DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of Harry Potter or its characters or story lines. Unfortunately, my name is not JK Rowling.

Please enjoy this story! It's one of my favorites that I've written.

Draco's POV

It felt like every bone in my nose was broken from that Mudblood's right hook. "Damn her," I said as Madam Pomphry hovered over me. I turned to Blaise – my best friend – and said "I will get my revenge on her."

Blaise looked at me and softly said, "You sort of asked for it." I glared at him knowing that he was half right but half because I was in so much pain and he wasn't taking my side.

"Just get some rest and I will be back in the morning," he said before leaving me alone with my thoughts.

The Gryffindor Princess has always been in my mind though. The first day I met her was at the Hogwarts train station. She was alone and was looking around nervously. I decided to walk over and offer assistance.

"Hello, my name is Draco Malfoy. You look lost."

"My name's Hermione Granger. And I am! Do you know where first years go?"

"I'm a first year too. The train isn't segregated but most first years ban together in the back half," I pointed behind her.

She smiled and waved after she turned as a thanks.

I felt him before I heard him – my father. "Who was that, son?"

"I don't know. She said her name was Hermione Granger." I shrugged not thinking anything of it.

"That isn't a pureblood name. Don't waste your time with her." He paused. "Oh, look Draco. The Parkinson girl. Now that's a girl worthy of your status." And with that, I was carted in a direction that was going to be extremely hard to return back from.

Later that year, I was passing all my classes with flying colors but when I arrived home for Christmas, my father was furious with finding out that Hermione Granger was the top of the grade and I was second. It just got worse when I accidently let it slip that she was best friends with Harry Potter and was also muggle-born. He went ranting about Mudbloods and The-Boy-Who-Lived the entire holiday.

I pushed hard after that we become the best in the class but never achieved it. Luckily, I knew that my father was going knock her down to regular size when getting our school supplies the next summer. Maybe I would have a fighting chance then if her ego was chopped in half.

However, that didn't happen. She stood up to him and looked him straight in the eyes. "Fear of the name, only increases the fear for the thing itself."

Wow, now that was bold. My father didn't like the sound of that too much. All I remember thinking was, Don't think about blaming this on me. Granger had a tough interior.

The beginning of the Quidditch season my second year, I will never forget. I called her a Mudblood for the first time. And her hurt face will haunt me forever. I immediately wanted to take it back. Ever since I've called her that nasty word, and hated myself for it – each and every time.

I remember thanking the gods that despite my horrible words, Granger was only petrified and not killed by the creature in the Chamber of Secrets. I snuck into the Hospital Wing one night to check on her but her frozen features made me break down and left after only a few seconds. No one knows about this.

Earlier tonight, I was trying to impress my so-called-friends with my power to control the execution of the winged beast, and got on a roll about it in front of The Golden Trio. Blaise was right. I did deserve this. She might have punched me but she could have easily hexed me. Gods know she knows enough spells.

I wish I could tell her how sorry I was. But I can't. Not with my father so actively in my life.

What am I saying? Do I care about her feelings? Hell no!

The next year…

I have tried to forget all about my feelings for Granger by tormenting her. I was trying to find the humor in the nasty rumor of her not having a date to the Yule Ball. I, of course, asked Pansy Parkinson. We have fooled around quite a few times and I knew my father approved.

I was standing with Pansy and Blaise, waiting for the champions to enter with their dates to begin dancing. Fleur entered then Cedric. Suddenly around me, I hear whispers. I look around and catch a glimpse of the next champion, Victor and his date – Granger!? I stare at her while I hear, "Is that Hermione Granger?" and "Bloody Hell! Who knew she could look hot."

I continued to have my eyes find her throughout the night. She appeared to be having a blast. That was until Weasel made her cry.

I followed her out to a hidden staircase and watched her cry. Before, I knew it, she whipped around to face me – wand at the ready. Pointed right at me.

"I don't know if I'm in the mood Granger," I shrugged pushing her wand out of my face with my pointer finger. I was trying to look like I came down the hall by accident rather than following her.

She blinked at me. "You…" She shook her head as if trying to remove a thought from her mind.

"I, what Granger? Spit it out." I was dying to know. This was the first real conversation I've had with the witch alone – and I just HAD to know what she was thinking.

"Well I WAS going to say that you looked nice tonight is all, but then I remembered who I was talking to and changed my mind," she spat at me. "Now please either let me pass or get out of my hair and leave me be."

I felt my heart jump with nerves. Maybe she thought about me all the time too! Yeah, thinking how miserable I make her.

"Well, now, that's not very nice to run away from your only intelligent conversation you are going to get tonight. I've heard rumors about Victor Krum being as stupid as the broomstick he rides." Good one, Draco!

She looked shocked but quickly recovered. "Maybe I'm not looking for conversation." Her arms crossed her chest trying to look like she just won.

"Well," I got closer. "I can, once again, help in that department."

"Sod off Malfoy. I'm not going to be ridiculed tonight anymore." She tried to pass me. I pushed her back against the wall and found my face extremely close to hers. She was breathing hard. As was I. "Please don't hurt me. I don't have the energy to fight you tonight," she whispered, not weakly but more tiredly.

I cocked my head at her and said, "What makes you think I was going to hurt you?"

"You always do." At this point, I had no answer for her. So instead, I crushed my lips on hers. At first she resisted but when I used my tongue, she granted me entrance by opening her mouth.

We spent a few minutes snogging, her pushed against the wall. My hands were on the wall near her head but I began to feel her hands in my hair, deepening our kiss. My hands fell to her head then slowly to her waist, pulling her closer. Our bodies meshed into one. I've never kissed someone and felt like this – complete.

Hermione's POV

Oh my gods, I'm kissing Draco Malfoy! This man has tormented me and humiliated me since the very beginning. But not that first day we met. Why was he so nice to me that day on the train and then our next encounter so mean? And now? He kissed me first but I let him know I wanted this too. His arms pulling me closer to him, I could feel how bad he wanted this – down there! He was an amazing kisser, I thought. His head dipped down from my mouth – leaving me panting for air – down to my neck and chest. I could feel the pleasure building and then I heard myself groan from it.

Malfoy stopped and chuckled. "So does this make your night better?" His laugh was heavenly but I can't believe what just happened. Embarrassment overpowered the pleasure.

I pushed him hard away from me and was running up the stairs; I finally had courage to look back down at the guy I had been snogging. He sadly was watching me go; not making fun of me for falling for him but like it was actually killing him to let me walk away.

You will not let him make fun of you anymore. You will not think about this night ever again, I tried to tell myself as I forced my body through the door. I raced to the Gryffindor tower to sleep off any thoughts of my grayed eyed make out buddy.