I didn't exactly realize what I was getting myself into. Personally I didn't think our shameless flirting would lead to a torrid love affair, or that really… we'd ever have a relationship like the one we've got now.

It started with a book. A romance novel to be exact. Yes… I Hermione Granger, queen of studying was reading a romance novel. But come on, what girl can honestly say she hasn't been swept into the imaginary world of Samuel's bulging biceps and rippled stomach, or of Alexander's throbbing erection. But it's the way of the world and I hate to say it, Samuel's 'bulging' biceps, just didn't seem that bulging in comparison to my roommates.

He was hot, sexy, cunning, brilliant… did I mention sexy? He was also the enemy. He donned the robes of a Slytherin, and… was really a Slytherin at heart. Except for one teeny tiny little fact, his father was a spy for the dark side along Hogwarts own, Severus Snape. You heard me right, Lucius Malfoy, Father to the ass hole his self Draco Malfoy, was good. And, Draco did not dream of receiving the dark mark and serving a 'good for nothing bastard', but those were his words… not mine.

Now believe me, when this all began, it wasn't so simple… in fact, when this began Lucius wasn't a spy… just a man with a little too much resentment for his "master" , and Draco wasn't exactly easy to get along with, but let me start telling you the story from the beginning, I really wouldn't want to confuse you. But this is the story of how I, Hermione Granger, fell in love with none other than Draco Malfoy, so I suppose its bound to be slightly confusing.

I, Hermione Granger was furious. How dare he say those things to me, how dare he even get away with it! With out a single glance behind me I stormed from the apartment, off to where I knew they weren't allowed. I stormed into the head compartment and sat down inn a huff.

Ronald Weasley had not just called me stunning, no… that was sick, and then to say I had defiantly improved from the busy hair, and baby fat. I'm sure he meant it as a compliment… but god the bloke didn't even think sometimes.

Reaching into my duffle bag I pulled out my book, Good maybe I could actually get some alone time with Thomas's engorged member. Just as the Lady in red finally revealed herself to him, the door to the compartment swung open, and in strutted Draco Malfoy, a large shiny head boys badge pinned on the front of his robes.

Surprise, surprise.

"Well if it isn't the Gryffindor Princess. Big surprise you got the head girl." He drawled sarcastically. Now… a few years ago, this would boil my blood and I would think irrationally and some lame come back would fly out of my mouth. Sort of like… "You foul, lonesome little cockroach."

But not this time, no… now I days I was coolheaded. Most of the time.

"Aww… Malfoy, did Daddy actually manage to get you the head boy's badge. What did he do? Steal it?"

He snarled, "No my Queen, if you would open your naive little eyes you would realize, that contrary to popular belief, I am the top male in academics in the school."

"Queen? Who died? Wasn't I princess a moment ago?"

Malfoy didn't respond. Instead his eyes were transfixed on something. Something that lay forgotten on the seat beside me. My book, open to the delicious description of the encounter of Thomas Riley and Marla Meyer's.

Before I was able to move the book out of the line of his vision, he snatched it up.

"My my, what do we have here? This is a dirty book Miss. Granger?"

"No." I said, but I felt the blush rise to my cheeks, "Give it back." I snatch at the book with no remorse, he being almost 6 inches taller than me, merely stood up and popped the book open to the page I had been on.

"She tugged at his shirt and freed it from the confine of his pants, ripping the shit open like some wild animal, she ran her hands all over his broad muscular chest." Draco stopped reading and rolled his eyes, "I don't need to go any further, wow… Miss. Perfect here has herself a sex book."

"And what if I do?" I asked.

"Well… then I'd have to asked, do you like it ruff? Cause apparently Miss. Marla here does?"

I smirked and stepped towards him. "And what if I do like it ruff Malfoy." I reached out and toyed with the buttons of his shirt, "What you do about that?" I laced my fingers around his collar and pulled his closer. "Hmmm?" I prodded.

His face was deathly close to mine, but it didn't seem to fluster him in the slightest, reaching behind me he placed his hands on the wall, I was trapped by his arms. "Well Miss. Granger, I may just ask how hard do you like it?"

My arms snaked from the collar of his shit to around his neck, "Believe you me Mr. Malfoy, I like it pretty damn hard."

With that I slipped out from his arms and exited the compartment, letting the door click behind me.

"Hermione" Cried a familiar male voice. "There you are, I've been looking every where." I lifted my head off from against the door where they had been resting. "Listen, I'm sure Ron didn't mean it the way he said it." Harry explained. He took my arm and started to head down the hall. "Please… just don't stay mad at him, you've got all year for that. You know the guy doesn't think before he talks."

"Or think before he does anything for that matter." I told him impatiently.

Harry threw his hands up in defeat, "I won't argue there, now please, wont you just come and sit with us?"

"I suppose I could." And he led the way.

After I repeatedly told Ron I was no longer angry with him, I settled back into the seat to enjoy the rest of the ride. As the ride was coming to a close, there was a knock on the door, before it swung open and revealed Malfoy to the three plus one that were in the compartment.

"Sod off Malfoy you're not wanted here." Ron snapped, issuing him a command. I remained silent.

"Oh Ron cool it, I'm sure Malfoy has a good enough reason to be here." Ginny told her brother sharply, before turning to Malfoy. "Can we help you?"

He sneered, "Yes actually, you can, Granger is needed at the heads compartment for a meeting, along with the Gryffindor prefects, I trust you can get the word to the prefects Weaslette."

Ginny rolled her eyes, "Whatever."

"Oh… and Granger, I recommend you leave your book behind, I'm not so sure McGonagall appreciates that sort of literature in the school."

I looked at him for a moment, "You do, do you? I'll have to keep that in mind all mighty one."

"I see you've finally realized I'm your superior. Good for you Granger…"

"Get out Malfoy. I'll come once I've changed into my robes." He said nothing for a moment, but held my gaze. Finally he turned and left. He has quite a cute butt, I noticed as he exited the door.

As your can see, we didn't have an easy start, but really… who has. Ron and I never did… I supposed Harry and I did… but whatever. But right from day one, there was something different about Malfoy that seemed to ruffle my feathers. Sure he was tall, dark... well no... not really and handsome, but there had been something beneath the surface of his façade. Something I would one day realize… was a little less complex than I thought. But give me time, and I'll take you trough the twisted tale that is a GrangerMalfoy romance.

I'm sure theres more to the story, acctually I promise there is, just bear with me, it make take a while.

I think I'm going to enjoy writing this one. Please, please, please drop me a review I'd love to know what you have to say. It's a bit of a different idea, but I sorta just started writing it a few weeks ago and I thoroughly enjoy it, so I hope you will do, I plan on making this story humours, but intense when it needs to be. I hope like hell you enjoy it.

HELLS ANGEL