Soooo here's my first story, reposted though because I felt that I needed to edit quite a lot… Anyway, hope you enjoy! Don't be shy with reviews, good or bad!

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or the characters in this story - it all belongs to the wonderful J.K Rowling!

I squatted behind a table in the hopes of catching my breath and maybe, just maybe that he wouldn't find me. He had been chasing me for hours. Me running for all I was worth while trying to prevent his spells from hitting me whereas he was casually walking behind me, getting closer with every step. I didn't understand, how could he come closer when I was running so fast, shouldn't it be the opposite? Me getting away from him? But no, that bastard just kept inching closer and closer with each step he took. Until now.

After what felt like hours my heart finally slowed down and I was able to breath normally. I was exhausted, my feet hurt, my head hurt, my breath hurt and now even my knees hurt from sitting in this position. I tried to be as quiet as possible to be able to detect if I – oh jesus please let it be true - had been able to escape. But no, I heard something, something sounding like sneaking footsteps. I tried listening harder but I didn't hear anything and thought that it must be my paranoia – until I heard his voice.

"Oh Heeeeeeeeeermiooooone! Where aaaaare you my precious little mudblood? We both know that you have nowhere to run. Why don't you come out and face me like a good little Gryffindor would?" His voice made my heart freeze, the once beautiful and loving voice now only sounded cold and heartless. The voice that I had that I used to love now only made me shake with fear. Fear for me and my unborn baby - our baby. I could hear his careful footsteps as he searched the other rooms in the hall and I knew it would only be a matter of time before he found me.

"Why don't you just surrender like the good little Gryffindor you are. You know that I wont hurt you. I only want us to be together, just like we used to!" Even though his words sounded tempting I knew better than to listen to them, they were lies, just like everything else had been. How could I have been so stupid to believe that he liked me? Much less loved me. How could I, the smartest witch in Hogwarts have fallen for his lies?

Flashback

It was Christmas, my last Christmas at Hogwarts and then I could finally do what I always had wanted, to help children in poor countries. I guess it was something I was born with, the urge to always help those in need – even if said person was my worst enemy. And it was with those thoughts that I was brought me back to reality and to what I was doing. I looked down to the pale shivering boy in my lap – he really was beautiful. His pale skin, almost white hair, high cheekbones, firm jaw and those gorgeous stormy grey eyes made him look like a God. And now, when he didn't have his usual smirk on his face, you could really see his beauty.

I sighed and pulled myself from my thoughts, I had to help him, not daydream about his looks. I had tried making him talk but all he would do was stare at me, pleading with his eyes to make me help him. I shook my head and gently put his head on the floor and went to the large bathtub in our shared bathroom. Who would have thought that Draco Malfoy would be Head boy? I certainly didn't, but he had proven himself worthy of the position working extra hard on his schoolwork and actually helping people from the other houses as well.

I filled the bathtub with ice cold water, knowing that it would help his fever. I went out to take him to the bathroom and when I realised that I had to undress him I started to blush. Oh god, the only boys I had seen without clothes were Harry and Ron and that was by accident! Oh well... I sucked in a deep breath and levitated him into the bathroom, before putting him down again and started undressing him.

Getting his robes off were easy, but as soon as my hands touched his shirt his eyes opened and he glared at me, as if asking what the hell I was doing. "Don't look at me like that, I have to take your clothes off to be able to heal you, don't get any stupid ideas Malfoy". I heard him snort at my answer but he didn't do anything so I continued removing his clothes. When everything was removed I winced and said , "This is going to be really cold, please don't kill me but it's necessary for your fever to go down". I looked at him and saw him nod his head in approval and I slowly levitated him down into the cold water.

As soon as he touched the water I saw him tense up, but after a few minutes he relaxed and I could see his eyes starting to clear from the glazed state they were in before. I felt myself relax when I realised that his fever was starting to come down, after another fifteen minutes of silence he finally spoke.

"You didn't have to help me. I can take care of myself you know". He snarled at me. I just sighed and shook my head. "Yeah, I really saw how you took care of yourself, how in the world did you manage to get such a high fever? You know that you could have died right?"

"Don't pretend that you care Granger. We both know that you and your precious Gryffindor suck ups would have loved for me to die. What are you doing here anyway, aren't you supposed to be with Potter and his boytoy?"

"Stop avoiding the question Malfoy. And everyone aren't as coldhearted as you Malfoy, I would never let anyone die if I could prevent it. No, not even YOU Malfoy. Stop being such a prat and shut up so I can see if the fever is gone."

To my big surprise he actually stopped talking and just glared at me. I checked his fever and realized that it had gone away and with that I let the water out and told him to stand up. Which he did, to late I realized that him standing up put my face right in front of his muscular wet chest and

I couldn't stop my eyes from roaming all over him. All the way from his chest still glistening with waterdrops, his strong lean arms and down to his abs and to his boxers and the bulge down there. Seeing the bulge made me realize that I was checking out Draco freaking Malfoy of all people and I couldn't hide my morification or my blushing when I looked up and saw Malfoy staring down at me with his stupid smirk on his face and a satisfied look in his eyes."See something you like Granger?" He asked with cold glittering eyes, which only caused me to blush even deeper. I couldn't even come up with something to say, he made me so nervous with his staring and his now obvious towering height - when the hell did Malfoy get so tall?. I just shook my head and started walking backwards.

"Don't be shy, I saw how you looked at me when you undressed me. It was my pleasure to show you how a real man looks for a change" he said said and winked at me. I then realized that he had walked out of the bathtub and had started walking closer to me when I finally found my voice.

"What are you on about Malfoy? And what are you doing, don't come close to me with your tainted body, god knows how many diseases you have considering all the girls you've slept with." I said with a snort at the end. To my surprise he didn't stop walking and the only sign that he even heard me was the growing of his stupid smirk. It wasn't until we stood so close that our noses were touching that he stopped…. and just stared with his cold calculating grey eyes into my brown and probably frightened ones with a thoughtful look. Several minutes passed until he closed his eyes, let out a shivering breath and then opened them again with a wicked smile on his lips. I gasped when I noticed how dark his eyes had gotten, it was like I was looking into the gates of hell. "Oh, the things you do to me, Hermione." He said slowly and pressed his body up against mine so I could feel his hard member pressed up against my stomach. We stood like that, chest against chest with his hot breath in my ear until he suddenly chuckled and abruptly walked out of the bathroom with an even bigger smirk than before. I just stood still looking at his retreating back trying to figure out what he was playing at and at the same time releasing a breath I hadn't been aware that I was holding.

End flashback

I now cursed myself for helping him that day. If I hadn't helped him I wouldn't be in this mess right now. After that day something with Malfoy had changed, he started staring at me with that dark look in his eyes, he started treating me better (well, as good as Malfoy could treat somebody) and after a few weeks he cornered me and confessed that he liked me. To say that I was chocked was an understatement, I was so chocked that it took me a few moments to realize that he had his lips against mine silently begging me to respond. And respond I did, I couldn't help myself but his lips just felt so amazing pressed up against mine, it felt like we were made for each other.

I was however abruptly brought out of my thoughts when I heard the door to my hiding place open and heavy foot steps coming closer..