A/N: hi. aha. this is my first fan fiction.. i hope its satisfying... reviews help :) i've wanted to do this for a while, because i love malfoy, and hermione is one of my faves.. sex scenes in future chapters... =O. don't be too harsh ;)

Inside Your Heaven

Chapter One

Draco Malfoy walked past the blank wall three times, and then stopped in front of a newly appeared door. He looked around him, his nerves twirling around in his stomach, and then entered The Room of Requirement for the third time that day. He rushed through the room filled with old treasures and lost objects, until he came upon a worn, but otherwise ordinary-looking, cupboard.

But it wasn't just any ordinary cupboard. This cupboard was a very special cupboard. It was Draco's ticket to him and his family's safety.

Draco stared fearfully at the thing for a few moments before reaching into his book bag and taking out an apple. Upon seeing the apple, his stomach growled obnoxiously and begged him to eat it, and Draco almost did. He brought his pink, full lips to the red skin of the fruit, kissed it softly and then felt disgusted. Ever since he was appointed his mission by Lord Voldemort, Draco had to force himself to eat. Knowing that he must kill the beloved headmaster of his school had him sick to his stomach, constantly. Not even a heavy snogging-session with his girlfriend Pansy Parkinson could cheer him up these days …

Instead of eating the apple, Draco placed it inside of the cabinet. He waved his wand and a few minutes later, he opened the door and the apple was gone. He almost let out a whoop of joy until he remembered how hungry, tired and scared he was. He managed a small smile, for this was only a small achievement. He still had a very long way…

Suddenly, he was falling backwards onto a very soft, warm bed and his eyelids were closing upon his eyes. It was the first time Draco had attempted sleep in three days… was sweet sleep coming at last?

Of course not.

As soon as Draco entered his dreams, he was jerked away by the face of the furious Dark Lord screaming and firing curses at his mother, the only person Draco still sort of cared about in his life.

"Fuck," Draco growled, sitting up and grabbing his book bag. He stormed out of the room, enraged, tired, hungry and worried. Once outside the room, he slammed his fist into the door and shouted, "Fuck, shit, fuck, FUCK!"

Draco hadn't realized how loud his voice was until an extremely tiny first year girl let out a scream of horror and began to cry. Draco felt a small tug of guilt deep in his stomach. It was one the unusual emotions he had began to come across in himself nowadays.

He turned to the little girl, whose friends were now joining her and staring at him with just as much fear. He knew exactly what to do to make them stop quivering.

"I'm sorry, ladies," he said in his softest, sweetest voice. "I just broke up with my girlfriend, and I'm so lonely. Sorry to bother you." He winked at the smallest, most frightened girl and winked. He flashed a sad, strained smile to the other girls and then turned away, almost chuckling at the gasps and squeals coming from the girls.

"He is SO hot!" One of them squeaked. He shook his head slowly and made his way to the library to get some quiet.

Across the castle in the library, Hermione Granger was sitting in her favorite corner desk, frustrated and shaking with aggravation. She was clutching her Transfiguration text book in a death grip, and her teeth were grinding together. She just couldn't concentrate on her homework when she was this annoyed. She was about to slam the book down onto her desk when she remembered her manners, so she gently placed it on the top of her other unfinished homework. She wanted to scream on top of her lungs.

Both of her best friends were being absolutely unbearable as of the moment, and she would have liked nothing less than to terminate her friendship with both of them.

First there was Harry, who was just completely obsessed with Draco Malfoy and whatever he was doing. And not only was he obsessed with Draco, but he was obsessed with an old potions book that encouraged sketchy, dark behavior. Hermione was determined to find out anything about "The Halfblood Prince" just so that she could prove to Harry she was right all along about him being a dark, troubled wizard.

Then there was Ron. Hermione couldn't deny the feelings she got in her stomach every time Ron spoke to her- which was almost all the time. She was falling in love with everything about him, and it scared her. What scared her more was the fact that Ron didn't seem to notice or understand that Hermione might like him. Instead, he focused on Lavender Brown, whom Hermione thought to be her friend… But Lavender was proving to be a wretched slag. She would relentlessly pursue Ronald, and Ronald was enjoying it immensely.

Well, at least they weren't together…

Hermione felt herself calm… she imagined herself proclaiming her love for Ron after a quidditch match or in front of every in The Great Hall. He would turn bright red and then scoop her up and kiss her right on the lips for everyone to see… and snog her until their lips were both bruised and sore… then he would take her to the common room and snog her some more… and then they would cuddle in his four-poster bed while the other boys of his dormitory slept. But Ron and Hermione wouldn't be sleeping… no… they would be kissing until the sun came up.

"Uh… ahem."

Hermione opened her eyes and realized that her lips were pursed and kissing the air in front of her, and she had her arms wrapped around an imaginary figure. She looked up right into a pair of stormy gray eyes and she felt herself turn pinker by the second. She dropped her arms and relaxed her lips and tried to play it off as a stretch, but the tall, blonde boy in front of her was still smirking slightly.

"Sorry for interrupting, Granger," Draco Malfoy drawled in a husky, tired voice. He didn't seem to be mocking her in any way, which surprised Hermione, but she still felt her blood boil at the sight of him.

"You weren't interrupting anything, Malfoy," Hermione snapped quickly, her face growing hot. "I was just stretching." She turned her nose up to the air slightly and Malfoy just smiled that infamous smirk.

Hermione blinked slowly, hoping he would be gone when she opened her eyes, but Malfoy was still standing there, looking deeply at Hermione as if she interested him somehow. Assuming that he was just picking her apart for something to make fun of, Hermione started gathering her books and stood up.

"Get the hell out of my way, Malfoy," Hermione snarled, trying to shove past him, but Malfoy simply stood in front of her, blocking her in. He towered over her at least a foot, so Hermione had to look almost straight up to glare at him since she was almost pressed against him. "What do you want from me?"

Malfoy snapped out of his trance and blinked, looking positively clueless. He looked down at her and frowned, but Hermione noticed it wasn't a mean frown at all.

"You look different." He said simply, and then he turned away, looking very confused and startled. Hermione didn't know why she suddenly felt angry. Maybe it was because he wasn't being his usual bastard self?

"Yeah, and you look terrible!" Hermione called, trailing after him. It was almost as if she wanted him to fight her, as if she wanted him to call her a mudblood and make her angry. Hermione knew she was being pathetic, but she needed a release. She needed to get into a fight with someone. Anyone.

Malfoy didn't turn around, but Hermione heard a soft snort coming from in front of her. She needed him to fight back, to say something about her distraught, sleepy appearance or her blood status. But instead, she heard him ask, "When did you change your hair?"

Hermione stopped in her tracks for a moment and then plowed on towards him.

"I dyed it a week ago," she said softly, confused. She was following him closely, and it wasn't hard to keep up, for he was strutting slowly out of the library as if he had all night. "You look like you haven't slept in a week."

Draco suddenly turned to her, and suddenly her heart jumped. His platinum blonde hair wasn't slicked back like the year before; it was sticking up random places. His face was pale but perfectly structured, as if he was carved out of a shiny stone. He looked… well he looked gorgeous.

Of course, Hermione already knew that Draco Malfoy was one of the best looking boys in school- if not thee best looking boy in school. But he always repulsed her with the he acted she always just pushed his good looks to the back of her mind to allow herself to hate him. But she could tell that he was different… he looked weak, soft, scared and just careworn.

"Why does it matter if I haven't slept in a week?" Malfoy said, and it was obvious he was trying to sound like his old evil self. "What's it to you… m-m-ud…g- g-grange… what's it to you?"

Hermione opened her mouth and then closed it, confused. Malfoy looked equally as confused. They stared at each other, both completely amazed that Malfoy had fumbled an insult. He gave her newly dark hair one last look, nodded and then swiftly walked away in the unmistakable swagger he always walked in.

Hermione was thinking too hard to move, so she sat down on the nearest desk and didn't move for another hour.