A/N: I am incredibly sorry for the confusion of the story. My laptop went crazy and when I logged in a few hours later and what I had uploaded was gone. (and it had two wonderful reviews but I lost them boohoo) Just like how Hermione lost her paper in the story :( But anyway, thank you for reading and please review!

Disclaimer: Check the cover of the book and you'll see clearly that it doesn't have my name on it. ;)

Where Black and White Collide

2. Royal Blue

"You wouldn't.." Hermione whispered.

"Oh, yes I would, you filthy Mudblood. If you think the magic belongs to you, well... take out your fucking wand. No one is here to look, Granger. I know you'd want to." He threatened.

Malfoy's wand started to make its way up and up Hermione's neck, moving swiftly along her jawline. Hermione felt her breath hitch. Shivers ran down her spine.

The wand then started to press onto her neck, slowly but with force. Malfoy shoved Hermione strongly, causing her to be leaning against the tree that Malfoy was sitting underneath a few minutes before. The scratchy tree bark tickled her back. She felt Malfoy's breath on her neck.

Hermione tried to get out of his grasp by turning her head the other way, but he was much more stronger than her. He was now holding onto her wrist with his other hand, squeezed her daint arm with all of his her hands to turn into a bright Alizarin Crimson. Her red hands and his white, pale hands met and emerged and it was an indeed an eerie sight. Nevertheless, Malfoy continued to push his wand into her neck.

"Stop it you git! I-It hurts..." Hermione whimpered. Her voice cracked heavily.

"Do you think I give a fuck, Mudblood? Whether you get hurt-" Malfoy whispered harshly. He had a sinister smile placed among his lips.

But, suddenly, his smile faltered.

Hermione quickly turned her head a little bit more, allowing her to have a full view of his face. Which surprised her greatly, because instead of holding her back to stop her from moving, he simply let go.

She frowned and looked over at Malfoy while clucthing onto her sore wrist. His wand was now not on her neck; Hermione realized then that Malfoy had dropped it.

She quickly looked up and met his eyes. His eyes, which were usually flowing with venom, were empty. No, (Hermione blinked twice, to check if she had spotted correctly) his eyes were full of terror and anxiety. Terror and anxiety.

Hermione dropped her gaze, only to notice that Malfoy's hands were trembling. Truth be told, his whole bdy seemed to shake.

"What-" Hermione started to speak as she furrowed her eyebrows.

"Don't." Malfoy spat out, his eyes still wide and full of those weak emotions. With his shaking hands, he picked up the wand from the ground, calmed his robes and stomped away.

Hermione was left alone with nothing but a dirtied school uniform. She carefully tidied her clothes and stepped away from the tree.

She still didn't get her paper back.

Shit.

I am scared. Maybe, the word scared isn't enough. Maybe I need a bigger word to explain my fear. But, I can't. My brain isn't functioning properly because of the fear.

Overcoming fear, like overcoming weaknesses, is magical. But, sadly, that I hate that magical process.

I'm scared. I think, that my weakness that I've hidden from everyone for the past year or so would be known by everyone. Including him.

He hates me right now, for being a Mudblood and all of that shit but if he figures out about my weakness, we would be... he would kill me.

I'm terrified.

Hermione Granger heaved a heavy sigh and walked along the long aisles of the Hogwarts library, her favorite place in the school. The whole place smelled like books and parchment and she simply loved it.

'Yesterday was a mess, it really was.' Hermione thought as she ran her fingers over a think book. She grimaced as she thought of her unwanted encounter with Malfoy and shook her head.

A few minutes later, she chose all of her books that she needed for reference and she chose a comfortable seat in the corner of the huge library and settled down. Everything was calm and quiet, the way that she preferred things to be. Without anyone's interruptions. Even without Harry and Ron.

She quickly took out her piece of parchment from her bag, tied her hair in a loose bun, and started to write.

"Fuck..." She heard somebody whisper in front of her. While frowning, Hermione slowly raised her head, only to realize that Malfoy was standing there, with a huge scowl on his face. Their eyes met only for a short second.

Hermione shook her head and continued to write her essay.

However, she couldn't get rid of the feeling that somebody was watching her. No, to put it correctly, she couldn't get rid of the feeling that somebody was glaring at her. Glaring seemed like a better word. She tried to focus on her assignment, but sadly concentrating wasn't that easy, knowing that somebody was giving you looks that could kill. And Draco Malfoy had that very look on his face.

Hermione sighed once again and turned her eyes away from the paper and looked ahead. Draco Malfoy was sitting there, exactly in front of her, with nothing but two large tables in between them. Their eyes met once again, but this time it lasted much longer. Frustrated at his continuous look, Hermione's glare faltered and she stared back at her parchment. But, she knew for a fact that Malfoy was still looking at her.

Hermione frowned and determinedly, stared at Draco, again. She squinted while doing so, to check if there was a small scar on his cheek, but there wasn't anything on his pale skin.

Exhausted by his continuous glare, Hermione stood up and walked out of the library with a frustrated look on her face.

"Damn that ferret..." Hermione muttered to herself as she walked along the corridors.

I know that I'm not supposed to do this: writing in this bloody notebook about him and only him, but I have to say this. His eyes are glassy and grey, they almost look as if they're silver. They remind me of almonds. Silver almonds, to be exact.

I have always loved almonds from when I was young. A great snack, almonds.

God, I really should stop this nonsense.

Hermione played with her hair, while staring at the poles of her four-poster bed. She soon figured out easily that staring at her bed wasn't the best activity that she could do on a perfectly fine Saturday afternoon, and after realizing this quick fact, she jumped off of her bed and went down to the common room- only to find Harry and Ron in the corner playing wizarding chess, again.

"Really, don't you guys ever get tired of that stupid game?" Hermione asked with a skeptical look on her face. She propped herself on a comfy coach and hugged a huge cushion for comfort as she continued to stare at the game that her friends were playing.

"Never." Harry and Ron replied simultaneously.

"Oh, come on. I bet you have better things to do than this." She replied.

"Nope." They answered again, without even giving her a short glance.

"Boys..." Hermione muttered as she walked away from them.

Once back in the girl's dormitory, Hermione sat on her bed again and heaved a heavy sigh. She was tired. She had many emotions playing about inside her, but really, she was tired. Tired of having to play "joyful" all the time. Tired of having to act all the time. Tired of, sometimes, her own friends.

But most of all, she was tired of Malfoy.

Somehow, she knew that the parchment that Malfoy was looking at was her parchment. She just had this gut feeling. However, she couldn't just go barging towards him and demand her paper back like yesterday. Malfoy was much taller than her, stronger than her, and quicker than her which clearly meant that she couldn't simply "steal" it from him.

Hermione unconsciously rubbed her wrist, that was still sore because of what happened yesterday.

'Damn that ferret...' She thought again, as she leaned her head against the wall.

Draco scratched his arm, rather fervidly.

"Fuck the stupid bug. No idea when it bit me."He thought to himself while scratching his arm again. He was right now, up on the Astronomy Tower, looking down at the ground while leaning against the railing. The cool wind played with his hair, it was a great feeling. He scratched his arm again. 'Fuck..'

Nothing special was happening. Which clearly meant that Draco Malfoy was bored. He was bored to hell. He was never a person who stayed in one place in one position that long. He had this need, this want to move around, but on a tedious Saturday afternoon, there was simply nothing that he could do.

Draco sat down on the floor, leaning against the wall and took out his wand from his robe pocket.

"Lumos." He said. A great flashing light appeared at the tip of his wand, making the already-bright morning even brighter.

"Nox." He said again, causing the light to disappear.

"Lumos."

"Nox."

Draco repeated this process on and on, squinting from time to time because of the bright light, while scratching his arm. A few minutes later, he grew tired of this "game" of his and stopped immediately. He just stayed in the Tower, sitting down, doing nothing but moving his hand up and down his arm.

"Fuck.." Draco whispered to himself when he realized that his arm was bleeding. A tiny dollop of blood had oozed out of his arm. A clear red blood. He quickly used his finger to wipe the blood away from his arm and stared at it.

Blood.

Like the tiny droplet of blood that came out of his cheek the day prior, because of a certain bushy-haired Mudblood.

Draco scoffed at the thought of her. How she came up to him, roaring with anger and fury as she tried her best to snatch the parchment out of his hands. How she glared at him so viciously early in the morning in the library. How she looked so weak... so vulnerable, when he threatened her with his deadly look.

Draco stared at the Dark Mark on his other arm.

'Fucking Voldemort and his minions...' he thought to himselfnwhile massaging his aching head.

She would be there. She would be there, beneath him, trying so hard to breathe as Draco himself squeezed her long, beautiful neck. She would be there, with her body trembling with pain as Draco himself blasted the Cruciatus curse on and on. She would be there, crying for mercy, crying for help-whimpering and whispering his name.

"M-Malfoy..." She would say.

"Hermione Granger..." He muttered quietly, suddenly awakening from his thoughts.

After a few moments, he sighed and walked out of the Astronomy Tower.

Hermione Granger heaved a sigh and walked over to the lake and sat down on a cold rock. The water was extremely still.

She clutched onto the purple sweater that she was wearing and massaged her wrist, still sore because of yesterday's fight. She had to find her parchment-she really did- but she wasn't sure how she would be able to find her precious piece of paper.

"Fuck..." She whispered as she snuggled into her arms.

"My my Granger. Never thought you would curse." She heard a voice from her behind. A rustle of leaves. A rush of wind.

Hermione knew who it was at once, but she just snuggled into her arms again and didn't turn around.

"I know that you heard me, Granger."

Undoubtedly, it was the git. Draco Malfoy.

This is the second chapter of the story!

I know that some of you might have noticed, but the names of the chapters are interesting names of colors. Alizarin Crimson, Royal Blue and so on. Beautiful names, really, in my opinion.

Thank you for reading. This chapter was fun to write :) Especially the scene where Draco and Hermione fought.

I have to mention again, the process of them falling in love will be slow. ;)

P.S. Yesterday, I dreamed that I was brushing my teeth which is a weird dream if you ask me.