Hermione spent most of her days since the Malfoy senior ferret incident, in the library. Draco spent most of his time searching her out for questions seemed to occupy all his time. She fled from him, and he chased, that's what the couple seemed to be doing. Harry, Ron, Ginny and all of Hermione's friends would constantly scratch their heads at what their princess would be doing, seeing as she seemed to never have time for them anymore. While the Slytherin cronies minus Blaise, wondered why their king had taken to pacing up and down the common room late nights. His sole confidant, Blaise Zabini, refused to answer any inquiry. Pansy, fed up, had demanded it from our pale faced hero and ended up with an earful of the truth, truth about her, well nighttime activities that set her off in tears.

Hogwart's favorite bookworm was suddenly feeling shy, and it's favorite, well not exactly favorite but Slytherin was getting very mad.

Today was the day however, Draco was so very excited, so very excited that he didn't realize he had put his clothes on inside out as he figured out the "mudblood's" hide out. He wanted answers, and he wanted them now. He fully appreciated what Granger did, but, why? Why did she but in? Did she care? Wasn't that supposed to be impossible for the ice prince? He needed to sit down, but that could wait till after his questioning of Granger.

Hermione was free, or she thought she was, till a certain ferret junior popped in and plopped down on a seat of her once peaceful and quiet library table. Startled at the sudden distraction, she had dropped her book. When she reached down to pick it up she saw, well, the silk insides, polka-dotted, green silk insides of Draco's trousers. Not bothering to be polite, she started a laughing fit and asked a vital question.

"Showing off your wealth Malfoy? Or were your legs so precious that they just had to be protected by silk? Have you noticed your clothes were inside out Malfoy?" The boy seemed bewildered.

"Inside what?"

"Look down ferret." He did, and for the first time in Hermione Granger's life, she saw his white face go a rose red. He started to try and clear his throat but it only ended in more laughter from Hermione. A sudden question brought her out of her thoughts though.

"Why did you do it?" His voice was a mere whisper, but its eagerness to be answered was plainly shown. Her laughter stopped immediately, but a radiant smile stayed plastered on her face.

"Why shouldn't I?" and Draco Malfoy nearly groaned in frustration. He didn't have time for her game in wits. Didn't she see how loopy he had grown pondering her possible answer and what did he get, some stupid clever remark! Why had the golden princess bother helping him? The king of cold. They were complete opposites and he doubted she could relate. Then why did she do it? Why would anyone help out his miserable ass? He was startled by her voice.

"Look Malfoy, I didn't do it because I pity you, I know you don't want pity and I wasn't acting on my sympathy either, I already knew the git deserved it, that letter just kind of pushed me over the edge. Good day Malfoy." With her final words, Draco saw Hermione Granger sweep out of the library an air of dignity around her.

At the higher portion of the castle, a young brunette slept peacefully in her room.

Her dream?

The midnight sky stretched for eons, the dazzling stars seemed brighter than ever. The clear and open field seemed so welcoming and soft, each grass blade swayed in soothing rhythm and a fair maiden seemed to relax as she laid on the soft grass bed. She wore an enchanting burgundy dress, strapless, a dress which seemed to sparkle and reached her ankles. A radiant red rose rested on the upper most right side of the dress, she seemed anxious, and eager. Her pounding heartbeats matched those of hoof beats coming closer… and closer… and closer… until a brilliant black stallion halted in front of the sleeping maiden. And a handsome you man leaped off. Hs platinum blonde hair hung in front of striking blue ice eyes, and he knelt down by the maiden. A single finger caressed her cheek for a moment, until the prince awoke the fair maiden. With a kiss…

Meanwhile, the open window allowed the cool night's breeze to pass into Draco's room. The pale male kept tossing and turning, he just couldn't sleep at all. Though the air was cool, he felt suffocated, and threw off the bedcovers. Draco strode to the balcony, embracing the cool air, wearing nothing but his boxers. His head swam with images of a certain bookworm he simply could not take his mind off of. Her deep brown eyes, and tamed chocolate hair. Her smooth creamy skin and large golden heart, she was a puzzle to him. Was it possible for someone to be kind enough to help the enemy? She did, so it had to be, right? Her words weren't all flowers and honey though, she had a sharp tongue and an even sharper mind. She was modest, unlike some other girls he knew. Yet she was also brave and daring to everybody, mostly Umbridge and Professor Snape. Hermione Granger was simply interesting. What made the muggle-born tick? What would terrify her? Please her? What was her true character; she had so many sides… Like the numerous petals of a rose… Whatever sweet she was, he wanted a taste, he wanted a taste of her friendship

That night, while the Gryffindor princess slept peacefully, a coral rose was laid on her bedside.

Coral is for desire

F-D here peeps!! Wow, when have I last updated?? Hmmm… Anyways hoped you like it, things are certainly starting to heat up eh?? Don't worry, I plan to finish this story, the recent LLLLLLLOOOOOOOONNNNNNGGGG break was from a few vacations, but those are mostly over now. Everyone who reviewed for my last chapter I thank you all very much. You don't know how much they pushed me to get off the couch and my fingers to start typing this chapter. I'm sorry for any grammatical mistakes and such.

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