A/n; My first fic for Harry Potter, I hope you like.

Hermione Granger walked briskly down the corridor; despite most assumptions she was not 'perfect', and if she didn't hurry she'd be late for Professor Binns's class, Witches and Wizards: The Dark Ages. Her seventh year at Hogwarts had proved unsuccessful at getting away from the old drone. As she scurried around the corner, the most appalling sight met her: Pansy Parkinson and Draco Malfoy.

On most normal occasions their sight didn't sicken her, but today Pansy's back was against the wall and the two were swapping spit in full view of the public. Only, as Hermione looked around, there seemed to be no public only her. That is when the bell gave a shrill cry, signaling that she was officially late. She also noticed that, because of the total surprise of seeing Draco and Pansy kissing, she had frozen her mouth gapping open. This stance had brought the two 'love birds' attention, for they were now staring at her disgusted.

Draco was the first to speak, "Take a picture, it will last longer, you Mudblood freak!"

Hermione ignored the remark and ducked her head, continuing past them like they weren't there. When she felt the hand on her arm holding her back she was completely caught of guard. Swirling around she came face to face with the Slytherin Prince. "What do you want Malfoy?" Seeing Pansy's retreating figure, as she hurried to her next class, sent a wave of anticipation that heightened all of Hermione's senses, for she realized that she was now completely alone with Draco.

"I need you to help me." His usually confident voice was now strained as he revealed this, so she believed his sincerity and waited patiently. "I need a book… I've seen you read it before."

At this he stumbled and stopped abruptly, retreating to look down at his nails. The slivered moons were avidly shaped like a female's, and this was the first time Hermione noticed them. "I can't help you if you won't tell me the title."

"The Magicians Medical Book of STDs." H said this so fast it was all a blur, but when Hermione shifted through it her eyebrows raised.

Witches and wizards did not get STDs like Muggles, but they did get a variation of the illnesses. STDs usually stripped a wizard/ witch of their powers completely, as well as giving them irritating skin soars around their 'nether' regions. The Magicians Medical Book of STDs explained ways to prevent and cure such diseases. Hermione had bought it for a bit of light reading; you always needed to be prepared.

Malfoy had an STD, Hermione couldn't help but wonder if Pansy knew. Or maybe, the idea made her laugh out loud but she disguised it as a cough, maybe he got it from her.

"Alright." She finally said, after what must have seemed like forever to poor Draco. "After lunch meet me… meet me…"

"On the Quidditch Pitch." Draco blurted out, "We'll be going to Hagrid's for Care of Magical Creatures, so it's on the way. No one else will be there though."

Seeing his point Hermione nodded and turned to go, but he called her back.

"Don't tell Scarhead or Weaselboy or I'll…" Draco held up his fists threateningly as his scowl deepened.

"Yes Malfoy." Hermione knew his threats very well, "I won't tell."

(break)

Professor Binns looked up from the book he was reading as Hermione entered. Slowly, delicately he put down the book, as if it would break, and floated in his ghostly way across to Hermione.

"Granger." He drawled lazily; stretching every syllable so that it took forever just to say her name. "You- are- late."

"Yes I know, I'm real sorry." Hermione had already weaved together a tale he'd believe, "I was in the library and time just flew. When I finally left I was already late, but Professor Flitwick called me aside. He needed help on the lesson for today." Chuckling for emphasis she continued, "I'll never do it again."

The ghost professor raised his translucent eyebrows and seemed about to say something, but deciding it would take too long he didn't. "Take your seat."

Setting down her satchel and pulling out her books, Hermione settled in. Through the whole period she avoided the questioning stares of Harry and Ron.

(break)

Outside it was warm and sunny, and everything was green with life. With a full stomach Hermione reflected this budding feeling of joy, and her meeting with Draco did not dull the matter. Before heading out, she gone back to her room and grabbed the book, she was prepared. As she walked onto the field she realized that this was the first time she had come here when there wasn't a game or practice going on. Somewhere within herself she relished the experience.

Draco Malfoy watched the approaching figure of Hermione with interest.