A/N: Hey guys! So I've had this idea quite locked up for sometime and I've been so busy lately that I haven't gotten a chance to go back and edit and what not. But now it's FINALLY HERE!

Alright this chapter takes place just after the Quidditch match in their 6th year when Lavender first kissed Ron and Hermione saw it. At the time she was in love (or what she thinks is love) with him and she couldn't stand the fact that he practically ignored all her advances. Now here she is crying on the staircase and well...you know the rest.

You'll find that I somewhat rush through the scenes we already know about, but that's only because I want to emphasize more of Draco and Hermione's story than the plot which we already know about.

AND: I've given you guys a special SONG for each chapter to listen to while you read. I don't know about you but I never read a fanfic without music in the background.

SOO...I hope you enjoy and remember: PLEASE REVIEW

Song of the Chapter: Demons by Imagine Dragons

Hermione Granger sat on the stone steps just a few portraits away from Gryffindor Tower. She leaned into the wall and stared sadly out the window into the night, the moon's light cascading into the dark Forbidden Forest.

She heard a portrait open, most likely the Gryffindor's, letting the sound of her cheering classmates echo through the halls. They kept chanting his name. And she could bet they were hoisting him over their shoulders and getting drunk on his victory.

The portrait door closed, but it didn't stop the tears from falling onto her jeans. As a way of distracting her, she took out her wand and muttered, "Avis."

A stream emitted from her wand, along with a loud shot, resulting from the charm. Several small birds had appeared in front of her eyes and flew about happily amongst themselves. She brought her knees up to her face and held them tightly, wiping her remaining tears on her jeans.

Stupid Ronald, she thought, why can't you ever notice me?

Just then, she felt someone approach her from behind, and into the moon light was her dear friend, Harry Potter. He sat next to her as she shuffled close to him, letting his arm drape over her shoulder.

Harry always had this protective aura around him. Every time she needed to talk to someone, Harry would always be there as a shoulder to cry on. Ron was never like that, which made her wonder why she ever really liked him. But Harry will always be a brother to her.

After what felt like a peaceful moment, of course, Ronald and his newfound toy, Lavender Brown, decided to make an appearance. She didn't want to listen to him talk. She didn't want to see his face anywhere near her.

She stood and spat at the redhead, "Oppugno."

The small birds flew violently toward him, chasing him away. This only wanted to make her cry more. She fell back against Harry, who held her tightly and let his best friend cry into his chest.

The two stayed like this for a few minutes, Hermione trying to let her frustration out through her tears. Before they knew it, it was time to go back to the common room. They weren't sure if Ron had returned yet, but they took the risk of seeing if he was.

In the common room, all they saw were other couples kissing frantically all over the place. Harry stood awkwardly next to her as Hermione's simply scanned the room for some place to sit. "Well, I think I'm going to bed now," Trust Harry to break the awkward tension, "Will you be alright, Mione?" he asked caringly.

"I think so. Thank you, Harry," she said, giving him a friendly kiss on the cheek, "You're always there for me."

"And I always will be. Good night, Mione."

She watched Harry's retreating form as he walked up the stairs, hoping not to bump into another snogging couple. She thought about going to bed, but decided against facing the entire school the next day with puffy eyes.

She stood awkwardly surrounded by the other students, hoping that one of the couples would have the decency to make room for her somewhere. But alas, none of them even noticed her presence.

Hermione looked back towards the closed portrait door, deciding whether it would be worth the risk. Getting caught by Filch would not do her reputation any good, but staying here would only mean herself being alone for a snogging session.

With one more look around, she pulled the portrait door open and tiptoed past the sleeping Fat Lady. The steps would be far too risky, especially if Mrs. Norris were to find her. She walked quietly around the castle, hoping to not run into anyone.

Down the hall, she could see the steps to the Astronomy Tower illuminated by the moonlight above. The balcony was always open to let fresh air in, and it would be better than going out on the grounds.

She climbed the stairs noiselessly until she felt the slight breeze of the night. The Astronomy Tower was such a beautiful place, one of her favorites next to the library. The cool air touched her damp cheeks, chilling her slightly, but enough to calm her nerves. Her hands grasped the railing firmly, her eyes traveling across the night sky.

The stars were just so perfect at Hogwarts. They dusted the night sky and surrounded the pristine full moon, bringing a small smile to her face. Then, a shooting star appeared out of the dark.

It brought back memories of her childhood, how her Dad would always tell her to make a wish.

What am I talking about?, she thought, I'm too old to believe in that rubbish...But then again...I think I deserve it right now.

She closed her eyes and gripped the railing tightly. The first thought that came to mind was Ron, and having him here would mean everything. But...maybe that's just it. He didn't deserve her. Especially after everything she's been through with him.

She hadn't noticed how long she had her eyes closed, but when she opened them, she found a pale hand also gripping the railing. She looked up, her eyes meeting with one Draco Malfoy.

"Malfoy, what are you doing here?" she asked nervously, letting go of the railing.

"I've been here. The question is what are you doing here, and why were you closing your eyes? You weren't going to jump, were you?" he asked, surprisingly concerned.

"Wha- No! I just came here for some fresh air."

"Oh, well good. People would've thought that I pushed you or something..." he mumbled.

She scoffed and took in his appearance. His clothes were wrinkled, his white collared shirt pulled out from his trousers and Slytherin tie hanging loosely around his neck. "My, aren't you a gentleman?" she replied sarcastically, leaning against the railing again.

"You better get out of here. It's after hours, and you wouldn't want your precious reputation to be ruined with a detention, would you?" he said, also leaning against the railing.

"No, I'm not going back there," she said softly, trying to convince herself more than Malfoy.

"Trouble in paradise? What has the Weasel done now?"

"Ugh, what hasn't he d- wait, how'd you know it was about Ron?" she asked.

He smirked, not meeting her questioning gaze. "When isn't it about Weasely? You always seem to be crying about him."

Bloody hell, even Malfoy noticed that. "It's...nothing," she stated dejectedly, "Since when do you care, anyway?"

"I don't," he said nastily, "You should just be more discreet when picking places to bawl your eyes out."

She didn't care to listen to his comment. She kept her eyes glued to her feet, not wanting to meet his menacing glare which she suspected he had. But in fact, he wasn't glaring at all. He stared plainly at her, not kindly nor angrily. Silence filled the room, it wasn't uncomfortable, but in fact peaceful. Malfoy hadn't said a word, which was the only thing that arose her suspicion.

Hermione lifted her head, and found soft, grey eyes. The moonlight half lit his face, making his hair and skin paler than ever. He had dark circles under his eyes and his mouth wasn't curved into a smirk or a grimace.

It was such a peaceful sight to hold.

Suddenly, he broke their intense stares and moved away from the balcony. He had his hands in his pockets and stood looking at the stack of books and various telescopes. She looked back at him with the same nothingness he just displayed.

Malfoy was suspiciously quiet this year. Other than his row with Harry on the train in the beginning of the year and when they all confronted him and his Mother at Diagon Alley, he hadn't said much to them. Ron, Harry, and herself would pass by him in the hallway, but he gave them no sign of trouble this year.

Harry suggested that he had become a Deatheater over the summer, but Hermione was still skeptical. She knew that his Father was also a Deatheater, and that maybe he pulled Malfoy into the whole thing. It wasn't his fault that he was like...this. Malfoy was raised to believe that purebloods were better than muggleborns, and she guessed she couldn't really blame him for that.

It wasn't like she liked him or anything, though. She simply just thought a lot about it, more than she would like to admit. Draco Malfoy was just so complicated, yet she felt like she understood him. And that maybe they could've been friends if it weren't for his prejudices. He was, in fact, second in their class, and to her. She smirked at the thought.

She hadn't always agreed with the way Harry and Ron had acted towards him either. They shouldn't stoop to his fake level of cruelness, it was nothing but a mask. Which made him all the more mysterious.

Malfoy turned around slowly and saw her staring at him in a peculiar way. "See something you like, Granger?" he asked with a smirk.

"Sorry," she said blushing furiously, "Just thinking."

"Oh, about me? Yes, I know. I can be quite distracting," he said, hoping to get a rise out of her. She slowly shook her head with a grimace and directed her gaze back at the night sky.

"Try not to jump, Granger. Although, I bet not many people would miss you," he said sourly, but she was again ignoring him.

"Granger, you've got to say something back!" he said from behind her, only receiving a shake of the head.

She heard a feint groan of disappointment as he appeared again next to her, leaning against the stone wall next to them. "It's no fun when you've got nothing to say. I'm trying my hardest here!"

"I've got better things to do than argue with you, right now," she stated sullenly.

"It couldn't have been that bad."

"He's snogging Lavender Brown." He clicked his tongue at the blatant statement and asked, "And that's what's got you all riled up? Granger, if he's that oblivious to you, why do you still like him? Merlin knows even you deserve a little better than a Weasley."

"Ha, that was almost a compliment," she said with a sudden smile.

He smirked back at her, crossed his arms, and stalked slowly up to her. "Besides, I'm the only person you're supposed to hate," he stated confidently. This seemed to get her attention away from the railing as she too gazed into his eyes.

She knew that he was only trying to get her to say something insulting, and instinct told her to as well, but something about those eyes told her to say something she never thought she could.

"No, I don't think I hate you, Malfoy."

Then his expression changed. What was once a confident smirk, was now a look of utter confusion. "What did you say?" he asked.

"I said, I don't hate you."

This seemed to not only confuse him, but to change the entire aura that had been so carefully set in the room. He uncrossed his arms and had a stern expression on his face.

"You don't mean that," he said, seething.

"Yes, I d-"

"Then you don't know what you're saying!" he yelled, scaring her a little.

"What makes you think that?"

"I've done nothing that could make you hate me any less. You're a mudblood and I'm the pureblood. The boundary has been set, why I'm still speaking to you is beyond me," he spat menacingly.

"Think what you want, Malfoy, but I think I know you better than anyone in this entire school. You're just misunderstood."

"You don't know anything about me," he seethed. She could feel a dark truth come out of that sentence, but pushed it aside and continued.

"In fact, I do. You're a rich, spoiled pureblood boy who would do anything to make his parents proud. Even if that meant punishing everyone they considered below them with cruel words and hate. They taught you that, Malfoy. They taught you the meaning of hate and associated with this blood prejudice crap. But deep down, I know you don't believe it. You know it's wrong, yet you do it anyway because it makes your Father proud. That's why I don't hate you, Malfoy, because I don't think you deserve that. And you know what makes this all the worse? I think that you don't hate me either," she spat.

He stared darkly at her as she did nothing but smirk proudly at what she just said. She knew she was right because she was an excellent judge of character. He breathed through his nose furiously, his hands clenched into fists firmly at his sides. She's never seen him this mad before, but she hid her surprise well.

"Ha, you know I'm ri-!" she started, but was interrupted by his firm hands grabbing onto her head and pulling her towards him, crushing his lips onto hers furiously. He pushed his lips against hers, his tongue shooting out to pry her lips apart and seek entrance. She desperately tried to push him away, but he pushed her back against the cold stone and continued to devour her mouth.

She tried biting his tongue but he was quick enough to continue without breaking the kiss. His eyes were closed but hers were wide open and completely panicked. Hermione reached into her jacket for her wand but was stopped by his hand gripping it tight and holding it firmly against the wall. His other hand went to grab her other and pinned both of them firmly away from them.

Hermione had never felt so vulnerable and powerless. She wanted control. She wanted to kick him away. She could try screaming if his tongue wasn't down her throat!

And then, he released her hands and pried his mouth away from her. He stumbled back a few steps, himself and Hermione quite breathless. She stood against the wall completely stunned before reality came crashing down on her.

Draco Malfoy just kissed her. Brutally.

She took a quick two steps forward and slapped him hard across the face, the sound echoing through the large room. He stumbled again and held a hand up to his reddening cheek. Malfoy glared at her before she stomped away from him and down the spiraling staircase.

Draco stood at the top of the Astronomy Tower, still sore from her slap and still breathless from that kiss.

He put his hands in his pockets and mumbled aloud, "Now you know everything about me."

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