Disclaimer: I do not own anything from the Harry Potter books, though I would love to own Blaise… he'd look great in my bedroom.

Warnings: this fic MIGHT contain some sexual content later, but it will mostly only hint. There will be mentions of homosexual and similar stuff. If it offends you, don't read it.

A/N To mistake is human. And I'm human, so be nice and don't flame me about my lousy grammar. Please! If there are any big mistakes, though, I'd appreciate if you mentioned them in your review, so I can fix them. Thanks!

1. Draco

It was just another year at Hogwarts, school of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

Another month of unsuccessful trys to humiliate Potter.

Another week of Pansy Parkinson.

Another day of pain.

Draco was sitting on a sofa in the Slytherin common room. He was trying to write his potions homework. Which was pretty difficult, since his hands were shaking like crazy.

He couldn't stand it. He threw the quill in the corner of the common room, where it had stricken Goyle in the neck.

"Ouch!" cried Goyle.

"Sorry Gregory," responded Draco without even looking at his wounded schoolmate. The gasps that followed his reply were no surprise. Everybody knew Draco Malfoy never apologized. But this time he had…something was wrong.

"Are you OK, Drakie?" squealed Pansy. He knew what was coming. She was going to throw herself around his neck, moan sugary words into his shoulder and try to make out with him in front of everybody in the room. Bugger. He really wasn't in the mood for that now…

"Get a grip, Pansy," he said and stood up to leave.

"But, Drackie…"whimpered Pansy. "Where are you going?"

"To the library!" he scowled and shot the door loudly behind him. He could hear his heart beat like Notre dame bells while he was walking to the library. Not heavenly but so loud that he'll probably be deaf in no time.

As if it wanted to break free.

Out of the pain.

Draco felt deeply relived as he entered the library. All the books were there as they should be and the essence of knowledge that soared out of them made him feel at home. Not the home he had with his parents. But the home he was searching for all his life. A home, where there were books, knowledge, warmth, and that mudblood Gra…oh, and there she was. Sticking her nose in a book that probably weighed about ten pounds. He went to her. He knew she would not hear him. She was too deep inside her readings to hear or see anything around her.

He leaned across the desk and read the title of the book. And it stroke him like lightning. How to make that blonde notice you? He could have sworn he screamed that title out loud. But he didn't. It was his soul that was screaming. Shouting: What the hell is that, Granger! But he must have made some voice. Because she looked up, and gasped.

"What are you doing here?" she said angrily, trying to hide the book under the table.

"Why, Granger, this is a library, isn't it? Everyone is allowed in here!" he laughed, trying to hide his emotions and his pain.

"Well, Malfoy, I'm off then!" she pouted and headed to the exit.

He couldn't help not to notice how cute she was with that pout.

"Hermione, wait!" he called.

She stopped and turned back to him. "Could you repeat that?"

"Wait?" he asked surprised.

"No," said Hermione and suddenly smiled. "The part, where you said my name."

Draco felt as if he was just lifted off the floor. God, was she pretty when she smiled like that. He smirked and said: "Hermione."

She blushed! Draco burst into laughter. She gave him a disgusted glare and walked to the door.

"Wait, Herm!" he ran to her, took her hand and pulled her away from the door. "Now, tell me, which blonde are you trying to impress?"

"Why, the hell, should I tell you?" scowled Hermione.

"Because…because I'm…OK, I can't remember any good reasons now, but I'm sure, I'll get on to something…" Hermione gave him another angry glare, then reached for his hair with her hand and pulled it hard.

"OUCH!" he screamed.

"Whose hair?" she asked.

"Mine!" he said still clinged to his aching head.

"Color?" she asked.

He looked up in her eyes: "Blonde?" As he said that she ran out of the room and he was alone again. He just stood there and watched her leave. He couldn't move. The pain in his spine became too hard for him. He fell on the floor and everything went dark.

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A/N yeah, yeah, I know...so cliché. So what! I like it if he calls her by her first name. And I couldn't think of another way for her to take notice of him. Damn me, curse me, but please, review. :)