.Chapter One.
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Hermione Granger was preparing herself for a vigorous study session by the fire of her Head Girl/Boy common room. She was honored of course and didn't expect anything less of herself to become head girl. The only problem she had was with the choice of the head boy: none other than Draco Malfoy. He wasn't giving her any trouble at all. He hadn't called her a mudblood, or any other insult for that matter, for a very long time. And that was the problem. His outright civility had driven her to the end of her wits to try and figure out why. The year had just begun and Hermione found herself dwelling on thoughts of him more and more often. Not thoughts of how much she hated him, but thoughts of how much he had changed. Ever since Draco showed up at 12 Grimauld Place one warm summer night, nothing has been the same. The self-proclaimed worshipper of Voldemort just switched sides without a word. Hermione thought it was strange and didn't welcome him with open arms. She had to admit though, she was attracted to him.
She settled in an armchair by the warm fire and began to read her N.E.W.T. level transfiguration text book. She was deeply immersed in her reading and didn't notice the subject of her worries walk in through the portrait hole.
"Good evening, Granger." He said with a nod toward her direction.
"Oh," Hermione said looking up from her book. "Hello Malfoy." She said with a small smile.
'Oh Merlin, her smile is so beautiful.' he thought, not noticing the small smile that was tugging at his lips as he continued to stare at Hermione.
"Malfoy? Helloooo?" Hermione said trying to get his attention.
"Oh, sorry," he mumbled and looked away, embarrassed.
Hermione yawned and stretched revealing her midriff which made Draco squirm considerably. "Well, I'm going to bed. I'm exhausted. Good Nite Malfoy." Hermione said as she skipped up the stairs to her bedroom.
"Nite," Draco whispered. 'Ugh, that went nicely. Great job Draco Malfoy for making a complete fool of yourself tonight.' Draco wandered up to his bedroom that was directly across the hall from Hermione's. He tossed his clothes aside and gathered up his toiletries for a quick shower. He walked into the large marble bathroom in only his midnight blue boxers and nearly dropped his things when he heard a scream.
"Malfoy! Do you care to knock?" Hermione yelled while trying to cover up her intimate areas. She was bathing in the granite tub big enough for two when Malfoy intruded upon her bath.
"Oh, uh… I'm sorry," Draco stuttered as his cheeks burned crimson. He had not expected her to be in there and he sidled his way out of the bathroom before he could do anymore damage. Hermione's face was overcome by a ravaging blush at the site of him in his boxers. She dried herself off and quickly charmed her hair into rather disheveled looking bun. She stepped out of the bathroom in only a towel and quickly ran to her room trying to avoid Malfoy.
"I swear, why didn't they give the head girl and boy separate baths?" She wondered aloud as she got dressed.
Draco sat on his bed meanwhile, mortified at the thought that he almost saw Hermione naked. He shook his head to clear it before more sinful thoughts popped into his head. A couple minutes later, he knocked on the bathroom door again just to be sure to avoid any accidents and there was no answer. He timidly peek around the door just to make sure and when he saw the bathroom was clear, he quickly jumped in the shower for a quick rinse. He got out, wrapped the towel around his waist and left to go to his room. Hermione was down in the common room gathering her transfiguration book when she heard the bathroom door open. She looked up in curiosity and saw Draco's near naked self walk out of the bathroom. Her breathe hitched in her throat. His chiseled abs and defined back were enough to make her want to attack him right then and there. Draco walked towards his room when he felt a pair of eyes on his back. He turned and saw Hermione wide-eyed with her mouth slightly open at the sight of him.
"Close your mouth Hermione. You're starting to drool a little bit." He smirked playfully. Hermione glared back.
"I most certainly am not drooling." She declared, wiping the sides of her mouth just to make sure. Draco smiled and made his way back to his room. Hermione's knees felt like they were about to give out so she fell back on the couch. His keen gray eyes were mesmerizing and she couldn't stop thinking about how defined his muscles were. 'Quidditch does the body good.' she grinned to herself and went to bed.
Hermione awoke the next day when a ray of sunlight hit her face. She groaned and mumbled and rolled out of her scarlet and gold four poster bed. She stumbled her way down the stairs in the white tank top and pink pajama sweats to find Draco already brewing some coffee.
"Mmmm…that smells so good." Hermione announced.
"Here you go Miss Granger," Draco teased while bowing and presenting her a cup of fresh hazelnut coffee.
"Why thank you Mr. Malfoy." Hermione laughed. Together they sat at the little kitchen table (perks of being a head) and read the Daily Prophet in silence while they sipped at their coffee. Draco couldn't concentrate. Having Hermione in such close vicinity made him nervous and he noticed that his hands were clammy. He studied her face and came to admire her hazel eyes, smooth skin, and soft honey brown hair. He turned away before she could notice him staring at her.
Hermione was also a nervous wreck. She pretended to be interested in the column she was reading; something about Quidditch which automatically shut her off. She looked out the window to see two figures zooming around the quidditch pitch. She instantly knew who they were. The flaming red and black hair was a dead give away.
"Oh Ron and Harry are up early practicing." she commented vaguely. Draco looked out the window,
"Oh, yes. I should be doing that as well. I've been getting out of shape lately." Draco frowned.
"I didn't notice," Hermione whispered to herself.
"Sorry, what?" Draco asked.
'Oh shit, he heard me! The last thing I need right now is for Draco to think that I'm hitting on him.' she thought nervously. She quickly blew it off.
"Oh nothing Draco." she immediately regretted what she said. His eyes perked up a bit when she said his first name and she blushed slightly.
"Allright Hermione." he smiled and left the table and went to his room. He emerged a couple minutes later in his top of the line riding gear and the most expense broom on the face of the planet-of course.
"Oh, I'm going down to the pitch so I can get Harry and Ron for breakfast. Can I walk down with you?" She asked surprised at her sudden boldness. Draco smiled widely and of course obliged. "Great, lemme go change and I'll be right down." Hermione ran up the stairs and threw on revealing spaghetti strap and some jean shorts. She quickly bounded down the stairs to meet Draco in the common room before departing towards the pitch.
'She looks so…beautiful.' Draco thought to himself. He got off the couch and extended an arm playfully towards Hermione. "Shall we Madame?" He asked properly.
"Of course," Hermione smiled and took his arm. They made their way down into the entrance hall arm in arm while making light conversations about life and whatnot. The finally reached the pitch and she motioned for Harry and Ron to come join her not remembering that she was still attached to Draco's arm. Harry and Ron landed and eyed their friend with suspicion at the close contact with Draco.
"Well, I must be going." Draco said as he sensed the tension. He took Hermione's hand and brought it to his lips for a brief moment. "Good day," he bid, mounted his broom and kicked off. Ron was absolutely flabbergasted.
"Hermione! What…how…ferret?" he stuttered on the verge of combustion.
"Ron, he was just being friendly. Don't blow this out of proportion." Hermione replied calmly. Inside, her mind was reeling at Draco's show of affection and strangely, she wanted more. Her stomach did a gymnastics routine while she tried to convince Ron and Harry not too attack Draco.
"Come on you guys, let's eat eh? I know that you don't pass up food." She quickly stated. The boys soon forgot all about Draco's odd behavior and were now focused on stuffing their mouths with as much food in the shortest amount of time.
'Boys will be boys.' Hermione thought as she took one last look at Draco flying about the quidditch field before she headed in. Draco's hands were still sweating from his encounter with her and his heart has not stopped beating at such a fast rate. He had no clue why he kissed her hand but it felt right. He saw her glance up at him as she walked away with her friends and he blushed at the feelings that were gathering inside of him.
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