Draco pulled back and looked into Hermione's round, chocolately eyes and saw a warmth he's never seen before in his life. She saw a softness, a distress in his that she had seen in her life- at times in her own eyes, but never in these eyes, never in the eyes she had looked at since they were 11 and only seen a coldness. She had to make it better, she just had too.

"Shhh, just go with it" she whispered to him. Another, hungrier look overtook his eyes and he kissed her back. She lay on her back, Draco laying beside her, never breaking the kiss. He moved a leg over between hers and leaning up with his left hand, his right hand began to explore her body.

He moved his hand under her shirt and slipped it inside of her bra. Cupping her breast's, he hardened against her and a soft moan escaped his mouth. He then moved his hand slowly downwards, until it was just at the top of her lacey knickers. He wiggled his fingers around a bit, feeling goose bumps raise on her body and slid his finger down, towards the hottest part of her. She lightly gasped and taking that as a signal, Draco pulled her on top of him. They kissed again, only pausing to strip off their clothing to their underwear and place a locking charm on the door, in case anyone showed up.

After about an hour like this, their cries of pleasure could be heard and as they parted from one another, Draco fell to sleep. Hermione stood up, clad only in her underwear and dressed quickly and quietly.

Once outside of Grimmauld Place she apparated home, to the emptiness her parents had left behind. She sighed as she entered the kitchen, moving about to start preparing some supper.

"What just happened?" she asked herself. "Draco Malfoy? That was the most random encounter ever… good though". She mused to herself as she moved to the dining table, sitting at the end of the table, eating her supper. It was a shame that things couldn't have gone further but she figured it was probably a good thing. What Draco needed now was some friendship but she new this was pretty much the way to go for now. "Later," she promised herself, "later I'll concentrate more on a friendship of substance, for now what he needs is to forget."

The next morning Hermione awoke to an owl tapping on her window. A Hogwarts owl. Ripping it open for some sign of notification of being head girl, she found none. Devestated she took her book list and went over it.

After showering, Hermione decided to see if Draco would like to go to London with her to buy their books. Her family was connected to the floo network and so she decided it was just as easy to pop her head in so to speak, to invite him.

Hermione found him the way he had been sitting during Harry's birthday party- head down, a sadness in his eyes. "At least he doesn't look so tired," she noted.

"Malfoy"

He jumped. "Granger? What are you doing here?" he drawled.

"I just wanted to know… did you get your owl?" she asked him, throwing a look of empathy? No, annoyance, at him.

"Yes I did. Why? Come to gloat about being head girl?" his look softened, though the words were harsh.

Hermione snorted. "Hardly. Obviously I'm not good enough for the new Headmaster of the school… anyway, I'm going to Diagon Alley this afternoon to buy my school things- you know, get it out of the way. Would you like to come along?"

Draco studied her face for a moment and then turned to look at his hands. And then glanced around the kitchen. He was calculating in his mind what people would say if he were to spend time in public with St. Potter's best friend. Then it dawned on him that she was the reason, the only reason, that he could sleep during the night. He felt he owed it to her to return the friendship she'd shown.

"Sure" he finally answered, glancing back towards her. "shall I meet you around noon?"

Hermione saw a smile flicker across his lips. She smiled brightly. "Sure, why don't you come to my place and we'll go from there? Perhaps stop for some lunch too?"

Draco nodded very slowly but definitely.

"See you then." And with that she was gone.

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Draco dressed quickly in dark blue baggy jeans- not too baggy that he looked lost in them, just enough so that you couldn't actually see the frailty of his body, injured from the last encounter with the Death Eaters. He threw on a button up shirt and a black sweater over that, so the cuffs of his brown shirt poked out. Gelling his hair, Draco noticed the red marks on his neck. "Granger" he mused to himself. "The things that girl can do… the things she could do to make me forget."

When he arrived at her house a few minutes later he was surprised. He didn't realize how nice some of the muggle homes were. Grimmauld Place was in a shabby part of London, but the Granger home was in Notting Hill, quite popular with muggle celebrities. He noticed someone walking ahead of him, up the path of the large white home, and noticing the red hair, stood aside, hiding himself in the bushes.

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Hermione surveyed herself in the long mirror on the back of her bedroom door. "Not too bad" she decided. She had put on her favourite pair of jeans- blue Calvin Kleins with a straight (not skinny, no boot) leg- that was Hermione, as little fuss as possible but still managing to look fantastic. On her top half she wore a black tank top with a v-neck. Around her neck she wore a purple necklace with a large amethyst jewel at the bottom. As she finished putting the matching earrings in her ears, the door bell rang. Hermione glanced at the clock next to her bed. "Right on time" she thought and with one last glance at her hair, which she had tucked around her ears to cover the marks Malfoy had left last night, ran down the stairs and flung the door open.

"Fred?" she asked shocked and her face flushed.

The Weasley twin smiled and walked in the door. "Oh, do come in" Hermione sarcastically told him.

"Sorry, Hermione. Was in the area, thought I might drop in… maybe carry on where we left off the other night?" Fred smirked. He always was the more confident of the Weasley's. "Too much success at a young age" Hermione thought to herself.

"Fred, nowhere in England is 'in the area' to France! Which is where you are supposed to be? The other night, uh, yeah, I'd had a little too much mead and…" she trailed off.

Harry's party wasn't the first time she had hooked up with Fred, but right now, seeing the look in his eyes, she new she wanted it to be the last. Sure, she hadn't drank that much that night but so what?

A look of confusion and anger consumed Fred's face. Pinning her against the wall he tried to kiss her.

"Fred! I don't want to spend my… time, with you anymore! Please, leave." She pushed him off of her.

He was dumbfounded. "What the fuck are you talking about? Two nights ago you're whispering in my ear all night that we should run down to the kitchen for a shag and now, we're alone in this big empty house and you want nothing? What is your problem?" He stared at her.

"Well two nights ago I was drunk and I thank my lucky stars Malfoy was in the kitchen. I definitely DO NOT want to sleep with you!" She moved towards the door, and grabbing his arm, tossed him onto the porch. "Now will you kindly leave before I have to tell your parents about this? And if I ever have the misfortune to find you on my doorstep again, I'll do more than fucking yell at you!" And with that Fred Weasley apparated.

Hermione slammed the door shut.

Malfoy, having heard it all, and having had his wand at the ready the entire time. Checked his watch until a few minutes had passed and walked to her front door. When Hermione opened the door, Draco smiled and greeted her and together they left for Diagon Alley, not knowing what changes an afternoon together would bring.

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So? Do people like it? I have a few more chapter's I've been working on before I started writing the second chapter- this took me about 2 weeks to get into this particular chapter and it hasn't gone the way I originally planned but I'm kinda happy about that.

Please review, it makes me more inspired to write. I've had heaps and heaps of hits on my oneshot but only like 35 in comparison on this one.

Let me know what you think!!! And if I should add another chapter, k.

Cheers,

Marie