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Hermione POV

Oh, she was in so much trouble. She had been running from some of the Slytherins, because they were being mean to her, and ended up in a corridor that she had never seen before. She had gotten lost, and it had actually been a couple of hours since she started. She kept running, sure that she heard Filch's wheezy breaths behind her, and suddenly, a picture swung open right in front of her. She screeched to a stop, and stayed as quiet as she could, as some young witches scrambled out of the portrait hole. Thankfully, they turned the other way, muttering something about how they were going to get Mrs. Norris. She heard Filch turn the corner, and made a split second decision.

She climbed in.

As the painting swung shut behind her, she took in her surroundings. Everything was green and silver.

"Oh, sh*t." She whispered to herself. She was in the Slytherin common room.

The fire in the fireplace was low, meaning that everyone was asleep. Everyone, except one person.
Draco Malfoy.
The person she loathed, hated, despised, and wished was dead.
And He was sitting across the room from her, reading a newspaper.
Oh, and he also just happened to be wearing only a towel around his waist, and his hair was sopping wet, like he had just taken a shower.
Yippee.

Suddenly, he looked up, and his eyes got as wide as dinner plates.

"What the-!?" He yelled, then clapped a hand over his mouth. But it was too late. The damage was done. A commotion occurred upstairs, and then footsteps coming down the steps. He ran to her, pulled her towards him, and put a hand over her mouth right as she was going to say something. She flinched at the touch of his bare skin.

He looked to the staircase, and then back at Hermione. He grabbed her and threw her behind the couch. All the books spilled from her arms. Seconds later, Crabbe and Goyle came tromping down the stairs.

"Whazgoinon?" Goyle slurred, rubbing his eyes.

"Nothing." Draco said. "Just a bad dream."

Crabbe and Goyle started mumbling about being woken up for nothing, but they reluctantly went back upstairs.

Draco sighed in relief. Then he looked back at Hermione and helped her up.

"Sorry." He said.

"Uh…..sure." she said, staring at his chest. He noticed where her gaze was directed, and smirked.

"Like what you see?" She blushed madly and looked away. He laughed. He looked nicer when he wasn't glaring at her.

He glanced nervously up the stairs. "You should go." He pushed her gently towards the back of the painting.

"But, what about-" she started.

"I'll meet you by your common room door- yes, I know where it is- and bring you your books. See you in the morning. Now go!"

She jumped out of the portrait hole, and whispered, "Thanks."

He mouthed back, "No prob." She slowly walked back to her common room, pondering the nights events. Why was he being so frickin' nice? Normally, he bullied her, and she never forgot that one time, the worst time, where he broke her arm beyond wizarding repair. She had had to wait months before she could take the muggle cast off. She had a lot of time to think then, and decided that she was going to hate him eternally. Or would she?

Draco POV

He was mortified. Hermione Granger, the mudblood, had seen him almost naked. Great. Now she would tell everyone how Draco Malfoy, the Slytherin, wore towels, on couches, after showers, while reading the Daily Prophet. So what if he did? Also, she just had to have a perfect body, that fit right into his. Great.

"I hate my life!" He screamed inside his head. He kicked some furniture, and then caught sight of her books. He walked over to them and gathered them together. He sat down and opened them. Immediately, he saw that she had taken notes all over the books pages. He traced his hand over her writing. He liked how it was all loopy. He saw a heart doodled on one of the pages, and felt a surge of jealousy. Wait, why? It wasn't like he was in love with her. Or was he…No. No, he could not have feelings for a mudblood. What would his parents say?
Probably something like, "A mudblood!? She probably got her friends to put a spell on you, filthy muggle that she is."
Also, she probably hated him. Ever since he met her, he had insulted her, teased her, bullied her, and hurt her emotionally and physically.

Flashback

"Get away from me, Malfoy!"

"What's wrong Mudblood? Oh, I know. It's because your filthy wizard friends aren't here to protect you, blood traitors that they are." He sneered at her, enjoying her misery.

"Draco-" she began.

"No! You don't get to call me by my first name, filthy muggle born. That is reserved only for wizards of pure blood, who aren't blood traitors like Potty and the Weasel." He grabbed her, and shoved her to the ground, straight into a puddle of water. She gasped, and started shivering. He snapped his fingers, and Crabbe and Goyle pushed her against the wall, roughly. He head hit the wall with a crack, and she cried out in pain.

He smirked, and the fear in her eyes made her look like a deer caught in the headlights. He ran a finger down the side of her face, and sneered, "You are a mudblood. You do not trip me or push me, even if it is accidental. Ever." He pushed her sideways, and her arm twisted sickeningly under her. She let out a scream, muffled by the tears wracking her body.

ß-à

Inside, her cries of pain were killing him. He had almost always had a crush on Hermione Granger, and he always managed to ruin her chances with him. As he exited the cavern, he ran over to the boys bathroom that no one used, and locked the door behind him. Then he collapsed on the floor, shaking with tears. Why? Why was his life so miserable? He didn't want to do this. Not to her. He hated his father, who abused him mentally. The Imperius curse was his specialty, and he occasionally did it to Draco when he wanted something done.

End Flashback

Back to the present, He had been staring at the heart, and thought that he saw two crossed out and erased initials inside of the heart. He peered closer at it and got a clear view. D. M.

The Next Morning

Harry POV

He was exiting the common room when he saw him. Malfoy. Just leaning casually against the wall right next to the portrait hole.

"What the hell are you doing here, Malfoy?!" He growled.

Draco smirked. "It's not for you, I'm waiting for someone. So buzz off, Potter."

"No, you don't tell me what to do. Who are you waiting for?" He said.

Just then, Hermione came through the portrait hole. She saw Malfoy and smiled. "Oh, hey Dra- Malfoy." She said.

He smiled. Not smirked, smiled. "It's ok. You can call me by my first name. I don't mind."

Harry watched all this with an open mouth. "Wait. Hermione!? What are you doing with this..this… ferret face?"

Hermione blushed. "Well, I accidently found the Slytherin common room, and I went inside, and he was there, and….um….. I left my books there and he came to bring them back. Harry peered at Malfoy. Was he blushing? His cheeks were slightly more colored than the rest of his face. Huh. Weird.

Malfoy held out her books. "So, um, here you go. See you in class!" And he sped off down the corridor. Something was definitely going on here.

He turned to Hermione. "Don't trust him. I don't like him. He could hurt you."

She smiled sadly. "I know. And I'm not saying that I'm friends with him, I just am surprised that he was nice to me yesterday, and I want to make the most of it."

Harry squinted after Draco. "Ok, but…. Just be careful."

She gave him a hug. "I know. See you later!"

Harry walked to his next class, pondering what was going on. "Ah, well. If anything is going on, Hermione would tell me." He walked to class, confident that nothing would ever take place between Draco and Hermione.

So, thats chapter one. Again, REVIEW! And tell me this, would you rather have a slow building dramione or an immediate one? Thanks! Check back soon for chapter 2!