Authors note: OK… So, this fic is gonna be a little different. It is a Drarry, so if you don't like don't read. It's an idea that I've had for a while now. I'm not sure how it's gonna work, but I'm going to give it a try. Wish me luck and I hope you like it. Also, reviews are always great. ^-^

Disclaimer: I don't own anything. There might be some OC's later, but idk yet.

WARNING!: There is a huge possibility of LEMON later. There will probably be some strong language as well.

Chapter 1:

"Draco. Are you feeling alright? You look dreadful…" Pansy looked quite concerned. Draco looked a bit paler than usual and he had dark circles starting to form under his eyes. But, other than that, he looked as he always did.

"I'm fine, Pansy. I just haven't been sleeping well lately. That's all…" he tried to reassure her. She gave him a skeptical look. He gave his signature smirk and leaned over, kissing her on the cheek. "Trust me, I'm fine," he said, standing from the table and grabbing his school bag. She blushed furiously and gave a curt nod. He strode from the Great Hall, smirking at how well he had fooled her with a simple peck on the cheek. It was true: he hadn't been sleeping very well for a while now. But, that wasn't the only thing going on with him. He felt like he was changing, both figuratively and literally. And he certainly wasn't ready to tell anyone about it, least of all her. He knew that if he told her what was going on in his mind, she would get the wrong idea.

He shook the thought from his head as he walked into the potions classroom for his first lesson. 'Potions with the Gryffin-dorks. Perfect…' he thought sarcastically. He didn't completely hate it, though. It gave him plenty of opportunities to make the Gryffindors lose house points. That and HE was in that class. Draco knew he shouldn't, but he couldn't help feeling some sort of attraction to the raven-haired boy. He tried to fight it off, ignore that it was even there, but it never worked. The more he tried to forget about Harry, the more interested he became.

"Pull out your books and turn to page 394," came Snape's voice from the back of the class as the door slammed shut. The students all did as instructed, and a few gasps could be heard around the room.

"An elixir for werewolves?" Hermione Granger's voice rang out in the classroom. "Sir, don't you think this is all a bit more advanced than we need to know yet?"

"No I don't, Ms. Granger. This potion is a way to help calm a werewolf when they are near their changing state. It could prove essential and you never know when you might need one. As I recall, three years ago, one of the very professors was a werewolf… I've also heard that he's back. And to stay this time…" Everyone knew that he was talking about Professor Lupin. "Now, you will find the list of ingredients on this page. Instructions for brewing will follow on the next few pages. Begin!" He went over to his desk and began grading the essays he had assigned the week before.

Draco set about gathering his ingredients and tools. He went about his work, silently cutting the Figgly roots and Ashem fruits, each releasing a fragrance that he found both intoxicating and soothing. He would occasionally steal glances over to the Gryffindor boy, busy getting lost in his work. He chuckled lightly to himself. 'I don't think the twit knows what he's doing…' Draco was the first to complete his potion. Snape seemed rather impressed with the work of his favorite student.

The class ended and it was time for him to head off to Charms class. "Ugh, I hate Charms…" he sighed lightly. As he walked down the corridor, he heard voices behind him.

"What a git! Bet he didn't even make the right potion. That's how he got done so quick," It was the Weasel's voice. "Now, Ron," came Granger's calmer voice. "You aren't being entirely fair. Malfoy's always been good at Potions. Honestly, you don't need to get your wand in a knot every time he gets done before you do. Besides, it wouldn't make much of a difference if you DID finish before him. You know he'd still end up with a higher grade. He's a Slytherin, remember?" Draco had to admit, he was getting rather annoyed by this point. Could they really not see him standing right in front of them? "Not necessarily," said Harry. "He's gotten worse grades than you have from Snape, despite being in Snape's house and Snape's favorite. Anyway, I thought the potion he made looked really well done. When it comes to potions, he's good at what he does…" Draco felt a smirk spread over his pale lips. 'So, he thinks I'm good at something. There's a surprise.'

Charms class was painfully dull. They were reviewing what they had learned before Easter holiday about werewolves. 'What is it with all the professors today? They're all OBSESSED with the same damn topic: werewolves…' They all had to perform the werewolf repelling charms they had learned. They were all ridiculously simple, so it was all virtually pointless. 'Thank God I've got a free period before lunch,' Draco thought when the class had ended. 'I need a break from all this werewolf business.'

He made his way to the dungeons, in the direction of his private quarters. He was a prefect, so he didn't have to share a room with anyone. He laid down on his bed with a lofty sigh. "What's with all the werewolf stuff? Why is EVERY professor focusing on it NOW? Why is it so important all of a sudden?" Draco asked aloud, though there was obviously no one around that would be able to answer. He sighed and closed his eyes, drifting into a troubled sleep.

He was walking down the hallway, gazing out the windows at the crisp, snow-covered ground. He hears a giggle and turns to the source. Hermione Granger is standing by the corner, her uniform skirt seeming much shorter than usual. A strand of hair falls over her eye and she winks seductively at Draco. Smirking, he strides over to her. Before he can say anything, she pecks him on the lips. "I'm yours…" she whispers in his ear. She tempts him further by tracing her tongue lightly over the line of his jaw. He wraps his lips around hers, the kiss much deeper and darker than the one previous to it, their tongues wrestling for dominance. He pushes her back against the wall. She moans into the kiss, fully submitting to him, as he begins unbuttoning her shirt –

He was woken by the sound of tapping on his window. He sat up and brushed the hair out of his face. He noticed that his breathing was slightly uneven and he was much warmer than when he had fallen asleep. 'And here I was thinking that THAT little crush was ancient history…' he thought as he strode over to the window.'I haven't thought about Granger like that since fourth year. You'd think it would be gone after two years. And I don't remember it ever being quite like THAT…' His eagle owl, Persephone, flew in, landing on her perch. She held her leg out for Draco to take the note that was attached. As soon as he did so, she gave a satisfied 'hoot' and flew back out the window.

Draco looked at the name on the letter. 'Lucius Malfoy'. "Nothing important, then…" he said bitterly as he crumpled the letter and tossed it into the blazing fire.

Note: Here's chapter one. Though it's a bit more of a prologue than the actual story. Now, most of you SHOULD be catching onto a certain trend here. But, for those of you who are NOT catching the theme, I will not spoil it for you. And btw, the letter from Lucius WAS important. Enjoy and please review.