You made your way down to breakfast alone. The boys hadn't been in the common room and so you figured that they would be down at breakfast already. You turned the corner and saw Malfoy leaning against the wall, thinking.

"Don't pretend to be thinking Malfoy we all know that you don't have a brain." You said. He pushed himself off the wall and blocked your way, smirking down at you.

"Granger, just the person I wanted to see." He said; his face inches away from yours.

"Malfoy, what on earth are you doing?" you asked, stepping back so that you weren't so close. He remained where he was.

"What are you doing?"

"I am making my way down to breakfast, if you must know." You said, stepping to the side and trying to pass him, but he put his arm out to the wall and blocked the way.

"And I am your detour."

"What the heck Malfoy?!" you stepped back once again.

"Have you ever heard the saying 'opposites attract'?"

"Of course I have Malfoy. What are you getting at?"

"I know you are attracted to me Hermione." He took a step closer.

"I am the farthest thing from it Malfoy." You stepped back away from him.

"The farthest thing, Hermione?" He said, cornering you. You felt the cold stone wall behind you and looked up harshly into his eyes. "I think you're the closest thing." You could feel his breath on your cheek as he placed his hands on your hips. You wiggled to get free, but he would not let go.

"Leave me alone Draco." You said quietly, your book bag falling off your shoulder and making a loud bang on the floor. He smirked and took one hand off your hip to take his bag off of his shoulder as well. He then put his hand on your waist. You had inhaled but now your breath seemed caught. You looked up at him, shocked and somehow you knew that he wasn't going to leave.

He slowly leaned his head in towards you and you tried to keep away, but you felt the corner of the wall with the back of your head. You watched him close his eyes and suddenly felt his cold lips press against yours. You felt something like electricity pass between the two of you and you squealed. Draco pulled out and the two of you panted for breath, your eyes wide.

"What was?" you started.

"That was…" He still had you cornered in. You looked softly into each other's eyes. For the first time, you didn't see Draco Malfoy, the enemy in every way. You saw a Slytherin, yes, but someone with feelings. He suddenly came down to you once more, with pure passion in his kiss. You could not help but kiss him back. You felt your arms going up around his neck involuntary as he brought his second hand to your waist.

Time passed and Draco pulled out of the kiss. Took his hands off your waist and put them up on the wall. Looking down, he whispered something that you couldn't interpret because you didn't know French.

"Malfoy, elle est un mudblood!"

"What did you say?" You asked, taking your arms down from around his neck. He looked back up and into your eyes, you were both breathing deeply. He quickly came down once more, this time harshly and he pulled out, as if wanting to continue but being pulled back by an unseen force. He licked his lips to savour the taste, and you found yourself involuntarily doing the same thing.

"See you around Granger." And just like that he picked up his book bag and strutted down the hall. You brought your hand up to cover your gaping mouth. Looking away from his retreating figure, you picked up your bag and ran down the other hallway, away from him. But you couldn't help your frustration. You stopped and leaned against the wall, bringing your hands up to your head in an attempt to pull out your hair.

"Why did that have to be so… wonderful?" you asked, looking down at the floor.

Hermione was so confused. She stood there in the hallway unable to know if she was thinking clearly. She heard a noise coming from back up the hallway where she had run from. She quickly got off the wall and looked to see who it was. She only caught the slightest glimpse of pure white skin and platinum blonde hair before it disappeared.

"We can't… it's not right." Hermione looked back down at the floor once more. She looked back up a few seconds later and saw Draco standing there once more. "We can't." She repeated.

"Maybe we… I can't help it." He looked deep into her eyes. "I - Je crois que je vous aime"

"Draco I don't speak French."

"I…" He took a deep breath, stepping forward and running a hand through Hermione's hair. "I think I love you." He closed in again and softly kissed her rose coloured lips.