around him, wondering where Hermione had got to and why he was…

As he took in the four poster bed with emerald sheets and silver hangings that he was currently laying in, reality hit him and he sank back into his pillow.

"Bloody hell…"

Yeah, it would have had to be a dream.

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A/N 2: So, there it is. I know it's corny but like I said, it's one of my ideas of how Draco would see life... or dreams. Please review and tell me what you think about the piece. Thanks!