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Again for those who don't know, this is a re-write, but no need to read the other one, since this one will have more detail, better spelling, and of course adequete words for all the parts. I hope you all enjoy this and please, let me know what you think of it :)

It was as if it was all happening in slow motion. Hermione Granger was in a corner sipping her butterbeer, listening to Harry Potters urgently murmured words. Despite the booming of people celebrating there new quidditch team, she could make out every single one of Harrys words. Even with her attention focused solely on Harry, she couldn't help keep her eyes on a certain person in the room. Infact to be completely honest with herself, she had been watching the boy for quite some time now.

"What do you think, Mione?" Harry asked urgently the anxiety played on his face. She knew what he wanted to hear, and was unfortunately going to have to turn it down, like every other one of the predictions he had made.

"Harry it sounds... accurate and beliveable enough, but to honestly think about it, why would Malfoy be working for him.He's far to young, and why would he need such a young man, who is indeed still in school." the brown eyed girl finished her sentence hoping it sounded more as a question to his prediction than a fact. Merlin help her if he took it the wrong way.

The black haired boy opened his mouth to retort to his bestfriends comments, with more of his alibis to be distracted by a commotion on the other side of the common room.

The two friends spinning around, wanting to see exactly what was going on that would cause such a reaction from the crowd, to have both there mouths drop open. Indeed Hermione was ever grateful that Harry had chosen to remain by her side than to chose there friend Rons. Although there fighting had kindled a storm, Harry had openly stated "Ron is a git, not matter how much he doesn't believe it."

But what was happening in the middle of the grand room, shocked both friends to an extent. There was Ronald Weasely, his arms wrapped around, Lavender Browns waist, who was currently snogging the boy madly, as if having not seen him for years. But the fact that Ronald Weasely had his lips firmly planted on her was the fact that agitated both friends, to an extent.

The reactions on each of there faces was expressed in very different ways. While Harrys read shock, worry, and suprise. While Hermiones read betrayal, hurt, anger, and some jealousy.

"Hermione." Harry began cautiously, turning his face to look at his friend, and make sure she was alright. But it was too late. The brown haired girl was running toward out of the portrait, her half-full butterbeer, left on the table.

Harry sighed and threw his friend a quizzical look, knowing that the boy would not end up catching the look anyway. He would never understand his friends behavious. Though he knew on thing for sure. Hermione must be feeling heartbroken. If only Ron could see the thing everyone else did.

She honestly had no idea why Rons actions upset her so, but then here she was running through the hall, holding back the tears that threatened to spill over. The caramel-brown eyed girl kept running through the halls searching for the secret passage way that led to an unknown corridor. Knowing she might break anytime know she ran even faster to reach the empty hallway. She turned and fell, slamming her back into the wall sinking down, until her head was on her knees and she was letting her sobs out. She finally wiped her tears, and quieted herself down, her sobs turning into small hiccups.

"So Granger, your not as strong as everyone thought you were." Hermione looked up, wiping the last of the remaining tears off her face. She wanted to look up and see who it was making such a comment, but she had a feeling she already knew who is was.

"Shove off Malfoy." Hermione grumbled, pushing a few of the chocolate brown strands behind her ears.

"Ohhh, getting touchy are we." The platinum blonde haired boy scoffed, the sneer still on his face. Stretching every words that he said.

"Malfoy, I am not in the modd." Hermione growled, through gritted teeth, getting off of the floor to stand at her full height, wanting to try and intimidate Malfoy. She never really realized how tall he was until now. The top if her head was at about his nose, which made him still tower over her by a slight amount.

"So what was it this time. Heartbreak by your precious beloved red haired Ginger." he smirked in an almost sarcastic manner.

"Your being an adolescent pig Malfoy. Just... Get out of my way."She huffed, Pushing on the taller boys chest, trying to get him to budge from her route. His smirk grew bigger and she prodded him.

"No Granger, I don't think I will." The smirk was still big, as he wrapped his hand around both her wrists.

"Let go of me." Hermione seethed. She was letting her anger toll.

"No." His answers were simple, and he still held her wrists.

"I loathe you, your vile vicious and cruel Malfoy." She cried out as she struggled to get her hands out.

She winced as he slammed her body into the wall, stepping closer to her, until there bodys were practically touching. His face was a centimeter from hers and she began to feel the fear creeo over her body.

"Take that back you filthy little mudblood." He breathed, his cold grey eyes locking with her warm caramel ones. Though as he looked into them seaching for the source of her renewed anger all he found was pain.

"I wouldn't, infact, I lothe you, despise you hate your every reason of walking on earth, and the worst part Malfoy, you'll never change, you will always be a foul loathesome evil little cockroach."

His anger peaked again and he found himself slamming her wrists up, holding them tightly against the wall, while his other hand was planted on the wall next to her face. Hermione held back a whimper of pain and looked back up locking eyes once more.

Draco stared at the girl he had pinned on the wall wondereing exactly what was exactly on her mind. She seemed unusually scared by his actions. He searched her eyes for any sign of defeat but found none. Breaking contact he begain to look over her face. Her button nose fit her face and her cheeks were slightly tinted red from there he never noticed how small the girl was until now. Her petite frame was flush against his toned one and despite her baggy school clothes he could make out her body trembling. His eyes travelled to where his hand held her wrists well over her head. The seemed so frail now and suddenly feared if he applied any more pressure that she would shatter.

Looking backdown at her he realized her breathing had slowed down and she was staring at him with confusion in her eyes. He continued to search her face and his eyes landed on her lips. His eyes froze there for some reason that he could not explain, and before she could register what the boy was doing, his lips were slanting over hers claiming her as his.

He felt her freeze under him not reacting to the kiss, but he wanted her to react, he wanted her to do something other than stand there like a statue. She subconsciously began to kiss the boy back, and he faintly realized she still had her arms over her head. He lowered them them and brought the to his shoulders were she splayed them in his hair. She sighed, and he couldn' help the inwardly smirk. He wrapped one arm around her waist pulling her in even closer to him, if that was humanly possible.

Her lips were soft, and were a pretty shade of pink. She tasted of pina colada and she smelt like Black Raseberry Vanilla. They were both driving the grey-eyed boy crazy. He growled breaking the kiss for a moment for some much needed air, before joining there lips once more.

Hermione held onto him and kissed him back with equal and she could smell his cologne, and he tasted of mint. She could tell that the cologne he was wearing was expensive. Her expecting his lips to be rough were soft, and she realized, which made her worry, she liked them on hers.

His lips left hers and he began to trail butterfly kisses on her neck, and drew them back up meeting her lips once more.

The pair froze suddenly, just realizing exactly who the were kissing- no making out with. Opening there eyes at the same time, the made eye contact and jumped apart. Each on an opposit side of the corridor, gripping onto it like it was there sanity.

Hermione looked down at the floor, trying to erase what had just happened from her memory.

She looked up, caught his eye, he gave her a head nod, before turning to walk away, but she didn't stop him, because for once she knew exactly how Draco Malfoy felt.

She actually had no idea how she was going to react to this, neither did he. Her mind spinning with him, his smell, his kisses, the scenes replaying in her mind. She touched her hands to her lips. That was actually the best kiss she ever had. Merlin she was in trouble.

So Chapter One! Again thanks to all the people who are going to read this.

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