A/N: Okay so my first attempt at a Hr/Dr fic failed miserably, so I'm starting this one. Neah! Anyway, I, in no way, own Harry Potter or all other characters related to the series. That is all J.K. Rowlings. But I do own this fanfiction, simply because it will never be published, just viewed by others. So there. Phbbbbb!

Wish Upon A Star

Chapter 1: Star Light, Star Bright

Hermione crept down the hall in silence. She was wearing Harry's invisibility cloak. She had *ahem* borrowed it. She needed to think. There were no classes in the astronomy tower seeing as it was Christmas vacation, and most of the school had left for the break. This was where she was headed.

Silent as a shadow, she sneaked up the stairs and into the tower, closing the door softly behind her. She warily removed the cloak and draped it across the back of a chair. She, however, moved to one of the over-large windows, and inhaled deeply the crisp winter air. She looked up into the sky and saw the first star sparkling like a diamond. Suddenly, she remembered what she had come here to think about. Draco. Yes, the one and only Draco Malfoy. The enemy to all, lover to some, and friend to few. Her mind started to wander and then the star caught her attention again. It was so beautiful, like a diamond on fire, burning forever with a white-hot flame. Draco's white-blond hair came into her mind then, and so did an old muggle superstition: 'Star Light, Star Bright, First star I see tonight; I wish I may, I wish I might; Have the wish I wish tonight.' Sure, it was stupid, but she had nothing better to do, and besides, nobody would know. Hermione opened her mouth, and whispered to the stars,
"Star light, Star bright, First star I see tonight; I wish I may, I wish I might; Have the wish I wish tonight: I wish that Draco Malfoy would love me..."
She closed her eyes, and sat on the windowsill for a long time. Suddenly, she heard a click. The door! she thought, and moved just in time to get the invisibility cloak on before a head popped into the room, followed by a body. She had to stifle a gasp; it was Draco!

She couldn't move.
"I swear," Draco muttered, "that I heard someone talking about me." He moved to the window, and Hermione tried to inch away to the door. She had almost made it, when Draco suddenly turned around and stared at the spot where she was standing, back against the wall, barely breathing. "I know," he said, walking toward her slowly, "there is someone in here. There was a hint of threat in his voice. Now he had gotten closer, and was standing so that they were practically hip to hip. Hermione's heart beat faster, she shivered.

Draco smiled evilly, looking right into Hermione's eyes. But... she thought. Then she noticed. The hood of the cloak had slipped from her now silken hair, and her head was completely exposed. She gasped, and Draco chuckled.

"I didn't know you felt that way, Granger," he said with a sneer.

"I-I-I d-don't know w-what you are talking about," she said, blushing involuntarily.

Draco reached his hands up to undo the clasp of the invisibility cloak and gently tugged it off. Hermione's body swayed with the motion, and she leaned back against the wall. She closed her eyes, feeling Draco's hot breath on her neck. She was wearing a spaghetti strapped, long nightgown. It was crimson and silky. Draco rubbed it between his thumb and forefinger.
"Silky smooth," he whispered into her ear, "just like your skin."
With this, he moved his hands tracing patterns on her arms, giving her goose bumps. She moved away from the wall, inching closer to him. He suddenly slammed himself against her, forcing her back against the cold stone wall. She cried out in pain, but was stifled by a hungry kiss from Draco. She didn't like this much. It wasn't supposed to be like this. She pulled away from his mouth long enough to say,"no."
Draco paid her no attention as he began to lift up the skirt of her nightgown. She struggled, and was surprisingly strong, but years of having to defend himself physically, and also being on the Quidditch team had made him muscular, and she was no match.

"You know," he breathed into her ear, "when you fight me, it's a real turn on."

He kept his hips pressed against hers so that she could feel his *excitement* growing. He took off his shirt, and threw it to the floor. Hermione tried to punch him, and managed to once, but he caught her wrists and held them together, above her head. She whimpered, not knowing what else to do.

"I thought you wanted me," he said, smiling sweetly.

'He's just playing with you,' she thought to herself, 'ignore it.'
"No," she said calmly, "I wanted you to love me." Draco looked into her eyes, and winced at the pain he saw there. Something inside of him snapped, the sound resonating inside his head. He let her go, gently releasing hi grip on her hands. A single tear slid down her cheek, and he wiped it away with the pad of his thumb. She looked at him, surprised, for a moment, and then he kissed her softly, so that their lips barely seemed to touch. He then put his shirt on, and left just as quickly and quietly as he had come.

* * *

Hermione stood for a moment in shock. What had just happened? Draco Malfoy had almost raped her, but he hadn't gone through with it. She remembered that last kiss, the feel of his soft lips on hers. She had liked that kiss. It wasn't hungry and demanding, like the other ones had been. It was... "Wait," she said, "How did he hear my wish, if I was only whispering?" She then heard a loud echo emanating from the hallway. 'Why didn't I hear that before?' she thought, 'Ah, I know; I was too busy dreaming about Draco...' Just then a vision of Draco's muscular torso crept into her head. She shook her head from side to side to try to clear the image from her mind. It worked, temporarily, so she threw the cloak over herself and left.

* * *

Draco lay in his bed, his forest green comforter draped over his lithe muscular form. 'Why did I?...' he thought to himself, 'Why didn't I go through with it?' He lay for a while looking up at the dark void that was the ceiling. 'Because you were frightened,' a voice whispered in his head, 'you were afraid to feel. Pitiful, pitiful creature.'

'Shuddup, he thought, Shuddup, shuddup,' "shuddup!" He realized that he had said the last word aloud. He had a private room, so it didn't much matter, but still, he heard someone in the next room over shift noisily in their bed. He quieted down, and his thoughts troubled him long into the night. Soon enough, they turned into dreams and nightmares.