Disclaimer: I sadly DON'T own any of things in this story but the plot sure would love to own Tom Felton though he is so hot did I just say that out loud ooops.

A/N: this is a short couple of chaps so bear with me I decided that it was to short for a lot of chapters. I want you guys to tell me the brutal l truth otay. Her it goes...

The Bed Time Story

Hermione was awakened by the violent kicking in her stomach. She looked over to the muggle clock on her nightstand. '3 o'clock in the morning does this child not have a sense of time' she thought as she rubbed her large 7 month pregnant stomach. She gave a heavy sigh and glanced at the sleeping figure next to her. 'He looked so peaceful when he sleeps' she thought moving a piece of platinum hair that had fallen in his face. He didn't move when she did this she figured it was a good thing because she didn't want to wake him. She slipped quietly out of bed and proceeded to the kitchen for a "midnight" snack.
"Last pint of chunky monkey, yes" Hermione said after a few minutes of rummaging through the kitchen. She grabbed a spoon and sat and indulged in her favorite sweet. 15 minutes later she was crawling quietly back into her bed. Her head had barely hit the pillow when felt arms snaking around her waist, she tensed for a split second and then relaxed when she realized who it was.

"Draco, you startled me I thought you were asleep?" she wispered rolling over to face him

"Sorry love, but you woke me up when you left; so what was tonight's snack?" he asked while drawing patterns on her stomach.

"The last chunky monkey" she said with a smile

"Oh and you didn't save me some; well I guess I'm going to have to get it some other way." he put a mischievous smile on his face and leaned forward. He was an inch from her face when-

"Mummy, Daddy what are you doing?" Draco sat up and looked at the doorway were a 4-year-old girl. She had platinum blond curly hair and pale skin. She was rubbing the sleep out of her brown eyes with one and clutching a brown wore out looking teddy bear in the other.

"Nothing. Alexandra sweetie why are you awake?" Hermione asked

"I had a bad dream. Daddy can you tell me a story?" She asked from the edge of the bed

"Of course angel come on you can come sleep between me and mummy." The little girl scurried onto the bed and snuggled herself between her parents in the blankets. "So what story do you want me to tell you?" He asked looking down at the small child.

"I want to hear the story about you and Mummy falling in love!" She said in utter excitement.

"Alex, we tell you this story every time you have a bad dream don't you want to hear another one?" Hermione asked stroking her daughters hair.

"But that one is my favorite please." She placed a puppy dog pout on her face that she knew would melt her dad's heart.

"'Mione you taught her to pout. There is no way of saying no to that pout and you both know it." Hermione suppressed a laugh as she watched the scene take place. "Okay. It started..." He told the child acceptable fairytale.

(The real story)
'I can't believe what I'm about to do' Draco thought as he walked down the stairs from his Headboy's room. 'Fathers going to kill me if he finds out I need help for Transfiguration. Especially from a mudblood, Yeah she is the smartest in our year but it is mudblood, Golden Gryffindor, Headgirl Granger'
When he entered the common he looked around for Hermione. She was sitting Indian style in the red squashy armchair in front of the fireplace nose in a book. Hermione had changed a lot over the last few years. Her hair was tamed a little and was now silky and cascaded down her back in soft curls. She now, thanks to Ginny, wore outfits that showed off all the curves she had developed. She was by far one of the prettiest girls in Hogwarts, not that any one every said it to bookworm Granger so she never thought she was. Today she was wearing her most comfortable outfit a black spaghetti strap top, flare hip huggers, and black flip-flops. It was a Hogsmead day today so not many of the students were at school today.
Draco had also changed he was no longer the scrawny little ferret from first year, intense Quidditch practice had done him good. He was the hottest boy at Hogwarts, next to Harry of course, so he could get almost any girl. Even his father didn't know that he liked muggle cloths he found them more comfortable than robes. Today he was wearing a tight black T- shirt, which showed off his well-toned body, and loss fit jeans. He had stop gelling his hair back a few years ago it now lay loose around his face. When he saw Hermione he sat in the green armchair across from her.

"Gra-Hermione, I need your help." Draco said after a few minutes of silence. Hermione looked up from her book and looked at him as if he was crazy.

"There are two things that I thought would never come out of you mouth especially in the same sentence." She said with a small laugh

"What?"

"One my name, and two asking me, your worst enemy, for help. Why didn't you ask one of your little cronies."

"Crabbe and Goyle! They are the thickest of thick and Pansy is just as stupid. Plus you are know-it-all Granger for Christ's sake!"

"I guess that is a complement. So what do you need help with?" Draco looked at the floor ' This is so embarrassing asking her for help' 'but if you don't pass Father is going to kill you.'

"I need help in Transfiguration, please help me my father will kill me if don't pass"

"Yeah I'll help you because you said please. We can start tonight at 7 o'clock in here okay sound good?"

"Okay" He stood up and walked back into his room dreading the 7' o'clock.
At 7 o'clock Draco grabbed his books and headed down towards the common room. When he got there Hermione already had her books spread across the table. He sat down next to her and opened the book to what they had done last class.

"Okay Malfoy, as long as I'm going to help you have to stop insulting me and you need to pay attention. All right?"

"Fine, so how do you do this?" he asked staring at what looked like gibberish on the page in front of him.

"Transforming rocks into animal is easy..." she continued talking but none of it seemed to make any sense to Draco, he would just nod and pretend to understand. After about 15 minutes Hermione realized he wasn't listening that he was in his own little train of thought. "Malfoy, are you even paying attention" she waved a hand in front of his face snapping him out of his thoughts. "What were you thinking about?"

"Huh... well actually I was thinking about you" 'wait that didn't come out right' he thought after comprehending what he had just said.

"What do you mean you were thinking about me?" She snapped confusion written on her face.

"Not that way Grange. I was trying to figure out how you bloody remember everything. But that does explain the bushy hair." He smirked 'did I just joke with Granger that was weird'

"Shut up Malfoy," she said playfully punching his arm, "if you haven't noticed my hair hasn't been frizzy for 2 years!" she shoved him almost knocking him over.

"God Granger no need to get violent," he said laughing "I would say you have been hanging out with Potter and Weasley to much."

"Harry and Ron are not the reason I'm violent I grew up with 6 cousins all of which were boys so I have been raised like that."

"So that is why you slapped me in 3rd year. You were being nice" he stated with a smirk.

"No! You were being an ass and I couldn't hold my anger back." She mocked him with her own smirk. "So do have any cousins or siblings you know someone you nice to."

"No both my parents were only children. So I never had anyone my age to play with just my bastard dad and gold digger mum." This statement took even Draco by surprise ' Why did I tell her that she's not going to care. I wish did though...WAIT I didn't just think that what is with me. First I am being civil now I'm hoping that she cares, I have defiantly gone mental.'

"Draco, you parents can't be that bad. I mean you must be exaggerating." She said with a look that said please-say-you-joking.

"No I'm not. My dad doesn't care about me. He only cares that his name and blood move on. And my mum has never been there, she is either on some exotic trip or shopping spree. I swear everything she buys is the same..." He went on for what seemed like eternity, but only about 15 minutes, about how his father was forcing him to be a Death Eater, and how his dad beat him when he didn't do things perfectly. "...and I don't even understand what the difference between purebloods and muggle-borns I mean you are just as smart if not smarter than me..." Draco trailed off realizing what a jerk he had been to her. He didn't have a reason any more. "Hermione I'm so sorry for being such an ass the passed years..." He didn't get to finish Hermione pulled him into tight hug. But this hug was different from any hug he had got before it felt like... like she cared.
Hermione didn't want to let him go she was hard to take away his pain, the pain she now saw in his eyes, now that she had broken the icy shell around them.

"Draco you know I'm her if you want to talk okay. It doesn't matter whe." The chiming of the grandfather clock in the corner interrupted her. "Oh it is late we should go to bed, I will see you tomorrow." She got up and put her things away quickly. She was almost at the stairs when Draco grabbed her wrist.

"Thank you," he said

"For what?"

"For listening, for caring, well for everything."

"You're welcome, good night." She smiled, kissed him on the cheek. And walked up the stairs knowing nothing would be the same.

A/N: so you know what to do push that button and do see it good now tell me the truth what do you think of the first chapter.

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