This is my first fanfiction so please don't be tooo harsh on me. :)
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or and characters from J.K Rowlings series.

The Hogwarts library was quite large and sported many windows but it was by the smallest one at the very back of the library Hermione and Draco could often be found working. It had started when they both needed the same section of books housed there.

Hermione was spread out over the window seat when her books were pushed to the ground by a smirking Draco Malfoy. "I think you'll see that's my spot, Mudblood."

Waving her wand to bring all the books back to their spots and the seat she glared at Draco. "Go die in a hole Malfoy!" she growled at him while thinking of a spell to make him leave. "Ferrets are not welcome."

The arguing continued until eventually Draco grabbed the books he needed and moved to the next seat, stealing a few books from Hermione's pile in the meantime.

After a few weeks of this continued bickering they slowly moved into a tolerant state where they could say a few sentences without a full out brawl.

"Pass that book for me, could you?" Draco said indicating to a book that was on Hermione's side of the window seat. With out looking up she complied.

After some more time the actually started to have small conversations about random subjects which eventually became more personal and warm.

"So, what's going on between you and Ron?" Draco asked in return to her question about Pansy and himself.

"I used to sort of fancy him but now I see him as the dorky brother type he is. What do you think about question six on yesterday's potions written exam?"

When they realized that they had somehow become friends they decided to keep it a secret and to keep insulting each other, as Hogwarts was not ready for the shock that would ensue if they came clean.

"Let all insults henceforth be disclaimed and for amusements sake only."

"Deal."

They had developed a steady and easy relationship and they continued to visit the small window seat at the back of the library long after their assignments were finished. They also never let a chance to 'hate' each other in public go by, and developed an 'insult code' to tell each other when they planned to visit the library.

"Out of the way Granger."

"You moved in my way Malfoy!"

"Mudblood!"

"Ferret!"

"Move it!"

"Crawl in a hole and DIE!"

Bumping past each other they touched and both mentally translated into 'Will be late today, but not to long, see you later.'

But on the day before the Christmas break everything changed...

Hermione was sitting at the Gryfindor table eating her toast when the morning owls flew in and a letter was dropped on her plate. Smiling when she saw that it was from her parents she held her toast in her mouth as she opened it. Her smile turned to a frown as she read it once, the toast fell out of her mouth the second time she read it and the third time she let out a painful wail and ran from the room.

Ron and Harry were slow to move and by the time they got up to follow her they had no clue of the direction she had gone. The were to busy thinking of a plan of searching that they missed Draco sneaking out the hall and towards the library.

Sure enough when Draco got to the back of the library he found her sitting at the window seat curled in a ball sobbing. Silently he went over to her and put his arm over her shoulders and waited for her to calm down while stroking her hair.

After ten minutes he was snapped out of the daze he had entered when she finally spoke. "He was my grandfather. I should have asked." Realizing that he would be confused about what she was on about she started to elaborate, "My grandfather and I have always been close and I just found out he died of a muggle disease yesterday. I never even asked how he was and I didn't even plan to go home this holiday!"

She burst into tears again and Draco started telling her about how unloving his family is and how she is lucky that she cares. She looked up at him and tried to smile and thank him when he lent down and wiped away her tears with his finger impulsively.

Smiling wobbly she lent into him and snuggled up just as impulsively. Turning her head up to him again she asked a question which he never would have expected, "Will you come to the funeral with me? Maybe stay for the holiday?" Surprising her he replied the affirmative.

She shifted her position and closed the distance between their mouths and kissed him. Just as the kiss started to deepen they heard a thunk, a yell of shock and a chough.

Turning towards the noise they found an unconscious Ron, a freaked out Harry and an amused Ginny.

Wiping the last of the traces of tears off of Hermione's face Draco got up with a slight smirk, winked at Hermione and stepped over Ron.

"You little missy have some explaining to do!" Ginny said accusingly as Harry nodded in agreement.

"Well it all started when...

"That was a very touching speech Hermione." A pudgy woman said while staring funnily at Draco, "Who is this handsome young lad?"

"Thank you Aunt Fiona. This is Draco, a friend of mine from school." Hermione chuckled at Draco's obvious unsettlement.

"You have such a good family." Draco said once 'Aunt Fiona' had moved away. "You are all so close."

She smiled and nodded while in the background a group of men could be heard lifting their glasses and exclaiming 'For Pop'.

"Maybe one day I'll have one just like it." He said as Hermione's mother changed the song.

"Maybe you will." Hermione said smiling as she pulled Draco to the dance floor. "I've never wanted any different."