Chapter One - It's Going To Be Difficult

Draco

I see her crying most nights, no-one notices that I'm here most nights. Only Granger knows the piece and quiet of the library. She comes storming in most nights, grabs a few books from the shelves and opens then fully intended on studying. I remember the night she stopped studying.

I heard it too. Them, Weasley and Lavender Brown. Weasley was more pathetic that I had originally thought. I saw them come in through the side door, into the restricted section, where Granger was Currently sitting in the dark. I was around the corner of a bookshelf where no-one could see me, but I could see everyone. Weasley had Lavender up against a bookshelf when a book flew across the room. The charms book landed right square into the back of Weasley's head.

This caused him to headbutt Lavender, I laughed at this point, but Hermoine was yelling too much for anyone to hear me, usually I would have followed Weasley out of the room to tease him and Lavender but as I was about to leave I saw Hermoine sit back down.

I had never seen something so purely human before. She cried, it wasn't the tears of someone that was angry or sad. They were tears that I myself knew all to well.

Pain, the pain of loving someone so much. She didn't see me walk up to her.

Hermoine

It hurt so much, my cracked ribs from the previous night's DA meeting hurt so much, but that wasn't why I was crying. Ron had said that he would meet me in the restricted section, I thought he was going to apologize for being an arse, but he had forgotten, and instead shoved his tongue down Lavander Browns throat.

I didn't see Draco sit down, but I heard his soft silky voice, "Are you okay Hermoine?" I was shocked at the sound, it wasn't like I had spent the past years hating this boy for being in Slytherin. Well, hate was a strong way of putting it, I pitied him, Draco was as I had seen in my past years, loyal, he didn't go around betraying his friends.

I wiped my eyes and before the tears could come back I composed myself, "I'm fine, thank-you Draco." I packed up my books and headed for the exit.

"He doesn't deserve you Hermoine, neither does Pot- Harry. If I was them I would never let you study alone in the library, I wouldn't leave you for Lavander Brown, that would be stupid."

"You know Draco, that is the nicest thing you have ever said to me." And with that I left the library in a hurry.

Draco

I watched her leave, I wanted to follow her. I remember the first letter I wrote to my father, I told him about Potter, and his little Muggle-born Friend and how brilliant she was. The reply I got back was a howler, I opened it in my room. I can't remember every word of it but I remember the part about how Hermoine Granger is a Mudblood and if I spoke about her anymore I would have to denounce my family name.

I said to myself over and over that night, 'Filthy Mudblood, Filthy Modblood…' I even told Crabbe and Goyle about how wrong it was to be at Hogwarts with a Filthy Mudblood. I couldn't sleep for a week. Snape noticed and took me aside after class one day, as my Godfather, I told him everything.

I explained to him about my fathers harsh words and ways, he told me to not bother over such simple things like who was pure wizard and who was half, or who was Muggle Born. He then told me about the girl he liked, he never told me her name untill recently, Lilly Evans. She was a Muggle-Born, like Hermoine.

But as Hermoine had said, it was the nicest thing I had ever said to her, and it made me feel sick. I knew that she would never like me back, I was horrible to her. I'm going to make her see how nice I actually am, and it's going to be very difficult.