Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters. They all belong to the wonderful and talented J.K Rowling. I only own the plot.

A/N: Okay well, this is sorta my first fan fic. I was really addicted to all the fan fic's on this site, and I figured I might as well write one myself if I'm reading other people's writings. Please don't think it's terribly horrible! Let me know what you think!

~*~HermioneAndDracoRomantic~*~

Not A Death Eater

"And what, Miss Granger, do you find terribly amusing so as to distract yourself from my class?" Professor Snape asked as his black beady eyes began to narrow.

Hermione bolted her head upright and caught sight of the slimy git she hated to call a professor. "Won't happen again," she muttered her apology.

Snape glared at her. "Thirty points will be taken from Gryffindor for Miss Granger's need to not pay attention in class and her constant disrespect towards superiors!" he declared haughtily and continued with the lesson.

Hermione sighed. This was not new. Snape's hunger for taking away Gryffindor house points was increasing. As she pondered the endless possibilities as to why he did so, an odd tingling sensation ran down her spine causing the hairs on the back of her neck to stand on end. She was being watched.

Hermione shifted around in her seat realizing a pair of sparkling silver eyes longingly gazing in her direction - Draco Malfoy's eyes, to be exact. She looked from his eyes down to the rest of him. He had certainly changed. His previous scrawny self was now replaced with a rather handsome young man of 17 who had perfectly tan skin, platinum blonde hair that fell loosely on his forehead, a nice muscular build, and to top it all off - gorgeous silver eyes and magnificently straight teeth.

How can I think like this? Hermione gently scolded herself. We've been enemies for the past six years. All of which was true. They were in their 7th and final year at Hogwarts. Unsurprisingly, Hermione was Head Girl, but surprisingly Draco was Head Boy. True they shared living quarters, but Hermione had no intention whatsoever to fraternize with the enemy.

Even though their hatred toward each other certainly seemed to have stayed the same, a drastic change in appearance had taken place. Draco, into his newly "stud" type look, did notice Hermione's difference. She now possessed long, silky smooth honey colored hair, perfectly straight teeth (thanks to her parents who were both Muggle dentists), and all of which brought out her soft cinnamon colored eyes. Her body had also changed, and she was now the owner of a very lovely figure.

"Mind wandering, Herms?" her best friend Harry Potter asked, slightly amused.

She smiled and nodded. "Yeah." She stole a glance at her other best friend, Ron Weasley, who was impatiently waiting for students to make noise in the corridor to signal the end of class.

"It'll be over soon, Ron," she told him gently, and with that Snape dismissed class and the trio was off to the Great Hall for dinner. They strolled into the massive room and gingerly seated themselves at the Gryffindor table.

"Wonder what it'd be like to give Snape a Truth Potion," Ron mused.

"I reckon we'd know how he got his hair so greasy," Harry replied thickly through a mouthful of roast chicken.

Hermione ladled some gravy onto her mashed potatoes. "Or better yet, a Love Potion!"

The three friends laughed as Ginny sauntered over, a goblet of pumpkin juice in hand.

"I suppose we'd have to make him fall in love with Professor Sprout," she said earnestly while pointing out a blushing Herbology professor sitting next to a greasy Snape at the head table.

Hermione went into a fit of giggles before rising from the table and muttering something about getting started on an essay for Professor Binns.

She slowly made her way down to the "Head" quarters saying "Gobbledygook" to Sir Cadogan who swung aside to reveal the entrance hole. She entered the common room that she and Malfoy shared and quietly found her way into her enormous bedroom. Textbook, quills, and rolls of parchment in hand, Hermione made her way back to the common room and sat herself in a big, plush chair in front of the fire.

"Fancy seeing you study, Granger," a voice dripping with sarcasm said.

"What is it, Malfoy?" she snapped.

He smirked. "No need to be rude."

"Fine then. Whatever do you want, oh wonderful Draco? Especially from Mudblood Granger."

"Can't a man sit and study in his own common room?" he asked innocently.

"Not if you're going to terrorize me and think of more insulting names to call me," she replied dryly.

"And who says I'm going to do that?"

"It's the way things have always been."

"Yeah, well, I propose something to let the past be, but improve the present and future."

"Oh?" she asked interestedly while looking up at him.

"A truce, Granger."

"And why would you want to make such a thing?"

"Look, we're stuck together for the rest of the year. It's our last year, might as well make the best of it."

She considered this, and finally shook his outstretched hand. "Deal. But you do remember that we're total opposites, right? Gryffindor and Slytherin, pureblood Death Eater and Mudblood goody two shoes."

Malfoy looked close to tears and hurriedly made his way into his bedroom. Hermione followed suit and saw him settle himself down onto his king sized bed.

She curled herself up in a chair across from his bed. "You want to talk about it?" she asked cautiously while staring at Malfoy who was gazing at the ceiling.

He shifted his gaze over to her. "There's nothing to talk about."

"I think there is," she whispered.

"You're the one that thinks I'm a Death Eater. You're just like everybody else."

"You mean you're-"

"Yes, Granger! I'm not a Death Eater. I'd rather kill myself than devote my life to some git of a wizard who kills people for show and intimidates others for his own insecurity."

Hermione was shocked. This was not the Malfoy she knew. She had always thought he was destined to be a Death Eater, like his father. "Well, Malfoy, what does Lucius say?"

"Draco," he corrected absentmindedly. "And Lucius does something horrible every time I refuse him, of course."

She remained silent.

"Cruciatus, Granger. An Unforgivable curse. You do know what that is, don't you?"

"It's Hermione, Draco, and your own father really puts you under the torturing curse?"

He nodded solemnly and continued gazing at the ceiling. "No one really understands it. Or me, for that matter."

Hermione was taken aback. How was it that someone so pure at heart had the misfortune to be misunderstood? She pulled herself together and lay down beside him on the bed. "I understand, Draco," she told him quietly and leaned her head on his chest.

A/N: Let me know what you think! I'd love to get a review or two! Please tell me if I should continue my story or not!