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OH ! and i should proabably say that this is after the war, and Harry and Ronald aren't with Hermione or anything. K cool :)
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1. The First Meeting

IT FELT GOOD to be waking up back in the castle again, Hermione Granger thought to herself the morning after everyone had arrived back at Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry for the New Year. She wandered the halls on her own, this time, doing her duties as Head Girl. She watched as the first years ran in small groups looking for the right classrooms and helping each other when one dropped their books. She smiled to herself, remembering all those years ago when that was her and her two best friends Ron Weasley and Harry Potter. A small Gryffindor girl approached Hermione with a scared look on her face.

"Um Excuse me," She squeaked in a shaky voice, tugging on Hermione's robes slightly. She held her timetable to show Hermione. "Where do i go for Charms class?" She asked in the same high pitched voice. Hermione smiled down at the girl as she reminded her of a young version of herself.

"Second floor, third corridor and fourth classroom on the left," She instructed the girl with the same grin on her face. "Thank you!" The girl said as she hurried off to the stair cases.

"First years these days," a familiar voice sneered from behind her. She narrowed her eyes and heaved a sigh before turning around.

"What now, Malfoy?" she asked, making it clear she didn't care for his presence. She rolled her eyes as Draco Malfoy continued to smirk at her as he walked toward her. She spent the past six years tolerating his bullying, name-calling and snide comments and now, to make matters worse, he was also Head Boy, meaning they had to share a common room together for a whole year. A whole freaking year, Hermione thought to herself angrily.

Draco had found himself right in front of Hermione, less than a foot away from her, just close enough to smell the light perfume she had used. Roses? He wondered silently. Before speaking again, he took a good look at this girl he had spent six years tormenting. When did she get so... so... beautiful? He asked, simply bewildered at her perfectly waved hair and deep chocolate eyes. She looked so different to the girl he was used to harassing. Quickly, he snapped back to reality and remembered what he was doing, careful to keep hidden his private thoughts.

"Oh c'mon, Granger. Don't be like that," He said quietly looking at her pouted lips with a grin tugging at the corner of his own as he tucked a strand of Hermione's loose hair behind her ear. She flinched at the contact but merely glared in response. Draco wasn't sure what he was doing, but he leant forward slightly even more, brushing his nose past her lips by millimetres, the whispered in her ear. "Don't we have free periods this morning? Me and you, all alone in our common room. See you soon,"

Chills ran down her spine as Hermione breathed in Malfoy's scent and listened to his every word. When did he get so... so... charming? She thought to herself, then kicking herself mentally when the thoughts continued. What happened to the git i punched in third year? He's been replaced with this... handsome... man... She gulped down nothing in particular as Malfoy brushed his lips across her ear before stalking off to the Head's common room. Hermione quickly reminded herself where she was and who she had just encountered.

"Oh joy," She muttered, rolling her eyes again and stomping her way back to where she'd came from, the library of course, to collect her books.

On her way to the Head's Quarters, she couldn't help but lose herself in past memories. It was simply unbelievable to think that she had met Mr. Draco Malfoy prior to their first year at Hogwarts. It had been just a year before that year, in Muggle London.

"Mum please! He looks lost; can we just see where his parents are?" A 10 year old Hermione asked her parents, eyeing a blonde boy about her age, sulking out the front of a very dark looking shop. "Maybe... maybe he's just lost, o-or maybe his parents just left him there..." She said more to herself than anyone.

Hermione looked both ways before crossing the street, her brown curly hair bouncing around her face with every step. She straightened out her pleated skirt along the way and tried to make do with flattening as much of her hair as she could before giving up and tying it back into a loose bun. She plastered a small, gracious smile onto her lips and tried to come across as welcoming as she could. She could see that the boy was definitely about her age, maybe a couple months older. His hair was a platinum blonde, cut and styled quite formally. He wore black everything from his black leather shoes to his black tie and button down shirt and dress pants. But as Hermione got closer, she could see he was quite a handsome boy. 'If only he'd smile, he'd be perfect...' she thought dreamily to herself.

As Hermione approached him, she noticed that even at their young age, he was quite tall; taller that herself by about a foot. 'Perfect...' she thought once again.

"Excuse me," she said softly but loud enough to catch his attention. "Are you okay?" She gave him a shy smile, hoping he would speak.

"Yes, I'm fine." He said, returning the awkward smile.

"You just looked a little lost," Hermione continued as she became more confident. She shrugged, "I thought maybe you weren't from here."

The boy looked at her again, smiling a little more. "I'm not, but my mum is in there." He said pointing to a clothing store nearby.

"I guess it's a bit uncomfortable waiting outside a woman's store," she said giggling nervously. The boy chuckled with her and nodded. "I don't exactly want to be seen with my mum when she comes out with god knows what," he added grinning widely at Hermione and burying his hands deep in his pockets. Hermione blushed slightly as he looked at her and began to shuffle her feet slightly.

"So you said you weren't from around here," She said breaking a slight tension. "Where are you from?" she asked. He shrugged, not wanting to lie. He actually was from London, just not this part. As far as he knew, this brown eyed girl was a Muggle, so she could know nothing of the wizarding world he was from. "I uhh, I'm from a different part of London." He concluded was a safe answer. The girl nodded and kept her eyes on the ground in front of his feet. 'Or maybe me shoes?' he wondered.

She was very pretty, he decided in his head, as far as Muggles went. Nice brown hair with chocolate brown eyes to match. Her white button up blouse was just light enough to see her yellow camisole underneath. Her green pleated skirt settled just above her knee and her legs were tanned. Her loafers matched the outfit perfectly and before he could say 'Merlin' he was smirking at her.

"You're very pretty," he said subconsciously. Hermione's cheeks grew a deep red and she giggled. "Thanks, you're not so bad on the eyes yourself." She replied. He grinned at her and stepped a little closer. "I'm Draco, by the way." He said extending his hand for her to shake. "Draco Malfoy."

Hermione took his hand and shook it slowly, admiring his unusual but fitting name. "Hermione," She said softly. "Hermione Granger." Draco let go of her hand reluctantly as a woman across the street called her name.

"Come on Hermione, We're going to miss our Train home!" Her mother called. Hermione looked over at her parents sadly and then turned back to Draco. "Well, I better get going," She said keeping her head down. "It was nice meeting you, Draco. Maybe we'll see each other again sometime."

Draco nodded sadly and stepped back to his original spot, waving slowly and small as he watched Hermione run back across the road to her mum and dad. "One day..." He muttered quietly to himself.

Hermione reached the large painting of ancient wedding scene on the second floor after her long thinking session. "Reditus," she said and the portrait opened up. She climbed through, taking her time as she didn't really want to spend her morning with Malfoy. When she got all the way through, she gawked in amazement. The room wasn't overly large but it wasn't totally small either. There was a small Kitchenette to her right and a living area with a large couch and a fireplace on her left. In front of her, there were two doors with their names on it and there was a bookshelf stacked with all sorts of novels and information in between. "Wow," She whispered.

"Nice, isn't it?" Malfoy's voice called from the couch. Hermione jumped, she hadn't noticed him sitting there when she'd walked in. He got up, not taking his eyes off her, and leaned against the back of the couch.

"Yeah," She agreed walking toward her door, doing her best to ignore the fact that she had a whole year to put up with that. She had just reached out for the handle when he spoke again.

"It's too bad we have to share a bathroom," he said, amusement thick in his voice. Hermione didn't have to look at him to know he was smirking. "You've got to be kidding me." She said loudly before throwing her head back, groaning and disappearing into her room as she slammed the door shut behind her. Draco laughed and sat back down in front of the fire.

Hermione's bedroom was exactly what she'd dreamed of all her life. There was a large four-poster bed on the far wall with sheets and bedspreads the colours of the Gryffindor house, bookshelves covering every wall and a desk on her left. There was also a small chandelier hanging from the roof and magical candles hovering over-head just like in the Great hall. "It's perfect!" She squealed quietly, walking straight past the door on her right and forgetting about Malfoy's comment about the bathroom.

Draco vaguely heard her small squeal of excitement and chuckled to himself. She's so cute sometimes, he thought. What am i thinking? He thought again, shocked at his previous mental comment. For a moment, Draco was beginning to think he was falling for Granger. It had to be impossible, as far as the world knew; they thought that he didn't know her first name let alone have feelings for her. He decided to make up his mind about her, he'd torment her some more. Just for old times' sake, he comforted himself silently. He went into his bedroom; the walls also lined with book shelves and a desk, and sat on his Slytherin inspired bed while he thought of what he was going to say. But before he could think of anything, his mind began to wonder. Since when did Granger make me speechless? He wondered as a frown etched its way to his face. I know, another voice chimed. She's gorgeous, unlike any other. Don't deny it, you're picturing it now. You and Granger... forever...

Draco shook his head frantically and fell back onto his bed. "No way in hell," he murmured to himself. "She's... she's a Mud..." He began to say, but he couldn't bring himself to do it. "She's a freaking beauty," he grumbled as he got up again and knocked on the door to the bathroom, not bothering to wait for a reply. He decided that a hot shower would clear his mind and would bring back the old Draco, getting rid of the Granger-obsessed one that seemed to have taken over his every thought. But before he could think any further, a loud scream filled his ears as soon as he'd shut the door behind him.

"DRACO, WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?" a very naked Hermione screeched at him. She was quickly wrapping herself in a towel before shutting the water back off. Draco was too much in shock to respond, leaving his mouth hanging open in the shape of an 'O'. "Um..." Was all he said, staring at the show of Hermione's curves even through the towel. Hermione glared at him at first but noticed his eyes walking over her body. She began to blush as shuffle her bare feet. Keeping her eyes on the ground, she felt like that first day she met him all those years ago – especially when she saw a smirk grow on his face. She cleared her throat and tried again.

"Ma-Malfoy, seriously, what the hell? I'm sort of... busy," She stuttered self-consciously. Draco saw her cheeks grow from her normal olive tone to as red as a tomato and he chuckled as he started to advance toward her. She saw him stepping closer and she stepped back.

"Busy? Oh i can see that," Draco smirked as he continued to walk in her direction. As long as he kept walking forward, Hermione was walking backwards. This bathroom was different to what she was used to; the shower was just an open space in between two tiled walls, no step and no curtain. So Malfoy was forcing her into the showering area she was about to use before he so rudely barged in.

"M-M-Malfoy... I-I-I... I'm not decent," She stammered as her the cold tiled wall. Draco stopped when he was just a foot away from her perfectly peached lips. He was still smirking away. He tried to fight back his urge to laugh at this point and cleared his throat before speaking. "Not decent? And what were to happen if i just..." He put one hand on the wall next to her head and the other on the bottom hem of the towel she was trying so hard to keep held up.

Hermione glared daggers at him, straight in the eye. She saw the grin tugging at the corners of his mouth and for a moment, she found herself staring greedily at his full lips. She traced every feature of his face with her eyes, stopping at his silvery coloured eyes. Her glare softened slightly, turning into silent pleads. Draco just stared into her eyes with amusement.

"Please don't," she said softly, closing her eyes slowly and praying to god that Draco Malfoy wouldn't see her full figure with all skin exposed. As she pleaded with the Lord God, she began to care less and less, and her mind floated toward the image of the boy... the man standing in front of her. Oh, Merlin's pants, she thought to herself. I'm getting a crush on Draco Bloody Malfoy. She bit down on her lips, hoping like hell she didn't say anything out loud.

Draco watched her carefully as she shut her eyes and began to wish that he was the one biting her lip. He inched his way closer to her face and became very serious in his thoughts. When he looked at Granger, his heart skipped a beat. And when he heard her voice, he hung on her every word. He decided to take a chance and brushed his lips past her ear.

"Do you believe people can change?" He whispered, bringing the hand he had at the bottom of her towel to her waist and held her tight. Her opinion meant everything to him.

"If you mean ex-secret-death-eaters who harassed people like me for six years such as yourself," Hermione began, whispering back at him and bringing one hand to his collar. "Then yes,"

What are you saying? A voice in her head protested. She was letting her sudden feelings for Draco change everything he'd ever done to her. He made her cry several times over the past six years.

A smile tugged at the corners of Draco's mouth once again. "Really?" He asked again, placing the softest of kisses on her cheek as she trailed her hand from his collar, over his chest and to the wall behind her – still holding her towel up as tight and as high as she could.

"Yes," She said, brushing her own lips past his ear. "But not in one day... Ferret." And with that, her hand was on the tap handle next to her and twisting it downward so they were both confronted with warm water from above.

Draco closed his eyes and shook his head as the water soaked him from head to toe. He pursed his lips and opened his eyes to find Hermione using his signature smirk. Damn you Granger, he cursed in his head silently. Now you're naked AND wet.

He smirked back and shook his head again. "Bad move, Granger." He sneered. In one swift movement he had Hermione's body three feet from the now wet floor, resting on his arm while his other hand was prying her fingers one by one from her dripping towel. Hermione's face went from a fierce smirk to shock in a heartbeat.

"I clearly didn't think that through," she said as she tried to hide a girlish giggle and failing miserably.