AUTHOR'S NOTE: The story takes place in the Golden Trio's last year at Hogwarts. No war, no Snape/Dumbledore deaths. Unlike my previous stories, I'm writing this one as I go, and hoping for it to be a bit longer, so bear with me! And please review for any criticism/compliments/suggestions! :3 ALL OF MY STORIES REVOLVE AROUND ***CONSENSUAL*** SEXY TIME.

Disclaimer: If I owned anything Harry Potter related Dramione would exist in the books, SO THERE.

CHAPTER ONE: DIAGON ALLEY

Malfoy squinted in the sun as he strolled the cobblestone roads of Diagon Alley. He had shaken off Crabbe and Goyle only minutes before, each complaining about the heat. Malfoy was on his way to Flourish and Blotts when he spotted Hermione Granger at Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlour, surprisingly alone. Potter and Weasley must've not met up with her yet, he mused to himself.

Hermione was sitting under a green and white parasol, slurping on a pink ice cream cone. Malfoy smirked and walked towards her.

"I thought I smelled a Mudblood," Malfoy said mildly, only a few feet away from Hermione.

She looked up. "Tell me, Malfoy, why is it that you're unable to see me and simply walk past me? I really don't require all this attention."

Malfoy came up to her table and leaned his elbows on the back of a chair. "Well, I just couldn't help but notice the way you were sucking down that ice cream cone."

Hermione snorted. "Please. Who do I look like, Pansy? You'll have to do better than that."

"Now now," Malfoy said in a low voice, "I wouldn't want a little Mudblood like yourself getting any ideas."

"If you use that word one more time I'll slap you like I did four years ago," Hermione retorted calmly, and took another lick from her ice cream.

Malfoy laughed, and leant forwards over the chair so that only she could hear him. "Only if you promise to be on top of me while doing it," he whispered, causing Hermione to choke slightly, her eyes watering.

Malfoy smirked. "Besides, you might want to be a little more friendly considering how close we'll be come September."

Hermione stared at him blankly. "What're you-"

"Oh, I think you'll find out soon enough," Malfoy said softly. Hermione felt a pounding in her chest. Was it from nervousness? Excitement? Either way, it was only enhanced by Malfoy's dangerous grin, his eyes boring into her as if she was wearing nothing.

"I'll see you next week, Muddie," Malfoy said with a slight smirk, and turned his back on her, crossing the street to Flourish and Blotts.

Hermione's mind raced as she thought of what he said, and only snapped back to reality when realizing the pink ice cream was now dribbling down her hand.

IIIII

"Hermione! OI, HERMIONE!" Ron Weasley shouted inside Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes, the joke shop owned by his twin brothers. Hermione spun around and saw Ron accompanied by a grinning Harry.

"Finally!" Hermione exclaimed, running up to them, "I've been looking for you everywhere! Listen, I ran into Malfoy…"

IIIII

"So, you think Malfoy might be up to something again?" Harry asked slowly. The three of them had moved from the joke shop and were now in the Owlery.

"Possibly," Hermione said, stroking a tawny owl, "But I doubt it. Remember what happened when he tried to meddle with Hagrid's case with Buckbeak? Or the failure with the Vanishing Cabinets? Maybe he just knows something like he did in fourth year, when the Triwizard Tournament came to Hogwarts."

"Hermione, is that all Malfoy said to you," Ron asked, eyeing her suspiciously. Hermione turned a bright shade of magenta. She had left out the parts where Malfoy teased her in a way that was more playful than his usual brand of pure evil. It seemed too odd to discuss out loud, let alone with Harry and Ron.

"I think so, yes," Hermione said, and turning her back on the two, began to feed another owl.

"We should probably get going," Harry started, moving towards the door with the others, "I still have to get new quills and-" Harry stopped suddenly, so that both Hermione and Ron bumped into him.

"Harry, what-"

"Well well, what do we have here?" came the smooth voice of a tall, platinum haired boy. His demeanor was cold, but there was amusement in his expression. Malfoy's eyes scanned over the three of them.

"Potty," he said, gesturing at Harry, "and a weasel," he pointed at Ron.

"Oh, and a Mudblood," Malfoy said as an afterthought, glancing at Hermione casually.

Harry and Ron took out their wands but Hermione came in front of them and laughed sweetly, "Oh, very witty, really, Malfoy," she said, and began to drag Harry and Ron away from him when he said, "Actually, Granger, I haven't finished yet." The three of them stopped.

"Yeah, we have some questions for you too, Malfoy," Ron said loudly. Malfoy looked at him quite calmly.

"You will only speak when spoken too," he said. Ron let out a snort but then his eyes widened and he looked like he was on the verge of being sick. Opening his mouth, Ron tried to speak but was unable to utter a word. Malfoy had cursed him with a silencing spell.

"Idiot," Hermione muttered (though it wasn't completely obvious to whom she was referring to), and with a quick flick of her wand, undid Malfoy's spell. Ron immediately opened his mouth to start yelling again but Hermione stepped on his foot and he remained silent.

"What do you want, Malfoy," Harry said rudely.

"Just wanted to say you better watch out for Muddie over here," Malfoy suggested quietly, and without another word walked past the three of them, his gaze frosting Hermione.

"Muddie? What the bloody hell was that, exactly?" Ron fumed at Hermione, his ears ruby-red. Hermione stood, dumbfounded.

"I…don't know," she said truthfully.