Prolouge.

Her pacing footsteps echoed through the hallways as she ran a strangled hand through the once birdnest like hair. She reasoned that if she continued grabbing onto her hair like her life depended on it, her hair would be forever in its previous position but this mattered little to her at the present time. She sighed, leaning against a wall that may or may not be enchanted but when you attended Hogwarts it was the risk you took on a daily basis. Her heart race a mile a minute as she took ragged breaths, continuing pacing like the mad woman she now believed herself to be.

Ever the rational person she was, her mind was praising her on how well their plan had gone, the order would be ecstatic on what she recently learned. That was if she ever actually passed the information along. She considered hitting herself multiple times in the last hour, the normal Hermione; the person she once thought herself to be, would have shamed her, seeing how silly she was being. Of course she didn't love him. Her whole body gripped painfully at this thought, as if he was being physically dragged away from her. Okay, so maybe she did love him, she thought glumly. It didn't change anything.

She was good… He was bad. Or at least that was what she tried to convince herself. Part of her wanted to take up his offer and vanish into thin air but her character would never allow her to leave all those she cared about behind. During this whole self-serving battle she knew it really didn't matter, what love he had for her would vanish the moment he knew what she'd done. She'd resigned herself to this fact, knowing anything he were to deal out would be well deserved on her part.

During all this she hadn't noticed the slight sound of heels clicking along the stone floors. She became aware of his presence when his shadow dropped over her and despite all her inner monologue she smiled dazedly at him, like a fool in love. He in turn, rather out of character, gazed at her just as lovingly, though any loving look ever to grace his features was so out of character any on looker would have laughed at the ridiculousness of the situation.

"God Granger. I hear that even muggles are in possession of hair brushes, or need I purchase you one?"

Her eyebrows knitted together as she smiled to herself, he smirked at her, knowing his banter was up standard for her.

"Malfoy, even egotistical gits like yourself must know that calling a girl out of her room at half past two in the morning, only to insult and berate her is rude, right little pureblood?"

His smirk turned to a grin as he leaned in closer, causing her to shiver. Before backing away and grabbing her hand. Shocked as to his suddenly cheery mood, she gave him a wary look.

"Come on I have something to show you. You'll love it!" he said grinning, before leaning closely and whispering "And if you don't, you always have me to occupy your attention."

She grinned thought of her previous behaviour now gone in the mist that filled her mind whenever he was around.