You are my sweetest downfall

Authors Note: Okay so this story might be a little cliché or lame or whatever but I really felt the need to write it so I did. I haven't ever written a fanfic before so just warning you before you get started. I acknowledge the fact that it may have some errors in it but I'm going to do my best. I just really love Dramione stories so I thought it might be fun to write actually write one. I'm sorry if you hate it. Oh and of course I don't own any of it and the title I got from the song Samson by Regina Spektor. I was listening to it when I became inspired to write this story. This story is set in Hermione and Draco's seventh year and they are head boy and girl.

For the millionth and a half time that day Draco shook his head. Sitting in the head common room with her in there he just couldn't help it. He just couldn't help but think of her. He decided it was the freckles; yes the freckles that did it for him. They were strategically placed to drive him wild. He started noticing them when he would pretend to be staring at her with contempt. She of course effectively, though he would never admit it to her, would ignore his tactics to get a rise out of her. It was then though that he was given the opportunity to really look at her. There was the little one on the nape of her neck. Once, when she had waved papers in front of his face he had notice another little one on the inside of her thumb between the thumb and index finger. The one that drove him especially crazy was the one on her earlobe. Oh, and he couldn't forget the one on the side of her hip. He caught a glimpse of that one when she was rushing out of the main bathroom into her room in just a towel………

The only way he could explain his feeling towards one Miss Hermione Granger was that she drove him to the brink of madness. He had eventually admitted to himself that he never really hated her. He was just appointed by some higher power to put people in their place; that was his bit. Granger apparently felt she had this power too so that meant she was trying to steal his bit and he simply couldn't have that. So he hadto be completely awful to her. She really forced it upon herself. Poor, silly girl…..Now that Voldmort had been defeated and the idea of hating Mudbloods wasn't being shoved down his throat constantly, thanks to his father being in Azkaban, he could finally decide how he really felt about things. He was an adult now and this was his 7th and final year. He was head boy now and he wanted to decide what his moral standards where. He was bent on finding that out; in fact nothing could be more important to him. He needed to find out who he was going to be. He was a Malfoy, he was smart, handsome, charming, and sexy and he could be whatever the HELL he wanted right? He should feel happy about this but he really just felt an overwhelming sense of pressure. It used to be that whatever decision he made was right no question about it but now he wanted them to be right and not just because he told people they were. He had definitely decided that he didn't care about people's blood status as much as it pained him to give up that tradition. Part of him wanted to keep the prejudice just out stubbornness but now instead of hating people for their blood, he would hate them for being the stupid ignorant bothersome people they were. As far as he was concerned he was on his way towards sainthood. With that thought, he couldn't help but let a small smirk creep out.

All of a sudden the reprieve his mind had just had was gone with a simple "ugh Malfoy wipe that smug smile off your face please. Why don't you try studying or doing something somewhat productive for once instead of dray dreaming about yourself? "And with the sound of her voice that dripped with sarcasm he was back to thinking about her. Really, it was as though she had some sort of mind control. She noticed that he didn't have a smarmy response but it didn't seem to faze her too much. The only indication that she even picked up on his lack of a smart ass rebuttal , was the slight pause before she swung her legs over the arm of the chair she was sitting in. She spent hours there in that big maroon chair just reading in front of the fire in the head's common room. That's one of the things that he admired about her was her ability to become completely engrossed in what she was doing. One thing he found not fair was that her only indication to even notice him was that slight pause. He on the other hand couldn't get her off his mind. If it was any other girl she would be on the couch that he was on smothering him while trying to provoke a reaction. The only reactions that Hermione Granger wanted to provoke from Draco Malfoy, it seemed, were ones of illicit anger. At least he could take satisfaction in the fact that she wasn't able to provoke everything she wanted from him. Though their encounters often produced feelings of anger and frustration in him, there were also other reactions which he was sure if she found out about; she would not be pleased in the least bit. He would have to take solace in that for now.

It wasn't as if it just one day it hit him that he could possibly even fathom taking an interest in the Gryffindor princess. If it had happen that quickly he surely would have heaved himself off the astronomy tower. No, if it had happened that way it would have just been too much. He after all was very preoccupied with the self-actualization phase of his life, the added on shock from that surely would have driven him over the edge. It started over the summer when he received his letter stating that all the students whose last year at Hogwarts was disrupted because of the war would be allowed back to complete an undisrupted last year. He was informed that was made head boy and there was some allusion to interhouse unity made which then should have tipped him off right then. Once arriving at Hogwarts he was relieved to not have to deal with Crabb and Goyle, there seemed to be lots of Slytherins missing but that was okay because most of them weren't the type of people he wanted to surround himself with now. He didn't want to be one of those pitiful guys who people didn't think had matured past teen years because they still hung out with the same jerks who were still fixated at their preteen years. He wanted people to see he had matured…in at least some way. Anyway he made his way to the head compartment on the Hogwarts Express and low in behold guess who was waiting in there already, fifteen minutes early and already dressed in her robes? Of course it was none other than the bookworm who was the mascot for Gryffindor pride, the lady of the golden trio, Hermione Jean Granger. He found out her middle name through school records…though he was trying to figure my morals he never said he was above snooping. He can admit seeing her then he did take notice to her. She herself had matured too. Everybody pretends to admit that they only noticed Hermione at the Yule ball third year. Those people were delusional. She never was ugly. It was just obvious before that she didn't care to take care of herself. Books were too time consuming he guessed. You could always tell that there was something underneath the uncontrollable hair. This year what was underneath decide to come out. Her hair was still curly and wild but in a great way. It was shiny and light golden brown and in the sunlight it almost had a red tint to it. It was swept away from her face but there were some curly tendrils that escaped and surrounded her delicate face. Her face was striking. She had dark eyebrows which framed her big dark chocolate eyes beautifully. The length of her eyelashes was astonishing and her nose was too perfect for words. It was small not too puggy or pointy. Her complexion was had a hint of golden tan and her cheeks were rosy. When she smiled something she was reading in her book, he saw how beautiful her bone structure really was. She had the cutest cheeks and a hint of dimples. Her perfect pink demure heart shape lips had to be his favorite thing. So maybe he took in too much detail or used too many adjectives for somebody who was supposed to hate her, but he was a guy and every guy can appreciate beauty, no matter who it comes from. It took her a while to finally notice him but once she did whatever had made her smile vanished from her face and there was a look of dread. She had obviously felt somebody noticing her and her reflexes from the war must have kicked in because whilst she pretended t o still be preoccupied with her book she covertly placed her hand on her wand and then slowly looked up. Then a quick look of dread followed by "interhouse unity, bloody knew that meant something!"

After that and finding out they were to share a common room together he couldn't help but notice her. He watched her in classes, and saw how intelligent she was. At meal times he saw how she had such loyal friends and just on a daily basis he saw how compassionate and fair she was. The head girl would chuckle and shake her head every time she aided a lost looking first year. She also never hesitated to give counsel to any distraught looking being. It was usually when she was around him that he saw her passionate and feisty side. Never did she back down if she felt her convictions were spot on and never did she take the easy way out. At first he kind of looked to her as, well for lack of a better phrase, a role model. She was definitely her own person and that's something Draco desperately wanted. Then he came to realize that he also desperately wanted her.