A/N: Okay so this is a Dramione/ Alice In Wonderland crossover story. The first chapter is VERY short. I promise though, with time they will lengthen.

"Sorry to bring you here without much notice, Miss Granger." The headmaster apologized as she sat down.

"Erm, no trouble at all." Hermione had been study for a Charms test when she was confronted by Colin Creevy. Poor boy was panting, red in the face when he reached her. The only words she had understood were "Dumbledore" "Emergency" and "Now". She rushed to see him immediately.

"May I ask why it is an emergency, sir?" Hermione fidgeted impatiently.

"Ahh yes," The man browsed the many books that filled his walls. "You are one of the, if not brightest students at Hogwarts," He smiled. "That is why I expect you know who I am talking about when I say, Alice Kingsley." The professor looked at her with a twinkle of hope in his eyes. Hermione searched her knowledge for such name. She didn't recognize it.

"I'm sorry," She apologized, biting her lip. "But no, i do not."Dumbledore strolled over to his desk and took a seat, folding his hands in front of him.

"I see." Hermione tried to apologized again, yet he cut her off.

"I wasn't sure if you would." He gave her a small smile. "Alice Kingsley," He started "Is-" He stopped himself, sighing. "Was a student at Hogwarts. A very peculiar girl. She does not posses any type of magic, yet for some unknown reason, her name appeared in our student archives. Therefore, she was brought to Hogwarts and sorted into Ravenclaw. You an her are almost the same people, very much alike. Smart, resourceful, brave, caring, willing.." He paused a moment as Hermione turned her head in intrest. "The sorting hat claimed her as a pureblood, yet she had absolutely no magic or traces of wizard blood in her family. One of the greatest mysteries a Hogwarts student has possessed." Dumbledore stood and retrieved a book from a nearby shelf. He set it down in front of Hermione. Its binding cracked as he opened it, quickly flipping through the yellowed pages he stopped and pointed at a picture. The girl in the picture appeared to be smiling brightly. She had long, golden wavy locks that framed her delicate face. As she smiled her eyes glinted like sapphires, containing laughter and energy. Under the picture, it said Alice Kingsley, head girl. Hermione smiled at the picture. Alice was simply beautiful. She looked up at the headmaster.

"Why must I know this?" She asked her eyebrows furrowing in wonder.

"She disappeared the year you arrived. Alice was walking down to the lake when something drew her to the forbidden forest. From what we suspect, she disappeared down a hole somehow. After searching, we only found her black hair ribbon by a large gap in the earth." He pulled something from the back of the book. The black ribbon. He laid it in Hermione's hands. It was cool and stiff. She ran her fingers along the smooth satin. It had a powerful smell of vanilla and lavender. It reminded her of her favorite perfume. "I have conversed with the other professors and we believe that you, and another student are the only beings who can find her now."

Another student? Hermione thought. Harry perhaps? "Proffesor, who is this other student?" She asked biting her lip. Curiosity colored her voice. At that moment another was heard behind her.

"Sorry I'm late, Dumbledore." Said the cool, stone voice.

Hermione's head snapped back to see a talk, fair haired Slytherin.

Bloody hell. She thought. Not in a century would I ever- he thoughts were cut short.

"Granger." Malfoy sneered. Dumbledore cleared his throat.

"Mr. Malfoy." He nodded. "I am pleased that you made it." Hermione sat there, gaping at the fact that had been asked on such a journey with her enemy. Shocked, she waited for the professor to finish explaining the story to Draco. "Why am I to go...? With her." He asked in disgust. Dumbledore gave Malfoy a warning look. "My boy, I know you two aren't too keen on each other, but you two are the only hope we had on finding Miss Kinsley." He explained. Hermione didn't care what was going on, she refused to have anything to do with the ignorant Slytherin.

"Sir." She said finally, her voice cracked. "Why is Alice so important?" That was the only question that dwindle across her mind the entire time. "Not to sound rude, but witches and wizards- er, people of any sort- go missing daily. I'm sure she is missed. But what is the big deal?" Hermione tried to sound sympathetic. She folded her arms across her chest, she swore she cold feel someone's eyes scanning her young body. Quickly looking up at Malfoy, she scowled immaturely. His eyes fluttered away from her.

"Alice is the only one who can help Harry." He looked at Malfoy warily. Right, Hermione reminded herself. He must not want to say much since he is here. But off of all people... Merlin, what was the man thinking. Malfoy was- for what she knew- on the other side, the side that she was fighting. "Back to your rooms now. I will see you two in the Great Hall at breakfast, that is when you will start. Don't forget, no one else is to hear of this." He looked to Hermione, "No one." She sighed and looked down, Hermione rose from the chair as fast as she could and darted for the staircase, descending back into the corridor. Malfoy skidded past her. "Mudblood." She heard him interject as he passed her, leaving the smell of spearmint and fresh pine behind him. Hermione entered the corridor and took a big breath in. He smelt g- She stopped herself. None of that. This "quest" was to change nothing. Absolutely nothing. She made her way back to the Griffyndor common room, looking to see if Malfoy was anywhere to be seen. Luckily he was not, Hermione sprinted back to the tower. Quickly muttering the passed to the fat lady she entered the common room.

Draco slipped past Hermione and into the corridor, veering left. Why in Merlin's name does the old man think Granger and I could ever work together. He definitely hates me now, Draco thought. His footsteps echoed down the long frigid corridor. He picked up his pace to a quick stride. He clenched his hands into fists, his mind kept racing. Granger, Granger, Granger. Her face filled his mind. Her features crystal clear; The young witch's shoulder-length flowing waves, the way her lips looked as if they were two, soft, pink rose petals. But above all, her dark walnut eyes didn't seem to phase him. He closed his eyes but the image of them did not fade, as if they were etched into his eye lids. Not knowing where he was going, he kept walking. Cautiously, he managed to reach the Astronomy tower without being caught. He looked out at the dark sky. The cool air sent shivers creeping up his spine. Draco hadn't noticed, his mind was too engulfed in thought. What in Merlin's name is going on here? He thought angrily. Why Granger going? Of all the bloody students, that filthy Mudblood was the one they could resort to. Draco could do this on his own anyway. Draco Lucius Malfoy never needed help. Draco thought arrogantly. He ran his fingers through his hair and sighed. He felt a pang of regret. He couldn't go on hating Granger like this... Could he?

As soon as Hermione made it up the stairs to the girls dormitory she flopped down, face first onto her crimson sheet-covered bed. She let out a moan of frustration. Thankfully, there was no one there to hear it.

"What the hell is Dumbledore thinking?" She muttered to herself. Draco Malfoy was not a person she could take on a serious task like this with. She flipped over onto her back. Bollocks, she thought. You're Hermione bloody Granger. You've fought trolls, werewolves, Death Eaters and so much more. A mere obnoxious Pureblood will not bring you down. She grinned at the thought. Finally she decided to visit the astronomy tower, like she did every other night. Changing into jeans and a t-shirt, she retrieved her favorite wool sweater from her trunk. Her Gran had finished knitting it the day before she'd left for Hogwarts that year. Holding the scratchy garment to her face she inhaled, the smell of honey and cinnamon filled her senses. "Just like home." She whispered. Pulling it over her head she tip toed down the stairs in hope of silently passing Harry and Ron. They still hadn't figured out she left every night. As soon as she left the common room she sprinted to the tower. Her feet clapped against the stone floor. "Silencio." She uttered, pointing her wand at her feet. Suddenly she heard a tapping noise travel down from her destination. Puzzled, Hermione climbed the stairs slowly. As she made it to the top, she saw a tall figure. The full moon shone a light across the shape illuminating a face. Hermione held her breath as she studied it. Sharp, defined features, steel grey eyes and silvery hair. Malfoy. She rolled her eyes. "Fuckin' figures." She mumbled with irritation. Draco's gaze shifted to her. Shit, shit, shit. Hermione thought.

"Granger." Malfoy growled. "Who would've guessed." He stopped tapping his fingers and turned completely. "Stalking me now, are you?" He sneered. Hermione frowned.

"Bugger off, Malfoy. I come here every night." She approached him. "Yourself?" He gave a cold laugh.

"None of your bloody business." He responded. Hermione wasn't going to take it tonight. She put her hands on her hips and walked over so she was standing inches away from him.

"What is your problem?" She demanded. Malfoy glared at her. He had a sudden temptation to place a hand on her soft cheeks. He resisted.

"Your filth." He looked down at her. Her aroma filled the air. He took a breath in subtly. Honey, cinnamon and a hint of raspberry drew him in closer. Their faces were inches apart. "Dirty mudbloods like you." He whispered. Hermione tensed. She didn't like him that close, yet she never drew away. Intrigued she searched his eyes- for what? She wasn't sure, just something to prove that this moment was real. Go on Hermione, you know you want to... Need to. A voice inside her tempted. Just... One... Kiss. Struggling to hold back, she bit the inside of her cheek. Draco was unsure of what to do. He needed to fill the silence. "Fuck it. I'm going to hell anyway." He said quietly, as he pressed his lips against hers. In surprise Hermione froze, but as Draco's lips warmed her, she relaxed. For some unknown reason, neither of them pulled away. Instead, Draco pulled Hermione closer so there bodies pressed together. As Draco held her, Hermione wrapped her arms arround his neck, raking her fingers through his hair. It all felt so right. The Slytherin ran his tongue over her lips as if for permission to enter. In response, Hermione let his tongue slip in. He twirled it around hers. This was this first real kiss she had ever had, her and Viktor had gentil exchanges. But nothing of this sort. Hermione smiled under the kiss. Draco felt her lips move and pulled back suddenly. "What are we doing?" He asked, his breath tickling her face. Hermione frowned. "I don't know..." She trailed off. Draco traced Hermione's spine with his finger, a jolt of satisfaction coursed through her. Her hips curved up and towards him. Why were they both enjoying something this wrong? He thought. He let his hands drop to his sides. "I've gotta go." He said quickly, sounding almost frightened. In time, Hermione let go. He passed her as he ran straight for the dungeons. Once again Hermione couldn't say a word.