A/N: My first Draco/Hermione fic. It starts after the Yule Ball and I've yet to decide how far to take it. Please Read and Review

I feel like my eyes have been transfigured

something deep inside has changed

they've been open wide, but hold that trigger

this could mean. Danger

"Next time there is a ball, pluck up the courage to ask me before somebody else does and not as a last resort."

"Well, that's completely off the point. Isn't it Harry?"

"Where have you been? Never mind, off to bed both of you."

"They get scary when they get older."

"Ron, you've spoiled everything!" Hermione screamed after the boys. She then sat down and buried her hands in her face.

"Beautiful girls should not waste their time crying on staircases," a voice from behind her said. Hermione turned around only to glare at the voice's owner.

"Oh go away Malfoy, My night has been bad enough without you insulting me."

"Does your hair block your ears Granger? I believe I paid you a compliment." Draco Malfoy drawled. Hermione stood up and began to storm up the staircase. "Granger! Where are you going? Come back here." He began to run after her. When he caught her, he pulled her behind a tapestry. "So what happened? Boyfriend broke up with you? Or was it Weasel? Could it have been Potty?"

"Oh leave me alone Malfoy." She started to leave but Draco caught her arm and pulled her back. "Let me go!" Hermione reached for her wand but Draco was quicker. Her wand flew out of her hand and into Draco's. "Come now, give that back." Hermione started toward him.

"Impedimenta. No, no, no, first tell me what is wrong with you." Draco tucked both wands into the pocket of his dress robe.

"Why in hell do you care? You've always thought of me as a waste of space and now you expect me to believe that suddenly my emotions matter to you? Just give me my wand and shove off."

"Does it even occur to you that if I didn't care, I wouldn't be wasting my time here? Now tell me what bloody idiot made you cry."

"It was Ron, technically. He confronted me about Victor and we got in a fight. Happy now, let me go."

"Alright. Here's your wand." Draco muttered an unfreezing charm. "Granger, you cannot go back to your dorm tonight, wasn't one of your roommates Weasel's date?"

"That is none of your concern. And it was her sister anyway."

"You still shouldn't go back there. You deserve a room to yourself tonight."

"And where am I going to get that?"

"I know a place." Draco began to go the passage he had earlier pulled Hermione into. When she hesitated to follow he laughed and said, "Come now, its after hours anyway, you can't just walk out of here, you'll get caught."

"Fine." Hermione followed him crossly. They finally emerged across from an empty brick wall. "Where are we?" Draco walked toward the wall and began pacing.

"The seventh floor. I believe the Gryffindor dorms are just around the left corner. I for one was thinking that you could stay somewhere else." Hermione looked at him. A door had appeared on the wall.

"What on Earth, that wasn't there before, how did you do that?" Hermione walked forward, her curiosity had taken over.

"This is the Room of Requirement. It will give you anything and everything you need. All you have to do is pace back and forth three times and think specifically about what you require. Are you hungry?" They were now in the room with a couch and a flat screen muggle tv. Hermione scowled, the room was decorated in green and silver with a black couch and a muggle flat screen tv.

"A little," she answered. Draco led her into a kitchen. Her expression softened. This room was more smartly decorated. The walls were painted a deep scarlet and the table was a dark wood with golden rims. She glanced at Draco; his expression had changed from the full grin in the first room to a half scowl but lightened when he caught her looking.

"Alright. Squeaky." Draco snapped his fingers and a house-elf appeared. "Come sit here. That is the one flaw; the room can't produce food. I think it's because of The Principal Exceptions to Gamp's Law Elemental Transfiguration. That's…"

"The law of wizarding physics which states magic has the power to create or destroy matter. The principal exceptions to the law are food, money, cures to dark magic, bringing humans back from the dead, and love. I know." A plate was set down in front of her. "Thank you."

The house-elf almost tripped over herself as she bowed. "Of course miss, I live to serve Master Malfoy and his friends. No thanks needed." She squeaked. "I should kiss the feet of one so nice to Squeaky."

"No, Squeaky, please…"

"Squeaky, that will be all. Be gone." With a crack, Squeaky dispparated. Draco sat down across from Hermione. "Go on, tuck in." Hermione just sat and stared at him. "What is the matter now?"

"How can you stand that? It's positively retched. To have the poor creature wait on you and be treated so poorly that she wished to kiss my feet when I say thank you! It just isn't right. How am I supposed to campaign for SPEW during the day and allow an elf to wait on me at night?"

"What is SPEW?"

"The Society for the Protection of Elfish Welfare."

"Hermione, she's a house-elf. It's her job to wait on me and I dare say she enjoys it. Now, are you going to let all of her hard work go to waste or are you going to eat your lasagna?" Hermione frowned but began to eat nevertheless. "Perhaps having her bring us our food wasn't wise. I forgot that you're…" He trailed off and looked down.

"That I'm what? You can say it. You've never stopped yourself before."

"I was simply going to say that you're muggle-born and haven't grown up with a house-elf. Be kind to me Hermione, I find it best to try to fit in with my peers and old habits certainly do die hard."

"Well, it probably was stupid to bring her here anyway. When your parents question were she has been, she will certainly tell them everything."

"Don't worry about that, she is my house-elf, a gift at the end of last year. She stays here and has orders to tell nobody of my business. Including my mother and father." Draco had finished his plate and waved it gone with his wand. "Are you finished?" Hermione nodded and he did the same to hers. "There is a muggle tele in here, would you like to watch it or simply go to bed?"

"I don't know. I'm not very tired any more. What are you watching?"

"Friends. It's an American show."

"I know, I think I will." They moved into a room with a wide-screen television and a couch. Before sitting down, Hermione hesitated. She was still in her dress. "I don't think this will work. I have no other clothes."

"Go into that room. There should be a dresser full of clothing." Hermione went into the other room, picked out a shirt and a pair of sweats. She went into the bathroom to change. When she came out, Draco was sitting on the couch and he had changed out of his dress-robes. "Come on, the show is starting." Although she began by sitting as far away as possible from him, halfway through the show, Hermione's head was resting on Draco's shoulder. When it had finished, she turned her face up to him. He lifted her chin and leaned in. Their lips met for a brief second then he pulled away. Hermione yawned. "Perhaps it is time for bed. You can have the bed in the other room. I'll sleep on the couch."

"Are you sure? I can sleep on the couch."

"No, I brought you here so you could have a private bed. Goodnight Hermione." She leaned in and pecked his lips.

"Goodnight Draco."

Hermione looked around the room she had entered. It was smartly decorated. The carpet was golden and the walls had a crimson paint. In the middle of the room was a large canopy bed that was donned with a crimson comforter and golden drapes. Hermione laughed. No wonder Draco didn't want this room, Hermione thought. She flopped onto the bed. Fuck. What the hell am I doing. I should have walked away as soon as he unfroze me or at the very least when I found out I was around the corner from the common room I should have left. But he was so sweet tonight. Damn it! Get a hold of yourself. He's a Slytherin and his father is a Death Eater. I know. What am I going to do? I'll talk to him tomorrow. I can explain that I feel nothing for him. But I do. I think. Doesn't matter. He'll never feel that way. He's a Slytherin.

Draco waited for her to leave the room and he transformed the couch into a bed. What am I doing? I should have just left her on the stairs. She's a fucking muggleborn. What will my parents think? They'll kill me and bring me back to clean up the mess. I don't care. She's never going to return my feelings, the only reason she didn't hex me to death is because I had her wand. She didn't hex me when I gave it back. She thinks I'm a pig-headed git. Well I haven't done much to prove her wrong. Maybe I could just show her. Like she would ever give me a chance. She came here tonight.

Draco woke up at eight the next morning. "Squeaky." With a crack, the house-elf appeared.

"How may I serve Master Malfoy?" Squeaky asked after bowing so low that her nose touched the ground.

"Squeaky, I want you to bring the ingredients for a breakfast of pancakes, bacon, and eggs up here in addition to whatever it takes to make coffee and a recipe book."

"Master, Squeaky can cook for Master and Master's friend. It is Squeaky's pleasure."

"No, Squeaky, I must do this by myself. Just get the ingredients." With a crack Squeaky disappeared. Just a few minutes later she reappeared with everything that Draco had asked for. She lingered for a few seconds as Draco set the ingredients on the table. "Squeaky, replace the bed in the other room with a couch and return to the Hogwarts kitchen."

With a low bow, Squeaky went into the other room and after a second, she disappeared with a crack. Draco signed and went to work making breakfast for the first time in his life. When Hermione entered the kitchen, she found the place in total disarray. The bacon was burning and the pancake mix was overflowing. "What is going on?" Hermione asked. "What are you doing?"

"I was trying to make breakfast but as you can see it isn't working very well," replied Draco.

Hermione laughed. "And why are you cooking breakfast?"

"I knew that you didn't like Squeaky waiting on us so I thought I would make breakfast."

"I'm sure that Squeaky is glad for the break. That is very thoughtful." Draco rolled his eyes but didn't argue about Squeaky. He tried to clean some of the overflowing batter. "Let me." Hermione flicked her wand and the batter disappeared. She flicked her wand at the bacon and it flew to the trashcan. In another flick, new bacon appeared on the stove and began to cook itself. The eggs cracked themselves over a bowl and soon were scrambling.

"How did you possibly? Silent spells are newt level and they don't even teach cooking spells," Draco said, wowed by Hermione's flawless magic.

"I learned a lot from Mrs. Weasley this summer. I took summer classes on household magic." She moved half the pancakes onto a plate along with some bacon and eggs. "Here, take this to the table." She put the rest of the food on another plate and moved it to the table. She pointed the wand at the coffee pot and poured cups for her and Draco. When they had finished eating, she stood up. "I should go back to the dormitory."

"Wait." He stood and grabbed her wrist. "Don't go just yet." He placed a hand on her cheek and gently turned her head. He kissed her tenderly but she pulled away.

"Draco, what happened last night…"

"I meant what I said. I care about you. If you don't feel the same about me, I understand."

"But I do. Or at least I think I do but how can you like me? After everything you've ever said to me, how can I believe that you care about me at all? How can I…" Hermione was interrupted when Draco pulled her in for a passionate kiss.

"You just have to trust me. You should get back to your dormitory. You've been missing all night and everyone will be wondering what you and Krum were doing."

"Should I tell them where I really was?"

"No! It would put you in more danger than you can imagine. Didn't you see what happened at the Cup? And that was only because they were bored. Imagine what they would do if they found out about us."

"So you think Ron and Harry…"

"Oh, tell Potty and Weasel if you must, I was referring to people like Lavender Brown and Parvati Patil." Draco interpreted.

"Actually, I think it's best not to tell Ron and Harry. They would make so much noise, the entire castle would hear."

"And I want…" Draco stopped. He had a pained look on his face as though he couldn't bear to finish the sentence.

"What?"

"Hermione, I want you to continue to date Victor Krum." Draco's voice shook as he said it and when he finished, he had a look of disgust on his face.

"Why? I like you. I don't want to date anyone else."

"It's complicated. You need to get back to your dorm. Meet me in the passage we took to get here after lunch and I'll explain."

"Alright. It's a date." Hermione gave Draco one last peck on the cheek and left the room.

Falling in love, falling in love, falling in love.

I could be falling in love, falling in love, falling in love

with Hermione Granger.

This could be danger