A/N: So hey. This story was orginally ahead cannon that i posted on aFacebook page. And it wasrequestedby a few people to be written into a fanfiction. So enjoy.:)

Hermione woke up with a massive headache. 'Great. This is just fantastic.' She thought to herself whilst getting out of bed. She made her way to the bathroom still half-asleep. "Mmmmm. Just wanna go back to bed." She mumbled to herself while washing her face.

Slowly she got dressed and pulled her hair into a bun. Yawning widely she made her way down to the common room.

Harry and Ron were waiting for her and they were in rather good moods. Which was weird because she was usually the morning person and they were the crabby, annoyed ones.

Apparently it was opposite day.

"Morning 'Mione." They said in union.

"Mmmm…"

"What's wrong with you?" Harry asked.

"Sleepy."

"Then you should go to bed earlier." Ron said to her.

She was not in the mood for them and being tired she just wanted them to shut up. She started walking out of the common room and they were still rambling. She snapped. "Shut up!" she said before storming down to breakfast.

Breakfast was a depressing affair for Hermione. Harry and Ron seemed a bit pissed at her because she'd snapped. So she sat at the end of the Gryffindor table trying to concentrate on her book. But her headache refused to let her. When she tried to read pain was all she felt. "Argh." She groaned in frustration getting up from her table. As she walked was walking out of the great hall she bumped into someone. "Sorry." She mumbled walking past the person not looking to see who it was.

"Oi, Granger!" came a voice behind her.

"What?" she said not turning around because she already knew who it was following her.

"Why so tense Granger?"

"None of your freaking business Malfoy." She snapped before walking away.

'Argh, Malfoy is so god damn annoying.' She thought to herself. She was not in the mood for his pigheadedness,

Hermione arrived at the Charms classroom and looked at her watch. "Damn ten minutes until class." She muttered.

"It's okay Granger you've got me for company." Came an arrogant voice behind her. 'Why? Why me?' she asked herself.

Hermione put her aching head in her hands. She'd only been with him for a few minutes and he was already making her headache worse. "Malfoy." She said in an annoyed voice.

He replied in an annoyingly nice tone. "Yes Granger."

"Piss Off."

"I'm afraid I can't. You see one we're in the same class and two I can't stand being around Pansy for much longer. Her pug face is too annoying today."

"Oh well you see I was under the impression that you two were dating. Shouldn't you want to spend time with her? Well especially since your other option is a filthy mudblood."

"Don't call yourself that!"

"Why not? You call me that all the time!"

"I haven't called you that in half a year!"

"That doesn't make up for the last six years!"

"Hey at least I'm trying!"

Hermione couldn't take it. She knew he was telling the truth but she didn't want to admit it to herself. So instead she left annoyed with an even bigger headache.

She was late for Charms Class. She'd walked down to the lake and sat there for a while thinking about her conversation with Malfoy and lost track of time. So she'd had to run to Charms. Thankfully Harry and Ron had saved her a seat because the only other seat was on Malfoy's right side. But where she sat wasn't much better. She was right across from him. She glared at him. He smirked. He infuriated her.

Half way through Charms something landed on Hermiones desk. It was a folded paper crane. On one of the wings it said 'open'. So she opened it. Inside there was a note. It was in neat hand writing that she'd seen before. Quickly she read it.

'Granger,

Things I know:

1.I'm sorry for pissing you off.

2.I want to leave this class.

3.I want to be friends. I'm sick of being your enemy.

Things I don't know:

you'll hex because you think that three is just some sick joke.

you're okay. Are you okay?

Malfoy'

Hermione looked up but Malfoy wasn't looking at her, he was looking at his Charms work. She quickly wrote back.

'Malfoy,

Are you serious?

Granger.'

She sent it across the room and then went back to her Charms work.

A few minutes later the reply came.

'Yes Granger, I'm dead serious, I really want to leave this class.'

She rolled her eyes.

'Really Malfoy? Really? You know what I mean. You really want to be friends with a mudblood?'

She sent back hoping he'd get annoyed by her calling herself a mudblood and he did. She received a rather annoyed reply from Malfoy.

'Don't call yourself that! We went through this already. And I'm dead serious. I would like to be your friend. Just not public friends. Can you imagine the crap we'd get?'

She laughed a bit at that then replied.

'Well okay then. I guess we can be secret friends. Now let me finish my work!'

'Always a bookworm. Joking. Don't kill me.' Was the reply she got.

As she was walking out of class Harry and Ron decided to acknowledge her presence. "Hermione. Who were you sending notes to?" Ron asked. HE and Harry had seen Hermione writing notes. They just didn't know who they were too.

"Neville." She lied. She couldn't tell them the truth. They'd kill her. Maybe even disown her.

"Why were you send notes to Neville?" Harry inquired.

"Because he needed help okay? Now quit bugging me!" she snapped at them. She'd snapped at them again and she knew they were going to be mad again but she couldn't be bothered to care. She still had a headache and she had potions next. She wasn't in the mood for their questions. 'Kill me now?' she thought to herself.

Potions was an interesting affair. Harry and Ron refused to speak to her so she was alone. Well not really but it felt like she was. Plus she had bloody Pansy Parkinson point daggers at her all through the lesson. Not that any of those things were what made the lesson instresting. What made it interesting were the notes that past between her and Draco. And truth be told they were quite funny. It turned out that he was rather witty. Hermione had to suppress a lot of laughs during that class.

Slughorn was rather suspicious of the two. He'd look at one and they'd be quietly laughing to themselves. And then he'd look at both of them and they'd be glaring at each other as usual. He had no idea what was going on.

Ron had been watching Hermione through the class and had noticed the notes but he couldn't tell who they were from, just that they were making her laugh quite a lot. He would find out who those notes were from. Even if he had to take them.

As Ron pondered on the matter of how to find out who the notes were from Hermione was laughing at Malfoy's latest note.

'Hey Granger,

Don't you think Slughorn looks a bit like and Elf? I mean look at his ears.'

At the end of the note there was a small picture of Slughorn in an elf costume. Hermione looked at Slughorn and it was true his ears were rather pointy. She laughed while writing her reply.

'I actually agree. He could be an elf.'

Just as her note reached him the bell went signaling for next class. It was probably one of the funniest classes she'd had that year. She was in a rather good mood when she left the room.

The rest of the day went quiet well. Hermione was quite surprised. Her headache disappeared after lunch. And Harry and Ron were speaking to her again. It was amazing how her mood just transformed in an hour. Harry and Ron were a bit scared of her mood swings but didn't voice this to Hermione because they didn't want to ruin her mood. "So Mione…I see you're feeling better." Said Harry a bit nervously.

"Yes I am. I'm in a fantastic mood now. And I'm uh sorry for being pissy before."

"That's okay Mione. We forgive you. Don't we Ron?" Harry gave Ron a pointed look.

"Uh yeah. We forgive you Mione." Said Ron. But the thing was he was still a bit pissed at her.

"Thanks guys. Well I'm off to the library. See you later." She said brightly before making her way to the library. She wasn't even planing on studying tonight. She just wanted somewhere peaceful to read. And the common room was NOT peaceful. So the library it was.

When she arrived at the library it didn't seem like there were many students in there. A few Hufflepuffs studying at the front tables but that was it. Hermione hardly ever sat at the front of the library. She knew of this corner at the back of the library that had a window seat that looked out over The Black Lake. It was her favourite place to sit. Slowly she made her way to her corner and sat on the seat. Looking out the window she noticed how the sun made the lake sparkle. It didn't really look Black in this light. More grayish silver like fish scales. It was rather pretty. It was early twilight so the sky was an array of bright yellows and oranges. The whole seen was quite beautiful. She thought it looked a bit like a painting she used to have in her bedroom.

She missed her house. Her bedroom, her parents. But Hogwarts was her home away from home and she loved it.

Hermione finally stopped letting her thoughts run away from her and pulled out her book from her bag. She was currently halfway through Pride and Prejudice. It was one of her favourite books and always brought it to Hogwarts with her. She sat reading until the sun went down. She hardly looked up when she was reading so she didn't actually realise it was going into night until the candles lit up. She looked up too find Draco Malfoy sitting in a chair not to far away reading a book. She was surprised she hadn't heard him sit down or anything. Then again she never did notice anything when she was reading. He hadn't noticed her looking at him and was still reading.

She looked at him closely. He had his head bent low over the book that he was engrossed in and his arms resting on the desk. A lose strand of hair was hanging just above his eyes. Hermione wanted to go over and fix it for him. 'He really does look good when he reads.' She thought to herself. Then remembered who she was thinking about and mentally slapped herself. 'Malfoy does not look good when he reads!' She knew she had to stop looking at him so she tried to go back to her book but then she kept comparing Malfoy to Mr. Dracy. So she knew she had to get away from Malfoy. As quietly as she could she put her book and got up. But apparently she wasn't as quiet as she thought. Just as she was passing his table he looked up. "Granger?"

"Yes?" she said politely.

"Where are you going?"

"Umm…Dinner?"

"Dinner isn't for half an hour Granger."

"I want to put my books away?"

"You never put your books away before dinner."

She was taken aback how'd he know that? "How do you know that?"

He didn't answer. "Malfoy. How do you know that I never put my books away before dinner?"

"I just do okay?"

"Okay?"

"Weren't you going to put your books away?"

"Oh yeah. Um. Bye?"

"Bye Granger."She left slightly confused and curious.

A/N: This is the first chapter. R&R please.:)