Draco's P.O.V.

Chp.7- Different

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Draco knew Hermione was pissed. He had saw fire in her eyes, and he knew it wasn't from passion.

He was sorry to say that being the school's smartest witch, she was sure lacking common sense.

Ok so he had grown taller, buffer, changed his hair, and his voice had turned deeper, but she still couldn't figure him out?

He had known better than trying to talk to her. She had stormed off towards the Head rooms, and he had walked slowly behind her. He didn't want her yelling at him.

Draco knew a confrontation was about, but he hadn't expected it so soon.

He shut the door leading into the common room, and was met by a livid Hermione in his face yelling at him.

"Who the hell do you think you are Draco Malfoy?"

Draco knew he shouldn't get smart with her. His luck she would slap him across his face for being a smart aleck.

"Think you could play me? You rude, pompous, good for nothing prat!"

Still he remained silent, staring at her.

"You're nothing but a stupid git!"

Draco decided to shut her up before she said anything else. She was making him hard again. She was so god damn sexy with her face all red, and her eyes furious.

Draco kissed her on the lips, holding her body close to his.

He trailed kisses down to her neck, seeing Hermione was breathing deeply and had her eyes closed.

He was getting close to her chest, when she pushed him off her, and ran into her room.

Well actually it was his room. She must not have noticed, otherwise that would be the last place she would go most likely.

He sat on the couch for awhile, and waited, hoping she would come out.

Draco waited till he thought she had cooled down enough to talk to him.

He went in, and saw her lying on his bed.

"Hermione?"

No reply.

He walked over to the bed, and saw she was asleep. Tear stains down her cheeks.

Draco got undressed, and grabbed some clothes.

He was going to take a shower, but he had better wake her up first.

Draco knew better than to shake her. He decided on a more subtle approach.

He leaned down and kissed her on the lips, softly and slow.

Draco moved to kiss her tears away from her cheeks.

He moved back to her lips, and was kissed back.

Draco pulled back and saw she was still asleep. He had to stifle a laugh.

As soon as he saw her begin to stir, he walked into the bathroom, leaving her alone.

He turned the shower on, and took his boxers off.

Draco washed up, and dried himself off.

He put his clothes on, and went into the common room.

He grabbed a book off one of the shelves in the room, and laid down on the couch reading.

Draco heard the door open, but pretended he didn't.

He heard it close, then he heard another door open and close.

Draco walked into his room, and laid down on the bed, exhausted.

He could still smell her perfume on his sheets.

It was a mix of roses and cinnamon. Draco could stay there, kissing Hermione, and inhaling her wonderful scent all day.

Wait! You shouldn't be thinking about Her...Granger in this way, Draco thought to himself.

You can't help it though...You like her too much, his conscious reminded him.

Shut up! Who asked you anyway?

Draco fell asleep thinking about Hermione.

When he had awoken it was morning, and he remembered a dream he had about Hermione that night.

She was his wife, and she was pregnant with his child.

Draco didn't love her, and even if he would eventually, Lucius would never allow it.

That was one of the reasons after he found out it was Granger, he had still flirted with her. To rebel, but the main reason was she had turned hot, and was available and willing.

Draco supposed he liked her a bit. How could you not like a smart, pretty, and nice girl?

But she did have her flaws. She could be annoying, a know-it-all, and she was dull sometimes too.

She had flavor and character though.

If only she wasn't friends with the weasel and potty. That was a big problem there. Potty was a royal pain in the ass. Draco had always despised him since he had chosen the weasel over him in 1st year, and as for the weasel, well their families went back a long time, feuding to no end.

What could he say? It was how he was brought up.

Why couldn't Hermione be a pure-blood Slytherin?

Then no one would have a problem with the thought of a relationship.

She definitely wouldn't be friends with potty or weasel, and she would have been raised to know when a guy asked her out, and his name was Draco Malfoy, she had better say yes, no argument.

Hermione was different though. She didn't care who you were. You had better be charming, and intellectual before she even thought of giving you a second glance.

That's what was so appealing about her. She wasn't a cheap whore like Pansy, but she wasn't a stuffy snob like Hannah Abbot.

She was an everyday girl looking for romance.

Except Draco knew she wasn't some everyday girl.

She was fiery, spunky, gorgeous, and absolutely breathtaking.

He wouldn't mind coming home to that everyday.

WAIT! Draco stop thinking like this!

Draco mentally slapped himself. How could he think something like that? This was Granger he was talking about.

He got up and took a shower. Then he got himself dressed, and started playing around with his hair, trying to get it into the right spot.

Draco finally gave up on his hair, and grabbed his bag to go to breakfast, because he had classes to go to.

At least he wouldn't be stuck in the common room with Hermione the whole day.

But maybe that's a bad thing, Draco thought to himself, and smiled.