Prologue

It was unusual...no, just plain ludicrous how hard Draco's heart was slamming against his breast bone as he looked at her. He placed a sweaty palm over it to still the beating, but it just kept thumping like it was pounding on a nail. Why was he so nervous? Instead of snarky, unattractively arrogant, smug beyond compare—anything but nervous. Bloody hell, he couldn't even look at her.

He heard her feet lightly dusting against the floor as she moved towards him. No, no, no he thought with his eyes glued to the stone tiles that his feet rested upon. He wasn't ready for her to come near him. She would hear the hammering of his heart-how would he ever be able to convince her that he loathed her after that. She stopped right in front of him and he closed his eyes as he breathed her in. She smelt of lilacs and sunshine and the frosty night air. It was so refreshing, so utterly refreshing.

Her hands gently rested on his chest and he froze. He didn't know what to do.

He knew what he wanted to do; he wanted to wind one of the long brown tendrils that brushed against her cheek around his finger. He knew what he should do; he should push her away and hurl an insult so vile in her direction that tears would prick her wide brown eyes. But in this moment, he could not decide between the two.

"Draco?" her voice was like a soothing brook that washed over him—cleansed him.

"Y...you..." he struggled to find his voice, still refusing to look at her. "Why are you here?" he managed, in a strained tone that was so unlike him.

"Why shouldn't I be?"

He sighed heavily. Why couldn't she just leave him alone? "No...you don't understand," he went on, more forcefully this time. Look at her, Draco he coached himself, willing his eyes to travel from his brown patent leather boots to her glowing face. Blimey! She was beautiful. More than beautiful, downright effervescent. The moon bathed her face in a soft, pearlescent glow as it peaked through the arched windows of the atrium.

"I shouldn't feel this way about you," he whispered, more to himself than to her, but she didn't miss a beat.

"What way?" She asked coyly, pressing her body closer to his suggestively.

Any fight he had within him was becoming non-existent the more he felt of her. The side that craved her, that he tried to bury deep down within himself, was clawing its way to his loins.

"Don't...Hermione..." he weakly objected, but she silenced him by enveloping his mouth in a hungry kiss. Her tongue licked the bottom of his lip and he moaned in ecstasy. She had him. She had him and she knew it, and he would never be able to pretend she didn't.

A/N: My first attempt at Harry Potter FanFiction. Never really thought about writing one before, but then I came across this, how they say "Dramione", fic and now I'm hooked. Believe it or not, I never thought of pairing Hermione and Draco together, but I am absolutely in love with the thought. So here is my take on it. Expect a very complex Malfoy with all the quirks, but undeniably charming.

The image for this story came from a Deviant Artist by the username of gothgirl94.