A/N: i own nothing of the Harry Potter franchise.

Chapter one.

"Hermione. Hermione Granger!" Draco calls out, I refuse to answer him, again.

"Mudblood" He calls out again, chasing after me, I remain stagnate to him; Draco doesn't deserve to know he makes my heart flutter. It was just one night, one dance, and one kiss. It's his fault, his fault that he didn't talk to me for a week after that, not even a snarky remark about my Muggle blood or anything. Nothing.

He catches up to me and spins me around to face his friends. Ugg. Their holding flowers, calla lilies no less, my favorite flower.

"Go away Malfoy." I say.

"How quickly you dismiss my love for you."

"You can't love. Your father would kill you for loving me."

"I don't care. I've loved you since the day I met you. I can't help it. There is nothing I can do about it, I'm done fighting it, and I need you."

"Just go away." I say crying. This is the worst prank and joke he's ever pulled.

"Baby, please." He says as he holds me close, I sob, makeup smearing down my face and on to his sweater vest. I cry into him. I let him protect me and hold me till I run out of tears. I needed to do homework, which would get the sadness out of me.

"You're a monster, this is a sick joke." I yell at him, franticly punching him. He restrains me easily.

"Why do fight my love. I need you. I'm tired of living with out you. I don't care if you're a Mudblood. My father can go to hell, Can't you see that I've always wanted you, and I need you."

"What about pansy?"

"She was just a distraction, I really wanted you."

A strong breeze blows through the area bring the brisk mountain air that chilled me to the bone. I shivered and he wrapped his cloak around me, though it was much too big, it was warm.

"Thank you," I say as I hand it back to him.

"Keep it for a bit. Give it back to me in our common room." He says gently.

"Thank you." I say as quietly as I can try to hold back the urge to kiss him. Why did he have to have such kissable lips, such a huggable body, why did my desire go sky high when ever those cold grey eyes looked at me, even more so with anger? What was wrong with me? This is the person who tormented me for years, who called me a Mudblood for as long as I can remember has suddenly brought me a blush to the cheeks and a flutter in the stomach. What is wrong with me? How can I like him? This goes against everything I had been raised to uphold. If I go along with this Mother would kill me.

Mother loved to control me; she gave up her promising career as a dentist in the Muggle world to raise me as an academic achiever focusing my life on schoolwork not boys and romance. Gaaaaa, why can't life just follow a simple plan, I've had my life planned out since I was eleven and found out I was witch.

I am going to work for the ministry until I retire then I am going to teach at Hogwarts until I die. There that's my life, all I have to do is get an outstanding on my NEWTs and I'll be set. Plus being head girl looks good on a resume.

"You done I la-la land now 'mione?" Draco says taking me out of my thinking

I walk away, not accepting the flowers or anything. I just needed to be out of there, away from him and his intoxicating aroma. Why was the scent following me? Oh yeah, I'm wearing his cloak. Why does he have to go and ruin my plans?

I go to the common room that Draco and I share and fold his cloak up for him, then put on some trainers. I need to run; I would do homework except I finished all my homework that morning.

I run through the dark forest and around the grounds focusing on the steady beat of my feet and breathing. As any runner knows you set up a steady pattern and keep your breath even and steady and you'll tire out slower.

"Why do you run from me 'mione?" says a sad familiar voice, the last voice I wanted to hear.

"Only my friends call me 'mione and because this is a sick joke your playing on me."

"Why can't you get it? I love you, I need you, and I want you."

"Because I'm the only girl who doesn't come flocking to you for sex."

"Weaselette doesn't."

"She's also dating Harry, and she has a name"

"Gaaaaa, why can't you understand? I'm bloody running for you."

"Just go away, you can take your sick joke elsewhere."

I run faster and get away. Running to Ginny's room I sob on her bed and tell her about it.

"The nerve of him to do such thing to you."

"What's worse is I think I like him. Oh Ginny what's wrong with me?"

"There is nothing wrong with you, he is messing with your mind. I'll hex his balls off."

"No, he might need those for Pansy."

"I don't trust him Hermione. He calls you that God awful name and has tortured you for years, how can you even think of liking him?"

"I don't know, thats the problem Ginny. Gaaa, what i wrong with me? I've never felt this way about anyone. only about the knights in my books and the love they had for their princesses. Who am i kidding it will never work out for us. i'll die before I even have a chance with him, even if he did say he loves me. It was probably just a sick joke."

A knock rings out against the sobs and consoling happening in the dormitory. Ginny goes to answer it.

"What do you want Malfoy?"

"May I speak to Hermione?"