Falling in Love with Granger

Summary: (as given) "You don't have to love me Granger, you don't even have to believe I've changed. Not after everything I put you through, but just believe one thing. I'm falling in love with you" – "Yet even so, I know it'll hurt you more than it hurts me… I'm sorry Draco- Oblivate" Dramione – Lemon inFutureChapters

Author Note :Hey Everyone. This Is my first Dramione fanfic just because I never tried my luck on writing a Harry Potter fanfic even thou I like reading them by other people(: . Draco… will be OOC in the first few chapters, but bear in mind. You'll see him as the natural born Slytherin prince SOON ! . it's just the way the fanfic is going to progress that you'll see him as "nice changed Draco" before "move it Mudblood!"

Disclaimer : I do not own harry potter. If I did Dramione would be real.

Draco walked into the common room of the head dorm as his hand began to loosen his silk Slytherin tie. Another night of absolutely nothing happening, but a few kids making out in the hallways. He hated patrolling the halls just as much as he hated pot head and the weaselbee. Then again... as of late, that hatred wasn't as strong. Now a days, he had to admit, he wasn't feeling like his old self. He wasn't sending fear in the eyes of others, making fun of the first years for being stupid, or even sneaking into girl's room for a night of fun. Instead, His eyes were constantly searching for something, someone, and they finally saw it sleeping soundly in front of the warm fireplace.

She was the book worm that was, surprisingly, also a freak in bed, Hermione Granger. Also known as the Gryffindor Princess. Her very being was a puzzle in itself and even magic wouldn't solve the complexity. She was so competitive yet sweet, innocent yet completely devilish and if you threatened anyone she knew... she wouldn't think twice about hexing you into oblivion. That was how he knew her, a light so bright… she could be the good for the both of them. and boy, did he need good in his life.

They didn't know when it begun, but it all started with a simple cold that escalated into passionate sex in Draco's room- and, if he said so himself, it was a very good night for him. It was also the first time he had a girl in his bed. He hated knowing that he and another whore had done the nasty together on his silk sheets, but she was different. She was so pure, yet so wild. The simple touches, the curious actions; It aroused his mind like a flame on oil just thinking about it. And it continued almost every night to the point where they didn't need to sleep in their assigned rooms- they had already gotten use to just falling asleep next to one another. It was crazy.

"I swear if Lucius saw me now… he'd have me lock in the dungeon until I faded into nothing more, but bones."

Treading quietly he walked to her side and sat down on the floor with her. Scatter notes and forgotten books laid spread out in front of her as he saw the mountain of notes she wrote during class. It was her turn to go secure the halls and no matter how much he hated patrolling, he still went with her. After that horrid night, he didn't want her to go alone. A few Second years had snuck out to drink some Fire Whiskey together in the hallway. Sure, they weren't as tall as Draco was, but compare to Hermione they were giants. If he haven't went to give her her wand that night who knows what could have happened. He knew he was was becoming more protective over her and every once in a while he'd catch himself thinking how ridiculous it was. It was simply not what a Malfoy does, especially not for a mudbloo- … Granger.

He never felt the need to help someone. He never even felt the need to return a girl's phone call after they dated, but ever since that night, him and Hermione had sent each other secret notes during Snape's classes or owl'ed each other during mail call at dinner. It was their own private game and no one else knew about it. He was still a jerk to her during school and she was still looking down on him in the hallways. Not to mention no one in the entire wizard world would ever suspect Draco Malfoy and Hermione Granger sleeping with one another - or better yet, liking each other.

"Malfoy? Oh, is it my turn to head out?" She whispered softly as she stirred in place, "I must have fell asleep trying to finish all that homework Snape assigned for being loud during class... Since when was sneezing against the rules?"

"When you sneeze on a Monday morning and he hasn't had his breakfast," Draco answered

"Well, you should get some sleep, I'll head out for my rounds."

"Don't go," Draco mumbled as his hand trailed down her side, "We can do more interesting things."

"I have too," Hermione giggled as she looked at him, "It's our job."

"Yeah… job. Just like how it was a Malfoy's job to hate those of muggle born blood" Draco thought as he stared at the brown orbs beneath him. He couldn't remember the last time he felt this way, the sharp desire to want to protect someone with all his heart from anything that would hurt them. He didn't even know he had a heart to do that. He was a coward when it came to standing up to something he knew he couldn't defeat, but with her it was different. He would stand up to Lucius, deny his aunt, maybe even regret everything he did in the past for her. Magic was only something they learn to master and do in Hogwarts, but this? This was something more than a spell.

It was just 3 months ago that he had told her to fall down the stairs with her books. Within 3 Months everything in the life of Draco Malfoy changed. His mother had once told him that when he met the right person, he would do things that would puzzle him, but was this what she had meant?

He guess it all started when …

x – x – Chapter one : The Beginning .

"Hermione, you don't have to do this. We know you're the brightest witch of the era, you don't have to accept head girl..."

"Bloody hell, Ronal, please, I've wanted to be head girl ever since I came to Hogwarts." Hermione mumbled as her nose lay buried in her book.

"But Hermione, the head boy-"

"Is Draco, so what? It's a new society Harry and he passed all charges."

"Hermione, you may be pure, but not everyone can change. Do you remember that scar on your arm?" harry pointed out slightly noticing the tenseness that rose in Hermione. He hated mentioning it to her and knew that on occasions it still burned, but it had to be done. She was about to coexist with malfoy- freaking- ferret. That scar was a permanent reminder of what she went through going into that awful mansion. "What if he tries to sneak into your room at night or you leave the bathroom door unlock and he walks in on you?"

"You don't have to trust me pot head, but it's common knowledge to say things to people's faces. Besides, why would I walk in on Granger? There's much better entertainment in this castle," Draco said as he opened the compartment door, "Granger. Head compartment room, now. We have to stay there and wait for orders."

"Why don't we go with you – " Harry and Ron said as they stood up from their seat, Chocolate frog still halfway in Ron's mouth.

"No. the headmaster made it clear only head boy and girl."

Hermione looked up at the blonde hair boy in front of her. She didn't know why she felt the need to go. She hated Malfoy and he hated her, but she felt the need, after oblivating her parents' mind, to forgive and forget. People do things that they have to… Draco was no exception.

"I'll see you guys at the opening party," The Gryffindor princess said as she collected her things and left, leaving Harry and Ron to pray that nothing bad happens to the third member of the Golden Trio.

The walk to the room however, was longer than she remembered. It was quiet except for the chatter that came from the doors of the students. She had to admit, the scar was beginning to hurt. It hurted slightly whenever she was near a pure blood. It must have been a special effect Beatrix added. She couldn't wear a lot of arm showing things anymore, and if she did she had to cover the mark- at least... back at home she had too. She wondered if that was how harry felt all his life, Hiding the lightening bolt from the world.

She felt a warm back on her face as she bumped into Draco. She had to admit, war didn't harm his impeccable looks. He was still taller than her given she was 5'3. He must have been 5'9 or 6 feet. His hair was no longer gel down, but rather fell on his face like sexy morning bed hair. Even the way he stood showed off his tone body and screamed "I'm Rich and you're not." The only defect was the scars that came from the battles.

"Can you watch where your walking, Granger? We're already here." He said as he opened the door.

It looked like any other compartment except for the fact that they had a self service candy cart. They each took a seats across from each other as Hermione kept her face in her book and Malfoy stared out the window. A few minutes passed, and then another when Hermione dreaded the fact that their cloaks were too thick and the compartment's ac was broken. She figured if she just laid on the chair, Draco wouldn't notice the scar burned into her ivory flesh. Hesitantly she took off her cloak and laid it on herself as a blanket noticing that Draco never moved an inch.

"Why is she being so cautious… it's not like I'm going to hex her and I apologized during the summer for everything I had done," Draco thought as he stared at the moving clouds along the way to Hogwarts. Through the corner of his eye he was studying her. The way she looked, the way she'd lightly move her hair from her eyes, even the way her blue tang top hugged her body and showed off her surprisingly good curves. War, inevitably, didn't stop her from turning beautiful. Yet, he also noticed that Her breathing was more steady now almost like –

"Granger?" he whispered, trying to figure out if she had fallen asleep. Her robe had fell onto the floor, book slightly limp in her hand, "geez…"

He stood up quietly, picking up her cloak. It wasn't the best material, but it was sure better than the Weasel's. She must not be that poor then since muggles had to convert their currency into galleons. He was about to put the piece of clothe back on her body when his eyes wondered across her. Her hair wasn't that untamed anymore. It was now soft and rather long brown locks that had a hint of gold on them when it hit the sun. Compare to her small frame, he had to admit, it looked rather sexy. Without her cloak on, you can tell she actually had a nice rack too. he would assume they were a C-Cup, but he wouldn't know unless he had a closer look at them. Suddenly, there it was. Not as blood red as the night it happened, but certainly not pale enough to not be spot; 'MudBlood.'

He had always wanted to apologize for that night the most. He knew she was downstairs with his aunt. He knew he could have done something, but he knew that he was a coward. He could have saved one person out of the countless he had killed and yet… he didn't. Because she was Hermione Granger, and if he had helped, he would have died for saving a filthy mudblood.

"Malfoy, you're hovering over me." Hermione said as she slowly opened her eyes.

"you dropped your cloak, here," he said tossing it onto her body.

He had wanted that to sound a little nicer, but he couldn't erase the slight detest in his voice as the cloak hit Hermione's stomach.

"thanks…" She said as suddenly remembered the mark on her arm and absently went to cover it with her hand.

"Hermione," Malfoy whispered, almost inaudible to the human ear.

Hermione looked up as brown eyes met silver, a simple tilt of the head indication a "yeah?" It was strange to her, like a foreign language, hearing him call her Hermione. it just wasn't natural for someone like the Slytherin Prince.

"It's not in the Malfoy name to do these kind of things. It's not even in the Malfoy's name to be here... with you. In this small space, breathing the same air. But it is in my name, as Draco Malfoy, to say… I'm sorry."

It was like, for a moment, he wasn't in his own body. He felt his arm move to hers. He felt her smooth skin in his hand as he removed it from her arm and he felt his finger trace the letters marked in pale red. Hermione didn't know what to say. She couldn't tell if he was being truthful, or feeling guilty because of the time in Azkaban he had to spent before being pronounced not guilty. It took a while, or what felt like a while, until she finally manage to say,

"it's okay, Draco. It doesn't hurt as much anymore."

So that was my first chapter :D ...
And hopefully I didn't do too bad. I know Draco is being strange in here... but trust me I'll make him more Slytherin in the next chapter. :]

Chapter two preview
"Granger, I swear to God if you touch me one more time I Will hex you so bad that you-"
"THAT I'LL WHAT? Lay on the floor motionless? Cry and beg to be spare? For your information Draco, I've been there already! You're threats mean NOTHING to me,"
"Stupid Book worm."
"Ugly Ferret."
"Don't call me a Ferret, you filthy Mudblood!"
He stopped. He couldn't believe what just came out of his mouth and according to the look in her eyes, she couldn't believe it either. They stood there, as the other students walked by not knowing what had happened until one of them spoke.
"I know you didn't mean that," Hermione said, "but one of these days the person you say that too will not be as strong as me and it will hurt them."

UNTIL NEXT TIME (: