A/N I don't have many reviews… L I see all these other stories, all over the site, that have about 100 reviews. How many do I have? 12. But don't sweat it… I'm just kind of feeling left out here. Oh, and Hermione HAD to act kind of dumb and not know who the person was, or the surprise would be ruined! I didn't WANT her to act dumb… Didn't I warn you there would be some slight OOCness? XD

Disclaimer: You all know I don't own this amazing world of Harry Potter!

Hermione, upon reaching the Astronomy Tower, realized that she was about an hour early. It was only eight o' clock! The person that had threatened her wouldn't be there yet… But she decided to stay anyway. What better things did she have to do?

Lots. There was to first tell her friends of this mysterious stranger, and then decide what to do about it. Ron… poor Ronald didn't even know that his video was on the Messaging System. He didn't know what was in store for his would-be girlfriend at the top of this tower, and neither did she?

Hermione couldn't guess what this person could possibly want with her. It didn't make a grain of sense! Maybe they wanted her to do their homework for the rest of the year. That wouldn't be too bad. Hermione already did that for Ron and Harry anyway.

But when Hermione got to the top of the Astronomy Tower, she wasn't alone. None other than Draco Malfoy was standing there.

"Malfoy, get out of here. I'm waiting for someone," she said.

"Wow. Hermione Granger hasn't figured it out yet!" laughed Draco.

"Figured what out?" demanded Hermione, feeling dumber and dumber by the second. She knew exactly what he meant, and was mentally slapping herself over and over again for not realizing it. Right now, Hermione was just stalling. For what, she really didn't know.

"That I'm Crushed, that Pansy is I'm in love, and that Blaise is Slime," he replied. Hermione sent Draco a look of pure loathing.

Draco was startled. Not because of her loathing look, no, he had expected that. What he hadn't expected was how much desire he would feel to replace that look on her face with something else. Not hate. Not lust. Not longing. Love. Real and absolute love. But Draco's face, his own, must never show that kind of emotion. Not without a battle first.

Hermione felt the same way. She saw Draco's eyes. They betrayed his facial expression, which was of complete hate. His eyes said something else, something deeper was going on here. That he, even just a little, regretted his decision. That being to join Voldemort and the Death Eaters. And Hermione wanted his whole face to reflect what she felt for Draco. It was love. But her own face… Hermione wouldn't let it melt down to love. Not without a fight.

Because for both of them, just giving up was never an option.

"So what do you want, Malfoy?" asked Hermione, resigned. They were both still on top of that tower. It was now 8:03 AM. That whole interaction had only taken three minutes. Those three minutes had seemed like an eternity to both of them.

"I want, for starters, for you to call me by my first name, and not my last," he said.

"Fine. What do you want now, O Draco the Dragon?" joked Hermione.

"No time for joking! But wait- How did you know my name means Dragon?"

"I took Latin when I went to Muggle school, Mal- I mean Draco," answered Hermione smartly.

"Anyway, I want you to come with me now." Hermione followed Draco down the Astronomy Tower steps and to the other side of the school. She wondered where they were going. Draco walked up to an apparently empty patch of wall and said "Malfoy". A door opened, and Draco pulled Hermione into a room behind him.

The room had emerald green walls with a thin silver stripe running around the entire perimeter. There was a dark green loveseat facing a fireplace, which had a fire going. There was a flight of stairs going up in a spiral to two closed doors.

Draco hauled Hermione up the stairs and opened one of the doors. It was a room with scarlet walls and gold stripes running around the perimeter, one on top of the other. There was a window behind a four-poster bed, and a nightstand next to that. On one wall was a dresser, and next to that an open door that led to a bathroom.

"This is your room," said Draco stiffly.

"WHAT? You mean I have to live in the same quarters as YOU?" thundered Hermione, who had guessed (correctly) that the other door in the hall had entered to a room like this one, but was Draco's.

"It was going to happen anyway, we're Head Boy and Girl and McGonagall put off telling us about the Heads' Tower for as long as she could," replied Draco calmly.

"Fine. Again I ask: What do you want me to do?" asked Hermione, getting frustrated.

"Hmm, I want you to do my-"

"Homework. But that's not possible. We don't even HAVE homework this year," said Hermione.

"-laundry. Do my laundry," finished Draco.

"Where is it, then?"

"In my room."

"Well, go get it!" hollered Hermione.

"Fine, fine." Draco went and got his laundry. "Come on." She followed him back to the Common Room, where he plopped down his messy assortment of laundry onto the couch.

He disappeared back into his room. "Ugh. Such a lazy boy," spat Hermione after him.

She so longed to be able to say that lovingly. But it would never happen. Anyway, Hermione charmed Draco's clothing so that it was clean and folded. She was about to call Draco down, but thought to do something first. Hermione might not get a better chance. She waved her wand around in a circle, and the room turned a neutral white with a white couch and a silver stripe.

Draco came down the stairs. He suddenly stopped and paled. Hermione sighed. She knew what was coming. "WHAT HAPPENED TO THE COMMON ROOM?"

"I made some slight changes from the previous theme. You know why? Because I feel that, though House Pride is wonderful, we should remain neutral, at least in front of one another," replied Hermione.

"Code for: 'I hate Slytherin. Don't show any of it in front of me'."

"I'm offended that you would think-"

"Oh, stuff it, Mudblood!" interrupted Draco.

Hermione huffed and returned to her room. She slammed the door behind her. Though she heard the word often enough, was called it often enough, Hermione felt… betrayed when Draco said it.

Thinking about this, Hermione suddenly burst into tears. Hearing, Draco rushed up the stairs and pounded on her door. He tried opening it, but it was locked, and Hermione had performed a spell that made sure Alohamora wouldn't work on it.

"Hermione! Open up!" Draco said. She did. Draco was heartbroken to see her tear-streaked face. The minimal mascara that she wore was carried down with her tears.

Draco hated himself for making this happen. Hermione deserved so much better than this. She deserved… she deserved him. No, no, wait. He deserved her. She was better than him, better by miles and miles. And Weasel liked her. If Draco didn't do something, Hermione Granger would become Hermione Weasley, and he couldn't let that happen. It wasn't fair to Hermione. It wasn't fair to him. Hermione should become… she should become Hermione Granger-Malfoy!

Draco slapped himself mentally, then talked to her. "Look Hermione, I'm really sorry for calling you a Mudblood. I didn't mean it! It just slipped out. I really think you're the prettiest, most smart and sensitive girl I have ever met or seen." He clapped a hand to his mouth. "Did I actually just say that?" he squeaked.

"Yes, yes you did," said Hermione. She tried to sound stiff and angry, but she couldn't help the grin that spread across her face. Draco had just let slip his true feelings for her… But what most surprised her was not that he felt that way for her. It was that she felt the exact same way for him.

"I can't believe I just said that… That sucked Royal Hippogriff… (A/N If you've seen AVPM, you'll get it) Why did I say that? But I mean it… Right? No I don't… Yeah I do! YEAH I do!" said Malfoy, more to himself than Hermione. But her grin turned to pure beaming as she heard it.

"Draco…"

"Lets forget that ever happened, okay?" Draco said. Hermione realized that it would be so much fun to act like she hated him, to act like she didn't feel the same way. She had to make Draco jealous.

A/N Review. PLEASE? I hope you like this idea… If you have any suggestions, PLEASE voice them… I have no idea what should happen next. The Messaging System has to somehow tie in with all of this, and embarrassment is essential.