Disclaimer: All things Harry Potter are J.K's not mine, well except the plot.

A/N: This is all based on my own skewed ideas of what actually happened to Draco in the 6th book. Not only was he under stress from Voldemort…he had something else on his mind. Please review, reviews make my life happier. Let me know if I should keep on with this story or if I should just scrap it. Thanks! O yah, and if you've read the 6th book you'll know this isn't going to end happy…so just warning you.

Chapter One- Introduction

We all know the story of why Draco was so stressed out his sixth year, because of the task he was appointed by Voldemort to do right? Wrong. Unbeknownst by any of his friends, the first week of his summer had changed him. He had made a new friend, one no one would ever expect.

Hermione sat in the common room nervously chewing on her nails as Harry ranted about how Draco must be up to something suspicious. Thankfully Ron wasn't too worried about it so she could brush it off as well. She never wanted them to find out that she knew what he was up to.

"Calm down Harry, I'm sure there is a rational explanation for Draco being nice and disappearing all of the time. You're just doing that whiny PMSing thing where there's got to be an evil plot going on! Did you ever think maybe Draco is just being nice because he feels like it?!" Hermione practically shouted at Harry.

He looked like she had just slapped him in the face "No?" he answered truthfully.

Ron snorted and Hermione stood up with a huff and stormed off to her room. She collapsed on her bed and felt a tear roll down her cheek. She looked at her watch. It was 11, almost time to go. This was getting risky. She hoped Harry and Ron were going to bed soon. She knew she could sneak by if she had to with a charm or two but she was hoping it would be easier than that.

At ten to twelve Hermione crept past her snoring room mates and peered into the common room. The fire was dwindling and there seemed to be no one left in the room. She crept through the portrait hole, earning a stern glance for the Fat Lady and scurried down the hallways trying to avoid Filch and Mrs. Norris. After what seemed like an hour but was only about ten minutes she made it to her destination. She paced back and forth imagining what she wanted and finally saw the door that appeared. She wrenched the door open and tiptoed inside peering into the darkness.

Suddenly she was pushed against the wall and kissed violently. She struggled for a second then relaxed.

"I've missed you." Draco whispered to her.

"I've missed you too. But this is getting risky. Harry won't let up, he knows you are up to something, and it won't take that long until he realizes that something is up with me too, other than homework stress. Ron will never catch on to anything but Harry could cause problems. He's always checking this map and looking for you," Hermione whispered into his chest.

"Pothead won't figure it out, don't worry. I can't think of giving you up now. I miss you all day, especially when you are sitting right there in class and I can't say a word to you. Not to mention the Dark Lord bitching at me all of the time to get on with the Plan, but I don't want to do it. I keep thinking he is going to read my mind and see what we're doing, only Bella's Occlumency lessons have saved me so far, but I don't know how much longer this can last." He held her tightly, not wanting to let go, remembering how they finally got together.

Flashback

It was the beginning of summer holidays and Draco had just been told what he was supposed to do. He was wandering around London in shock and fear. He felt terrible.

He saw a bookshop to the left and hurried inside eager to get away from the crowds. He picked a book off a shelf randomly and hurried to a secluded part of the shop in the back. There was a comfortable leather armchair and a table that he promptly sat down at. He held the book up to his face not reading it, trying to hide the tears that fell. He was Draco Malfoy, he couldn't get caught crying. Malfoys don't cry, as he was always told.

Suddenly he felt eyes on him, and he glanced up from his book to see a bushy haired head peering around the shelf at him.

"What do you want Mudblood?!" he snapped, trying frantically to wipe away the tears.

"Were you crying?" Hermione asked wonderingly.

"No, now leave me along before I hex you to the next century."

"Yes you were. You were crying. I saw you."

"Don't you get the hint when someone wants to be left alone?"

"Why were you crying?" she asked quietly.

"I wasn't! And even if I was, I would never tell a mudblood like you why," Draco answered peevishly.

"Well if you're going to be that rude no wonder you're all alone. I expect no one wants to be around you when you're being such a jackass."

Draco just stared at her in amazement. Had she just called him a jackass? Hermione knew the word jackass?

"I'm sorry," Draco said suddenly.

Hermione turned to look at him, "What did you say?"

"Nothing, never mind, just forget it," Draco spluttered quickly. He wished he could pull the words back into his mouth. How could he have apologized to Granger?!

"You know, I think that's the first nice thing you've ever said to me," Hermione commented absently. "Do you want some company?" she asked quickly, and a faint red tinge appeared on her cheeks.

He thought about it for a minute, looking at her clearly for the first time. She wasn't terrible looking as he'd always figured. Her hair was unruly yes, but she had nice curves and a pretty joyful face.

"Fine, but if anyone sees you we weren't together."

She grinned and grabbed a chair. She sat down across from him and smiled at him. She had a pretty smile. It made her eyes light up and he couldn't help staring for a minute.

End of Flashback

He stared into those same eyes now. It was terrible. He knew he would have to leave her soon. He'd rather that than kill her though.

"Let's just have one last night together," she looked up at him sadly, then smiled seductively.

"I think I can manage that," Draco grinned and torches blazed to life in the room. In the center of the room was a huge four poster bed, adorned with handcuffs on one rail.

She grinned mischievously at him and pushed him backwards onto the bed.

A/N: Okay, first chapter is kind of mushy and lovey dovey but after this there will be more angst and explain more of how they got together. Let me know what you think please.

Much Love

CiCi