A/N this is my first Harry Potter fanfiction so I hope you guys like it! I don't own Harry Potter. What if Malfoy wasn't all bad? What if he had a nice side? What if Hermione saw it when no one else did? What if he didn't have the mark thing (I forgot the name) review and enjoy!

Chapter one:

Eyes burning with anger, I turned away from Ron and Lavender. I guess I was wrong to assume I meant anything to Ron. Or that we would be going to the Christmas party Professor Slughorn was throwing together. How could I have been so stupid? Fighting back tears I ran from the room and down the long, winding staircase.

I smacked into a tall, weedy figure.

"Granger? Watch where you're going! Oh." His fierce expression hardened, and he steered me to a windowsill and forced me to sit down. I hugged my knees and buried my face in them, the last thing I wanted was Malfoy seeing me cry. He was so insensitive, and a bully. He would use it against me somehow. And what if Harry was right? If Draco was going to be a death eater? But he had such nice eyes.

"Ok, Granger, what's wrong?" he asked me. I looked up, his face wore an expression that was almost kind.

"Ron, he kissed Lavender, and we, we are, were going to Slughorn's party. And now he…" I sobbed and, Malfoy patted my back awkwardly.

"Well, for one, you are much prettier than that stupid Lavender. Besides, he's stupid for not kissing you." He said, awkwardly. Then he pulled me in a sort of hug thing. Only he was squeezing my neck and he stick his head on top of mine.

"Draco, what are you doing?"

"Giving you a friendly hug."

"Well, it hurts." It was also quite nice. Draco's touch on my skin.

"Oh. Well, don't worry, curly top. You're pulled away and stepped back, smiling affectionately. He ruffled my curls just as Harry arrived beside me.

"Well, I'm off. Thanks for reminding me about the homework for potions, Granger."

"No problem, Draco." He walked off, and turned over his shoulder to wink and grin at me.

"What was that? Why are you smiling? I thought you like Ron?" Harry bombarded me with questions.

"One at a time Harry!" I cried, just because I am, let's face it a genius, doesn't mean I can answer three questions at once. Well I can, I just don't want to answer those three.

"Okay, leave it! But Malfoy is a slimeball remember that." He said, his green eyes concerned and worried.

"No Draco isn't!" I yelled in anguish. Realising what I'd done I corrected myself, "I mean, Malfoy isn't all bad, he has a sweet side!"

"Well, I won't take your word for it." Harry said, laughing at his little joke. It wasn't funny.

I sighed heavily and shook my head. Harry might be kind and understanding, but he wouldn't understand this. Hell, I didn't understand this. Harry and I walked in silence up to the common room, then he let me go off to the girls dorm (does she still sleep there? I can't remember, for the sake of this, she does). I got a book, and clabbered into bed, trying really hard not to think about Draco. My mind wondered, regardless. I thought of his wide blue eyes, and how they appeared cold at first. But now I'd gazed into them, I knew they held limitless depth. I thought of the spikes his blonde hair was held in, not gelled, just messy from him running his hands through his hair. I thought of his tall frame, the way he towered above me in a way hardly anyone did. I sighed heavily, and with longing and picked up my quill and some parchment.

To Draco,

Thanks for last night, it helped

Can we talk again? I understand if you don't want to.

Curly top x

I gave the letter to the owl that slept in my dorm for unknown reasons, and it flew to Malfoy. I didn't regret the choice I made.

Third person, Draco's room:

Draco Malfoy sat on his bed, thinking of Hermione. He thought of the way her light brown curls framed her heart shaped face. He sighed in remembrance of the way he'd felt when she touched him. God, did he love the way he felt when he touched her pale skin. And the way his entire soul lit up when he saw her smile, a smile he'd brought to arrive on her soft pink lips. He longed to kiss those lips.

He'd always felt strong attraction to her, he'd fought to hide it when he was younger but now… now he had an urge to make her happy. He realised he was in love with her and always had been. Would she accept him though? After their, colourful, past? Just then a messy tawny owl flew in through his window.

"Hey there little bird." He whispered, stroking the bird and taking the envelope from his beak.

Draco read the letter and tried hard to gasp in amazement. Was he dreaming? He hoped to God he wasn't, he took a nearby quill and parchment and wrote back.

Hermione!!!

Yes, I would love to talk again!!!

Malfoy xxx

He sent off the note and watched the owl fly into the night.

A/N Heya! Hope you liked it! Review!