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She couldn't stop thinking about him all the next day. His behavior puzzled her to the extent that it was driving her mad. He had given her a glimpse of who he may have truly been inside, and she saw something good in him. Maybe his hatred wasn't self imposed, but inbred. She was determined to find out.

That night they were working in the Owlery. Hermione worked next to him in silence for as long as she could before the burning question at the back of her mind pushed its' way forward.

"Why did you say what you said yesterday?" she blurted out without thinking. He never looked up from his work.

"Because it's true. It's been beaten into me from the very beginning. Pureblood good, half blood bad. I can't help what I've been taught." She turned to look at him.

"But you can. I think that there is something good inside you, but you have to overcome what you've been taught."

"It's not that simple." They turned their heads at the same time and their lips brushed gently against each other. They pulled away and stared at each other, wide eyed. Draco leaned back in and kissed her gently. His arms laced around her waist and he pulled her closer, eliminating all space between them. Her arms snaked around his neck and she tangled her hands in his hair. Suddenly Draco let out a gasp and pulled away. Hermione looked down at her hands and saw blood.
Author's Note: Really short chapter I know but I'll make up for it in the next one. Just as a side note, this is what I imagine Draco is like when he lets go of his inhibitions and does what he wants instead of what his father wants him to. I am a firm believer that the only reason he is the way he is, is because of his evil SOB father.