A/N: A little one-shot for ya! Hope it's okay... If there is glitching, I am working to fix it. Thank you for your patience. (This story takes place in their eighth year, maybe when they bumped into each other in the halls?)

Disclaimer: The Harry Potter franchise belongs to J. . I don't own any of it.

Disclaimer 2.0: My writing is not professional. Just saying.

"I'm lazy and you're not. In fact, you overachieve, while I do just enough," Draco plainly stated.

The bushy-haired Gryffindor just stared at him. "Yes, you are correct. I do overachieve and yes, you are lazy."

"Why don't you just sit down and let the other overachievers do work for you?" Draco smugly answered. He smirked, ignoring the snarky comment about him being lazy.

"Without us overachievers, no one would have defeated Voldemort! If I were lazy and didn't study, do you think I would've been able to save Harry's and Ron's butts?! No! Without Harry, we would be living in hell! Do you not understand?! And you Death Eaters-" Draco flinched at the word, which was said with the most hate that was left in Hermione's petite body. "didn't even try anything! Half of you claim you were good, so why didn't you try to stop Voldemort? You had all the information and enough skill to probably defeat him if you all teamed up! No, being lazy isn't good, it's just plain cowardly!"

"In the war, you Death Eaters-" Flinch, again. Why did Hermione have to use that dreaded word again? "were the lazy one. We were the overachievers, and it just so happens to be a good thing." Hermione slightly smirked at Draco's now shocked face. She turned to leave, before feeling someone grab her.

"Let go-" Hermione got cut off by Draco suddenly drag

ging her closer to him.

"No, I have reasons. I was the youngest Death Eater there, and he-" Draco gulped, unwilling to say his name, "he only kept me and my family alive because I was the only one who knew how Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, and you, Hermione Granger-" Hermione felt something surge through her as he said her first name. It felt.. nice. "looked in real life. With my knowledge of the Golden Trio and how close I was to them, being the only current student who constantly knew there every move-"

"How did you know our every mov-"

"I have my ways. As I was saying, me knowing so much about the 'Magical Trio', Most of the Death Eaters suspected I was helping them, which was later revealed at the Manor. I almost died, Granger. You don't know what he did to me." Draco finished darkly. Hermione felt slight remorse for him, but she found her voice soon enough.

"YOU DON'T KNOW THE PAIN I FELT!" Hermione roared. It caused the duo to be flung apart from each other, much to Hermione's dislike.

"Granger, I-"

"Your aunt, she caused me so much pain, she branded me with a word I'm now proud of being, a mudblood. But the pain, Malfoy, the pain. You don't know how many times I wake up, chills down my spine because of her!" Hermione spat. She rolled up her sleeve, showing the scar.

Draco watched, unsure of what to do, gently grabbed his sleeve and started to roll it up.

"This 'mark', this thing which branded me different from society, do you know how much pain this brought me, mentally and physically? It still haunts, me Granger. I never wanted this stupid thing in the first place," Draco whispered.

The faded Dark Mark upon Draco's arm was not that visible, but it still showed. Hermione felt Draco's gaze soften, and guilt settle into her slowly.

"Malfoy, I-I'm so sorry," Hermione's voice shook. Draco looked up, stormy grey eyes piercing right through her warm, brown ones.

"I'm sorry too. On behalf of my aunt."

"We can be friends, right?"

"Sure, I guess."

The quiet, secluded corner they were in only seemed to grow quieter, before Draco gently leaned into Hermione.

Hermione thought she could hear her heart thumping right out of her chest, before Draco's lips landed peacefully on hers. Softly and slowly, the kiss grew, into something passionate and bruising.

Her small, gentle fingers made there way into Draco's platinum hair, and Draco's rough, callused ones into hers. They pulled back, panting slightly. A small, irrtable smirk grew on his face, before he asks, "We can be more than friends, right?"

A/N: *hides face* Gah! I have a feeling this sucked. Forgive me, please. It was short, I know. Review? Tell me if I should continue. Thank you!

Sincerely, Dramione Productions.