Author's Note:

Okay, wow… So, this is my first fanfiction that I'm posting on here. I really hope you guys like it! Please, if you don't, don't take it out on me. Explain nicely what's wrong and I'll see what I can do. Also, let me know if I have any spelling/ grammar errors.

Here we go! This is going to be switching from Hermione to Draco's point of view (first person).

~Chapter 1- Hermione~

I threw my long hair over my shoulder, glancing at the already long scroll of parchment in front of me. I sighed, trying to ignore the thud of the portrait swinging closed. I heard a disgusted snort and tried desperately not to comment.

"Granger, what the hell?"

I looked over my shoulder at Malfoy, "What do you mean?"

He snarled back, stomping over to me, "Oh, you know, just… why the bloody hell is a pair of my boxers on the tip of the Astronomy Tower, flying prouder than a flag? And don't you say you don't know, because you are the only person with access to my room."

"Well, if you're going to insult and embarrass me publicly, how come I can't?" I say, talking about something that happened two days before.

Flashback

Draco stood up in the Great Hall, on the Slytherin table's bench, and called out, "Silence. I'm making an announcement." Conversation died off quickly. I stared at him, dry-mouthed. He wouldn't dare. I thought.

He smirked down at me, glaring at me from the Slytherin table, "Your Head Girl, Hermione Granger, is not who you think she is. How do I know this, you ask? Because… she-"

"Malfoy, do you really wish to threaten me?" I broke in, "Realize it would hurt you much more than me."

"I beg to differ," he responded, "Reputations are important to people like you and I, Granger."

I spat back, "Continue, then. See what they think of Mr. Pureblood- Daddy- Saves- Me- Malfoy then."

Malfoy growled angrily, "Don't. You. Dare. Talk about my father. Mudblood whore!"

"That the best you've got, ferret?"

He stepped onto the Slytherin table and chuckled darkly, "Hardly."

I followed suit, standing on the Gryffindor table. Ron protested weakly as I took out a plate of chicken, "Wanna tell them how you absolutely begged me to-"

"Granger," he warned, "You don't know what you're getting into."

"I know fully well what the bloody hell I'm doing, Malfoy. So, do you want to tell them that you begged me to let you into my room? Or that I talk in my sleep? Or that you yell in yours? Or-"

"That when you talk in your sleep, you always mention my name. Or that you begged me to sleep in your bed when you were scared? Or that, even worse, you woke up crying and begging me to hold you?"

The Gryffindors gasped, Slytherins chuckled, Hufflepuffs sighed delicately, and Ravenclaws just stared.

With a tear in my eye, I finally sighed, "Do you want to tell them about my nightmares too, Draco?" I stepped off the table, grabbed my bag, and ran out of the Great Hall with shame, embarrassment, and tears hot on my trail. I barely registered that I had called him Draco.

End Flashback

"What are you talking about, Granger?" Malfoy questioned stupidly.

"Oh, don't play dumb, Head Boy. Two days ago."

Understanding flickered in his eyes. His grey-silver eyes were the portal into his mind. If you looked anywhere other than that, all you would get was 'I'm better than you' sneers and 'you're an idiot' drawls. He was a few feet away at this point. He flagged his boxers irritably, "That gives you no excuse to put my boxers on the Tower!"

I smiled as I saw a few patches of bird dung, "It gives me every right to do what I want!"

He stepped even closer, and I stood as well, "Granger, you're on eggshells as it is! Couldn't you just-"

"No," I snapped, "I can't just anything until you admit you were wrong for threatening to exploit secrets about me!"

"I'm a Slytherin, sweetheart. It's what I do."

"I am NOT your sweetheart!"

Malfoy closed the remaining distance between us and whispered, "You're right. Because if you were, we wouldn't be at each other's throats… in this sense anyway."

"You're-" I stopped as I realized what he had said, "Wh-what? Are you saying… that you'd like that?"

He stared at my lips and instead of answering, he ducked down. Our lips connected in a hot, passionate binding of skin. I pulled him closer, wrapping my arms tightly around his neck. His tongue poked into my mouth and started a sexy fight with my own. He moaned as I dragged my fingernails through his perfect, white-blond hair.

Suddenly, I realized who I was snogging. I pulled back, panting lightly. He looked at me, his hot breath stimulating my facial skin. I threw myself away from him in disgust. My hands were shaking as I threw all of my stuff into my bag.

"Gr- erm, Hermione. I-"

I snapped out one word. A crisp, clean, angry, "Don't."

"No, really. Just let me-"

"DON'T!" I screamed, "Just don't. Nothing you say can or will change what I feel right now."

"Which is what?" he whispered.

I paused before sighing, "Confusion. Anger. Disgust. I feel dirty… but I'm burning in a whole new sense. I-I feel… complete. Yet, empty at the same time. I don't know what I'm feeling, which is a first. It's dangerous. I can't… I can't do this, Draco. I can't." There it was again: Draco.

I slung my bag over my shoulder and ran upstairs, blowing past the only man I wanted…

The only man I knew I could never have.

A/N:

Hi, again! I hope you guys liked Chapter 1! Next time will be Draco's take on this all. Leave a comment, or a favorite, if you want. If you want me to continue, please tell me so! Normally, it would be a little longer (it's only 3 pages on Google Docs), but I just wanted to get a feel for the story and see what happened. Thanks!