A/N: Right, guys. This is a re-post of a story with a different name. It was, originally,'True Love. Forbidden Love'. But, I've now re-named it 'The Course Of True Love Never Did Run Smooth'.

-Chapter 1: Mistakes. Hermione

I snuggled deeper into my sheets, reaching for my wand underneath the pillow. But something- call it intuition- something told me that something was wrong. Dismissing the thought, I wriggled into a more comfortable position.

But cool skin against mine made me jack-knife into sitting position and examine my surroundings. 'Emerald,' I thought. Something stirred beside me and made me jump. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see a pale white back and a platinum blond head. "Shit," I said and sunk backwards into the emerald green bed sheets. Realising what I needed do, I dressed as quickly as I could, scribbled a note to the person next to me, and crept out of the dormitory as quietly as I could and hurried back to the Gryffindor Common Room, where I, Hermione Granger, belonged.

-Draco

I felt for the warm body beside me and felt nothing but bed sheets. Raising my head slightly, I looked over to the left side of my bed and saw nothing but a tiny piece of parchment. Snatching the short, scribbled note, I felt my heartbeat quicken as I read it:

Malfoy,

I'd really appreciate it if you didn't tell anyone about last night. It was a mistake. A stupid, drunken mistake.

Hermione.'

"Man, even reading her name gives me the chills," I said under my breath. Then the pounding in my head proved too much and I sunk back into my bed, saddened slightly by Granger's hurried, secret departure. My name is Draco Malfoy. I'm a pure-blooded Slytherin and I've just slept with a Muggleborn Gryffindor.

-Hermione

Safe in my own dorm, I began to remember bits of the night before and vowed to take them to the grave.

I walked through the portrait hole and watched the scene that greeted me. Ron, my Ron, wrapped so close to Lavender Brown, it was hard to tell whose hands were whose. I acknowledged Harry and Ginny, turned on my heel and left the Gryffindor common room. I then found myself walking a familiar route, to the Hogwarts Library, my favourite place. Once there, I grabbed my favourite book and settled myself beside a radiator. I think it was sometime before anyone found me.

"Jesus, Granger, bit late for bedtime reading, isn't it?" My head snapped up and I found myself looking into the cold, grey eyes of Draco Malfoy. "What are you doing around the castle at this hour, anyway?" the boy sneered. I looked at him with tear-filled eyes.

"Letting go," I said as Malfoy curled his upper lip and the first of many tears fell. Next thing I knew, he was beside me, dabbing my eyes with a green silk handkerchief.

"Hey, hey. Tell me what's wrong," he said. So I did. I launched into the story of what I seen in the common room. Draco listened and didn't say a word until I was finished speaking.

"Then Ron's a fool. A bloody fool for not seeing how beautiful you really are. He ought to be hung, drawn and quartered for choosing Lavender Brown over you. They say you don't know what you have until it's gone. We'll see if that's true." Then Malfoy did the last thing I expected. He kissed me. Horrified, I pulled away. Only to be drawn back in by those grey eyes of his.

You don't want to know the rest. Trust me. My alarm clock went off the next day and I'd had a fitful night's sleep. Waking up fully, I jumped into sitting position, remembering what happened the night before.

"What's up with you, Hermione? You look like you've seen a ghost," Parvati Patil asked kindly.

"N-Nothing's wrong, P-Parvati. A-A bad dream is all." I stammered back. Parvati gave me a funny look, like she knew I was hiding something. Ugh. Monday morning. I dressed and checked my timetable. Double Potions, with the Slytherins was first, followed by Herbology with the Hufflepuffs and DADA with the Slytherins again. I had a little bit of freedom at lunch, but then it was double Transfiguration with the Slytherins, again. I groaned. Could this day get any worse? I had to spend practically every lesson pretending that last night didn't happen. The only relief I could get was Herbology, DADA, break and lunch. But even then I had to pretend that I hated Malfoy. Which I didn't. But I still had to look as though I hadn't slept with him. Which I had.

-Draco

I awoke and immediately thought about Granger. I had double Potions with those bloody Gryffindors first thing, but I comforted myself with the thought Grang- I have to stop calling her that, but old habits die hard. I comforted myself with the thought that Hermione would be there.

Blaise, my best friend, said, "Hey, Draco, are you getting up or what? We've got Slytherin/Gryffindor Potions first and we don't want to miss a chance to take the piss out of the Mudblood, WeaselBee and Potty, now do we?" "Don't call her Mudblood. She's Granger.' I growled.

"Jeez, Drake. What rattled your cage?" he asked.

"Nothing. I haven't done that Transfiguration essay and McGonagall's almost certainly going to keep me behind." I said, covering my tracks.

"Jesus, Draco, she set that essay a week ago. Why haven't you done it?" Blaise asked, incredulous.

"I've been busy. What's with the interrogation?" I said.

"No one's interrogating you, Draco. What's taken up so much of your time?"

'Oh, nothing. Stalking Granger because I fancy her like mad. Looking forward to every lesson with her so I can stare at the back of her head and fantasize about telling her how much I love her.' I thought. But the word, "Stuff." came out of my mouth. We made our way to breakfast and that was the end of it.