Okay, this is my first attempt at a story, so I hope it isn't too awful.

AN - I own nothing but the plot...which is just a bit rubbish!

It was just after breakfast, which meant one thing...Potions. But now we had Professor Slughorn rather than Snape, it was a lot more enjoyable, even if we were sharing with the Slytherins.

We were all gathered around one of the workbenches. I was stood off to the side, near the back, and I hadn't noticed anyone stood behind me until, that is, someone pinched me on the bum, surprisingly hard.

I spun around, ready to admonish whoever it was, but to be honest I was so shocked, I ended up just gaping at them, my mouth wide open. Because standing behind me, actually smiling widely at me, and not glaring with contempt, was none other than Draco Malfoy. As one could guess, it took me a few moments to regain my composure.

"What did you want Malfoy? Except to sexually harass me." He didn't say a word. Sighing with frustration I turned back around to face Professor Slughorn. A hand came to rest on my shoulder, squeezing it lightly. I nearly jumped a foot in the air, but before I got a chance to slap his hand away, he leaned down; I could feel his hot breath on my ear.

"You know, for a 'little miss know it all', you smell truly wonderful." He purred at me.

"What? No 'Mudblood' comment attached to that?" I spat back.

"Well, no. I don't want to call you that anymore Granger.

"Oh! Uhm, okay then." I wasn't sure how to take that last comment, so I spun back around as quickly as possible. He moved forward, practically pressing himself flush against me. The hand still on my shoulder began rubbing sensuous circles towards my neck. I froze, what the hell was he playing at? Why did he even want to touch me?

Thankfully, the bell rang at that moment. I grabbed my bag, shoving everything inside hastily, and all but ran towards the door, ignoring Harry and Ron's attempts at attracting my attention. Just as I reached the door, I chanced a glance backwards, only to catch Malfoy's eye. He stared intently at me for a couple of seconds, before chuckling. Was he taking the piss?

"Eughhhh!" Completely frustrated, I stomped up the corridor, thankful for my free period. I reached the girls toilets on the second floor and pushed through the door. I looked at myself in the mirror and sighed, my face was incredibly red, almost on par with Ron's when he's embarrassed. Why had Malfoy acting like that got me so worked up, and flustered? I knew why though...of course I did. It was because it was the first time that he'd actually looked at me without pure hatred in his eyes. I'd always wanted him to notice me (I mean, what girl hasn't thought it at least once?), and not as the 'Filthy little Mudblood'. Of course, this isn't something I'd admit out loud...to anyone.

Once my face had returned to a relatively normal looking colour, I made my way to my haven, the library. Walking in, I took in the quiet, calm atmosphere and sighed with relief. I made my way slowly up through the aisles towards my favourite table at the back, with one of the few truly comfortable chairs. I moved towards it, only to have my path obstructed by one Draco Malfoy, smiling at me...again. His sudden fondness for smiling was beginning to creep me out.

"Hi." He said simply

"Errr, hi. Can I help you Malfoy?

"No, no, I was just browsing. I was going to start that Defence against the Dark Arts essay Snape set. You're welcome to join me if you'd like!" My eyebrows must have almost shot off the top of my head, because he chuckled again, and turned, walking towards the table...and MY chair! I narrowed my eyes.

"Hey, that's my seat Malfoy!" he stopped, peering at the chair and then looking back up at me.

"Does it have your name on it Granger? Because I for one can't see anything."

"Bu...but, I always sit there." I was beginning to sound like a petulant child (all I needed now was the obligatory foot stomp), and he knew it too. He smirked and resumed his walk towards the table. Before I could truly comprehend what I was doing, I hoisted my bag further onto my shoulder, and made a dash for the chair. Now, I know it was only about twenty feet away, but Malfoy was already a couple of feet in front of me, and I was not giving up my chair.

I ran towards him, managing to nudge him off course a bit, causing me to snort out a laugh. He grabbed at me, managing to snag my robes, but I fought on...so close...to the...chair. Thankfully, I was closer to it than I'd thought, and I tumbled rather unceremoniously into the chair, legs sprawled over the arms. I heard an indignant grunt from somewhere below me. I turned my head a fraction, and a giggle escaped my lips as I looked down upon a rather disgruntled looking Malfoy lying prostrate on the floor below me.

"Told you it was my chair!" I laughed.

"And here I was, thinking you were the mature type Granger." And to my surprise, he actually laughed along with me as he pulled himself up onto his elbows.

We remained like that for a while, our laughter calming into light chuckles before we eventually settled into cheerful sort of silence. It wasn't uncomfortable, sitting here with Malfoy as I always thought it would be, but actually, it was kind of nice,

"You know, Granger, although that was all rather stupid, you're pretty damn cute when you're all riled up like that, acting all petulant and childish."

"Right back at you Malfoy." I said as I righted myself in the chair as gracefully as possible before offering my hand to help him up. He looked at my proffered hand briefly, before grasping it in his and pulling himself up from the dusty floor. His grip remained on my hand a few beats longer than necessary, before sighing as he let go to wipe the dust and fluff from his black trousers.

I couldn't help but stare at his backside (who wouldn't?) as he bent to retrieve his bag, it really was rather nice. A blush spread across my cheeks as he righted himself, apparently noticing the direction in which my eyes had been focused, but he said nothing, just quirking an eyebrow at me instead. I looked away, dying of embarrassment as he took the seat opposite me, rummaging in his bag and depositing his books and stationary on the table.

Eventually I followed suit, and I was soon deep in thought as my quill scratched quickly across the parchment in front of me, trying to ignore the frustrated grunts punctuating the peaceful silence. Soon though, they became too much. I looked up at the tables other occupant, his brow was furrowed in obvious agitation.

"What is it Malfoy, do you need a hand with that?" I asked, pointing my quill towards his half filled parchment.

"Eughh, no, it's just, this chair is so damn uncomfortable." He whined, "It's making my arse go numb." I smiled, now he could see why I'd fought so valiantly for this chair.

"Well...I don't know; transfigure one of your books into a cushion or something. Just stop whining, it's quite off-putting to my concentration." He smirked at me, but took my advice anyway, and was soon sitting comfortably on and overstuffed, green (naturally), silk (what else!) cushion. He sighed again, Merlin, I'd never realised quite how annoying he could actually be. He was almost as bad as Harry and Ron.

"What now?" I snapped, he said nothing. "What?"

"I'm bored."

"Well I'm not forcing you to stay her Malfoy. I was under the impression that you were here of your own volition, you can leave of it too." My eyes returned to my own half finished essay. I didn't really want him to leave. Who knew when I'd ever get the chance to sit (somewhat) amicably with the Slytherin again, without the usual insults and torment being thrown at me? With him seemingly relaxed, albeit irritating at the same time.

"No, I don't want to leave. It's been surprisingly fun hanging out with you Granger, but I'm bored of studying. Would you like to do something else instead, a walk perhaps?"

"But we have Transfiguration in like...twenty minutes." I said, glancing at my watch.

"Oh come on Hermione, where's your sense of fun? Live a little. I bet you've never missed a single class the entire time you've been here." I bit my bottom lip, as I nodded my head in agreement, slightly distracted. If I wasn't mistaken, Malfoy had just called me by my first name.

Well there you go, hope it wasn't too bad.

Now, if you don't want to review that's fine, I'm not gonna make you...but you know, one teeny weeny review might be quite nice...

Gembob