Author's Note: HEY! Everyone this is my third Dramione Fan Fiction. So I hope you all like it.

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Sitting at her favorite spot in the back of the library Hermione Granger was reading a big, old, black, leather book —that she had found in the Dark Arts aisle—at a small table. The Gryffindor Head Girl was so engrossed in the tome that she didn't even notice the Head Boy walking towards the table and eventually taking a seat across from her. He patiently watched her reading until the moment that she would notice his presence.

Hermione sighed deeply as she felt eyes on her. The bookworms brown orbs came off of a big black chart that was covering a double page spread and looking up slowly she saw Draco Malfoy sitting across from her with a grin gracing his pale face.

"What do you want Malfoy?" Hermione suspiciously asked, closing the book and setting it down in front of her.

"Why is it that you always think that I want something from you?" Draco said trying to look hurt. "Maybe I just wanna talk..."

"Ok... So talk," Hermione told him with a fake smile as she crossed her arms over her chest.

"Wat'cha reading?" Draco innocently questioned putting on a new smile and showing off his shiny white teeth.

Looking at Malfoy smiling at her like that, all sweet and innocent, made the hair's on the back of the Gryffindors neck stand on end—it really creeped her out. He reminded her of a vampire with his alabaster skin, silvery blond hair gelled back, stormy grey eyes with a hint of blue in them and perfect sharp teeth. He pulled off the look with a black button down shirt, leather black jacket and dark trousers.

All he's missing is the glitter, Hermione thought with an internal smirk, an external one appearing as she told him quite simply, "a book."

Malfoy rolled his eyes. "I can see that." He snatched the book and began flipping through it's ancient pages as he held it just out of Hermione's reach.

"Give it back Malfoy!" She demanded as she reached for the tome again, which only made the Slytherin smirk as he enjoyed watching the girl get all worked up about it.

Stopping at the centre of the book, Malfoy saw the same chart that the Head Girl had been looking at a moment ago. The large picture was of the Black family tree and the Slytherin could see all of his family members on his mother's side in it; and his own name sheathed in leaves. Looking it over, he came across other familiar surnames: Crabbe; Bulstrode; Macmillan; Flint; Longbottom; Potter and Weasley.

He glanced up at Hermione with a questioning look before putting the book back down.

"Why are you reading this?" Malfoy asked, his curiosity piqued, and gestured to the open book as way of clarification.

"Why do you care?" Hermione snapped harshly, grabbing her belongings as she stood ready to leave. She couldn't take being around Malfoy for more than a minute without wanting to kill herself, him, or just run.

Malfoy sighed, rolling his eyes once again as he grabbed her arm. "Merlin Granger, you always take the fun out of everything."

"Now sit down, I need to speak with you," he said letting go of her arm. Hermione turned around quickly ready to curse him, but what stopped her was the uncharacteristic, "please," that then came out of the boy's mouth.

Holding her tongue the Gryffindor took a long deep breath and sighed as she gave in and re-took her previous seat. "So what do you want?" She reiterated, annoyance clear in her tone.

"I want you to answer my earlier question," he replied glancing at the untouched book then looking back up at her.

Hermione gave her answer with a small shrug, "I found it on this table and decided to read it.

"Now what is it that you want?" she sarcastically said, "because I know you don't want to talk about a book or how my day is going or the weather. So if you would hurry up and tell me what is it that you really want from me then we can both be on our way".

"Fine Granger, I need you to do me a... Favor," the Slytherin revealed as he ran a single hand through blond hair.

Contemplating what Malfoy had just said, Hermione wondered if she really could take him seriously. He patiently waited for her response, which took a good minute.

"And what makes you think that I would do you any favors?" Hermione said breaking the silence as she tapped her nails on the table. "I know that we made a truce at the beginning of this year to be... um... nice to one another because we have to share a common room and do the Head Duties together, but do you really think that I would do you any favors?"

'You can do this Draco, she's the only one who can help you with this problem', Malfoy thought grinding his teeth as he tried to control his temper and not snap at her. "I know that we're not the best of friends Granger, but I am willing to do whatever you ask of me if you do this one little favor," he seriously exclaimed, leaning on the table so that he could look her straight in the eyes.

Hermione could tell that he wasn't joking around by the look on his face. "What's the favor?" She asked not breaking their eyes contact.

Malfoy smirked at her before leaning over the open book to whisper in her left ear. "Be my girlfriend Hermione," he said.

The Gryffindors eyes grew wide as the four words that Draco Malfoy was least likely to ever say fell from his lips and hit her like a ton of bricks.

"WHAT?" The Head Girl all, but shouted.

Luckily for them Madame Pince didn't hear as she would have likely kicked them out for being so loud in a place of study.

Malfoy couldn't help but hold back a laugh; the look on Granger's face was priceless in his opinion. "Oh... Granger, your face," he managed to gasp out.

Hermione was so angry at herself for taking him seriously for even one second, and so she did the first thing that came to mind: wipe that smirk off of his pretty face.

"You know... Draco," Hermione said drawing out his name with as much hatred as she could muster (which was quite a lot), "you really are a fucking dick!" And with that she slapped him hard, achieving her goal to wipe his smirk away.

Merlin that felt so good, She thought, smiling to herself in pleasure as she walked away and left Malfoy at the table holding onto his left throbbing , red cheek as he watched one of his nemesis' leave the library.

So what do you think? Hermione sure told him. Lol

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