Draco walked in the Slytherin common room with a smile on his face.

"You look unusually happy." Blaise commented.

"I did it Blaise. I kissed Granger"

"Kissed her or snogged her?"

"Whats the difference."

"Tongues or no tongues."

"No tongues." Draco replied.

"Well then why are you smiling? No tongues is like how I kiss my Grandma. It means fuck all. Is Granger your grandma?"

"What the fuck are you talking about Zabini?"

"Where?"

"Where what."

"Where did you kiss her?"

"Errr...In the boys bathroom"

"For the love of God. I thought you were smooth. No wonder she didn't do tongues."

"Fuck off"

"Swear all you want, you know I am right."

Draco sulked in his room. Blaise was right. He was completely and totally 100% inadequate. In a boys bathroom for crying out loud. He was an idiot. If he told Blaise that he had been crying a few minutes before she kissed him, he truly would have been fucked.

x

Hermione eyed the letter suspiciously. She had been called to see Professor Dumbledore. She had suspected it was to do with her Head Girl duties but she had a niggling voice in her mind, telling her it was to do with something completely different. And her feeling was usually right.

She was on her way to see the Professor when a cold hand pulled her into a classroom.

"It seems Mr Malfoy that you cannot get enough of me." she laughed.

"Hermione don't." he whined.

"Oh no. You are not doing this to me again. I know that voice." She could tell from his tone that he was going to try to tell her she was too good for him, he didn't deserve her and they should break up.

"Hermione listen." Draco started.

"No you listen. I am involved in your life now. Whatever the reason is that you keep trying to push me away, we can fix it. But I am sick of these games Malfoy. So stop playing them.", she said.

"This is it. This is the fucking reason. You can't fucking fix it.", he shouted.

She flinched as he pulled back his sleeve to show a black tattoo of a skull. She couldn't speak. She couldn't move. She was dumbfounded. He was a death eater. She knew that he had cursed the necklace but he didn't know he was a follower of him.

Voldemort.

"Hermione?" he asked quietly. She was just staring at his arm, not saying anything. He wanted her to shout or scream but she just remained quiet.

"Hermione?" he repeated. He stretched out to touch her. She flinched. She physically flinched. What the fuck was he thinking. Of course they couldn't be together. It was clear that she didn't think he was that bad, until just a few moments ago. He sunk down to the floor of the classroom and put his hands to his face. He closed his eyes and did something he had never done before in his life.

"Hermione, I am sorry." he apologised. He sighed, running his fingers through his hair at the silence that responded. Eventually, he looked up. The room was empty. She had gone.

x

She couldn't think. He was a death eater. Suddenly, she understood his hot and cold attitude. They were on opposite sides. But there was something she just couldn't figure out. Did he hate Voldemort, just as much as Harry, or was he on Voldemort's side and trying to manipulate her. She furrowed her eyebrows together, something that she had picked up from Draco. Why did it feel, that although she found out he was a death eater, she wanted him more than ever? She gasped, as she remembered the meeting she had with Dumbledore. She ran down the corridors towards his office. Panting, she knocked on the door of his office and openend it slightly.

"Ah Miss Granger, delightful to see you. Sit down, sit down." He said, offering her a chair.

She took a seat and smiled up at the old man.

"Miss Granger, I don't know how to put this without sounding intruding into your personal life. But I have noticed that you an Mr Malfoy have become close over this year." Dumbledore said.

Hermione blushed a bright shade of red when he said this. How much he knew about their relationship, she wasn't sure. She recollected, however, Mrs Weasley saying he didn't miss a trick. So as far as she knew, Dumbledore knew everything.

"Miss Granger, I am afraid for the boy. Extremely afraid. He is a very fragile young man at the moment. So if he is to reach out to you Miss Granger. I implore you, help him. Help him through this difficult time he is facing. Be the friend he needs so dearly. You have every right to say no Miss Granger, howev-"

"No Professor, I will be there for him." she vowed, wondering how Dumbledore knew Draco was a death eater.

"Thank you Miss Granger. I knew I could trust you on this." Dumbledore smiled.

Hermione nodded curtly back to him and excused herself to find Draco. She walked down the corridor to hear a beautiful piece of piano music echoing through the hallways. She wondered why all the other students in the hallway were not questioning the source of it until she realised, she was the only person who could hear it. The room of requirement is a place to go when you really need something. And she really needed him. Her footsteps led her to him, following the sound of the subliminal music. Recognising the piece, as the one she heard on the first day they met, she entered the room of requirement quietly. Confidently, she walked over to the piano. Before Draco could say anything, she pulled him up from his chair and kissed him softly on the lips. His lips were soft and inviting. She moved her hands to his hair and snaked her arms around his shoulders, his arms gripping her waist tightly. His tongue brushed over her lower lip, asking for entry and she let him. His sweet, succulent taste made her body zing. Electricity hummed between them and sent shivers down her spine into her toes. His kisses were gentle and caring but passionate and lustful, at the same time. Adrenaline coursed through her body as she pulled him down closer, harder. She knew this was not what Dumbledore was asking her to do but she used it as an excuse to get what she really wanted.

To be with Draco Malfoy.

His arms wrapped around her pulling her tightly into him. They were holding each other like their lives depended on it but they still were not close enough. Draco moved his kisses onto her jaw line and then her collar bone, as she sighed with hunger, leaning her head back to allow him.

"Draco." she moaned.

He pulled away and grinned at her. She loved his smile. It made him look younger, kinder. She never saw him truly smile before, until that moment and somehow, she felt blessed that she had been the one to bring out the happiness in him.

"I guess I am forgiven then?" Draco chuckled.

"Until next time you do something daft." Hermione rolled her eyes, "So I will give it about 30 seconds or so."

"Heyyy." he said flicking her with his index finger.

"Ouch. Malfoy, that hurt. I said 30 seconds not 5."

"I'm not asking for forgiveness for that. I had to do it. Boys are always mean to the girls they like."

"Yes, in nursery." she said.

"What the fuck is nuhrserie?" He snickered, but making a mental note to look it up tonight.

She rolled her eyes as he continued to laugh at her.

"You are going to make me regret this aren't you Malfoy."

"What makes you think that?" he asked putting an innocent voice on.

"Hermione."

"Yes."

"Stop calling me by my second name." he said.

"Don't tell me what to do... Malfoy."

"Meanie"

"I'll take that. Its a lot better than mudblood." Hermione laughed.

Draco flinched at the word. She still had her arms snaked around his shoulders, but his arms dropped from her waist and he looked down.

"Hermione, I. I am...so sorry." he apologised, for the second time that day.

"I shouldn't have said anything Draco. Don't worry it's fin-"

"No, it's not fine Hermione. Don't say it's fine. I am a despicable human being. I will forever hate myself for saying those things I said to you. I am truly, from the bottom of my heart, sorry"

"I forgive you." she whispered softly.

"If I wasn't so selfish, I would have let you go and have Weaselbee or Potter or something."

"Well I guess I'm glad your selfish then." she smiled.

He grinned to himself. Everything was perfect. He had the girl of his dreams stood in front of him and it wasn't just another one of his dreams. He winked and offered his hand to her.

"Would the lady do me the honour of escorting her to class?"

"Hmmm, I will have to get back to you on that one." She smiled and ran away from him.

"Hermione Granger, get back here!" He shouted, as he ran after her, knowing she never listened to him. She had a mind of her own.

He caught up with her and pulled her, causing them to both fall down to the floor. The room of requirement cushioned their landing. Hermione fell on Draco and giggled. He turned them both over so he was on top. He had one leg either side of her body and knelt down to kiss her. Their noses brushed, as he lowered his face to hers, but not before he found himself on the bottom again and a laughing Hermione sitting on top of him.

"I win." she said.

"No, I win." he said, pulling a strand of her hair away from her chocolate-brown eyes, "I don't know how I did it, but I am the one managed to win the heart of the most independent, smart, loving, beautiful girl in Hogwarts, no, the world." he corrected.

"I think that makes me the winner, don't you?" he smiled.