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A/N: Ok. I know it has been a while since I have written. Please forgive me. I just seem to never get around to it.

Diary Pages

20/09

Dear Diary,

The 'smartest witch of her age' Hermoine Granger has yet to figure out my plan. She doesn't know that I'm all an act. What she sees is not what I am. No one knows who I really am. She will never find out I hexed Harry. Harry will never remember I made sure of it.

I have just begun to mess with her. She took something that I wanted.

I will get revenge, don't you doubt. My plan WILL NOT fail.

I'm determined that it won't. I'm determined to prove myself. Show I was worthy of the task. Show I could have done it better than her.

Draco is a source of weakness for her. Something, which I have and will to continue to use to my advantage, he will become very useful in my plan. An added factor I had not considered. Something I had not planned but will help for certain.

What I have planned now will have her scared. On edge, just how I want her.

They slammed the book shut, doing a quick locking charm and slipped it under their mattress. With a smile plastered across their face, they quickly left the dorm and down to the common room.

Hermoine sat crossed legged on the floor of her room, potions books array around her. Some open, some closed, some bookmarked. Snape had given them a four-page essay and she had yet to complete the first page. Draco's words swam in her head.

"I could make you the cockroach that you are but I would much rather watch you squirm like this"

She could still feel the heat from his body, his breath on her face. It sent shivers down her spine. She shook her head and tried concentrating on her essay. She glanced at her advanced potions book, then to her page again. She dipped her quill into the ink jar and began scribbling down the information. She stopped and looked over at the book again. She dipped her quill in again, before she could write another word a knock at the door echoed through her room. Hermoine sighed loudly but remained seated.

"Yes Malfoy?" she hissed. The door of her room opened slowly and there he stood arrogance radiating of his muscular body. He lent on the doorframe, a typical pose for the Slytherin Prince. He hair lay wet against his forehead. Malfoy's eyes surveyed the surroundings.

"I was wondering if you remembered?" he asked calmly with a hint of annoyance in his voice.

"Remembered what?" Hermoine asked, as a confused look came over her face.

"We have detention." Draco said with out an emotion. Hermoine's eyes narrowed at him.

"Oh yes we do. Thank you for reminding me." She said. "Aren't you going to go then? I have nearly finished this."

"I don't want to walk by myself even if it's with you for company and I'm pretty sure that ink spill isn't going to help you finish that." Draco said smirking. Hermoine looked down at her essay. The ink from her quill had leaked over half her page, thankfully not, over what she had written.

"Oh for Merlin's sake." she grumbled. Hermoine flicked her wand and the ink patch disappeared. She quickly rose from her seated position and ran her hands over her robes removing the creases. She looked at Malfoy still standing there, now with a bigger smirk. "Aren't you taking anything, like the class work?" she asked him while stepping out of her book circle.

"No, why would I? Then I would have to do some work." He said turning away from the door and proceeding down the stairs. Hermoine just scoffed behind his back. She grabbed her recent book, hoping she could do some reading, not like she was going to talk to Malfoy the whole time.

"I don't see how you can be second in our year and never do any work." Hermoine yelled down the stairs and she quickly followed him. She came around the corner so fast she ran straight into Draco. They both fell backwards, Hermoine's book going flying.

"Granger. Get-off-me." Draco heaved his lungs winded and crushed but Hermoine. Hermoine looked down at the blonde beneath her.

"Am I intimidating you by being this close Malfoy?" she said quietly.

"Oh no Granger, it's quite arousing." He replied smirking. Hermoine quickly jumped off him.

"Something's are better left unsaid Malfoy." Hermoine grabbed her book before making her way out of the common room.

"Oi Granger wait." Draco yelled after her.

They walked silently down the corridors. Draco glanced occasionally at Hermoine. She was humming softly something not joyous though. It was low and ghostly.

"If your going to hum can it least be nice?" he asked angrily.

"I don't do nice." She said plainly. Draco looked over at her in curiosity and shock.

"So you would do me?" he asked smugly. Hermoine ignored his comment and kept walking. There was more silence as they walked. Draco began humming something light and funny. Hermoine giggled and tried following the beat. She failed miserably making Draco laugh at her.

"Oh my god. You can pick up or hold a tune what so ever." Draco said still laughing heartily. Hermoine just laughed and punched his arm. "What was that for? I was just stating a fact."

"Hey! I was never a musician." she asked smiling.

"Obviously" Draco smirked. Hermoine went to punch his arm again but he caught her wrist pulling her closer. His grey eyes bore into hers, making her blush but she remained eye contact. "Sure you want to do that?" he asked softly letting go of her wrist and grabbing her waist, pulling her small frame against him.

"Depends," a cheeky smile forming on her face.

'Oh Merlin, I'm flirting with DRACO MALFOY. What the hell am I doing? How did we get here? We were just laughing and humming. How did it get to this close proximity? Pull away now Hermoine, save yourself. You know you can't do this. Too much history with the family.'

"On what?" he asked moving his face closer to her. Hermoine struggled against his grip but he only tightened his arm more. "What does it depend on Her-Granger?"

"Let go of me Malfoy!" she hissed, her angry intensifying. He stared at her. She tried reading his eyes, unable to get a distinctive emotion.

"Kiss me first. I know you have wanted to since you ran into me on the stairs." He said smirking but to his utter amazement, rather than an argument, he felt two warm lips pressed hard against his own. He went to deepen the kiss but Hermoine pulled away.

"Let go of me Malfoy." She said, her voice dangerously low. Draco let go of her.

'What had just happened there? Hermoine Granger just kissed me. Without any argument or force. It just doesn't make any sense. No sense what so ever.'

Hermoine walked away, not looking at Draco. He however could not help look at her so shocked by her recent behaviour.

"Stop looking at me Malfoy. I'm not going to disappear in front of your eyes." She said quietly.

"Glad to see you remembered." Professor La'Brooy said to the two students before her. She smiled softly. As soon as they had entered the classroom, she had sense some unease between them. She noticed the way Hermoine avoided Draco completely and how Draco completely avoided her. "I see you haven't brought any of your class work." Hermoine blushed and Draco smirked.

'I knew I should have brought some work. I'm so stupid, distracted by bloody Draco Malfoy. Why did I let him distract me? I'm so clumsy and ran straight into him. Ugh! Then I had to go kiss him. This day just keeps getting better and better. All I want to do is read my book' Hermoine sadly thought.

'This teacher seriously cannot be serious. Like I ever do work for anyone, especially not her. She is young. She will learn not to mess with Draco Malfoy.'

La'Brooy smiled slyly. It was times like these when she loved her powers.

"Well I guess since it's the first detention you shall be serving. I guess I can let it slip. Next time though I would like you to bring in your class work." She looked over to Hermoine and winked. "I see Miss Granger you have brought a book." Hermoine nodded smiling. "Well since you at least brought something you may sit down and read. However you Mr Malfoy," she said turning towards Draco. "Since you haven't brought anything, than I'm presuming, the clothes on your back. See that cupboard." La'Brooy pointed to a dark mahogany cupboard standing at the back of the room. Draco nodded not really paying attention. "There are about five boxes in there full of god knows what. I want you to sort through them, try to categorise them as best you can." Before Draco could even protest, the Professor had walked away.

Hermoine smirked behind her book. She had barely read anything she sat facing Draco. Watching him grunt and grumble about his unfair treatment made her smile. He had taken off his outer robe and was now wearing pants and a black shirt. Beads of sweat where breaking on his forehead. The boxes he was sorting through where large and she could tell they were heavy by the way his veins pulsated in his arms. Hermoine conjured up a jug of water and a glass and carried over it too him.
Professor La'Brooy watched quietly. She knew Hermoine had not read a single word of her book. 'Good' she thought. Draco had grumbled for a while but gone down to the task eventually but his thoughts were not on it. They were focused on the pretty little brunette, who had transformed two chairs into a love seat, sitting pretending to read her book. At first his thoughts were of how unfair the situation was but then they developed into much more intense thoughts. Ones she preferred she couldn't hear but what surprised her even more was Hermoine was doing the same thing. Now as she watched the interaction between she couldn't helped but smile.
"Would you like some water?" Hermoine asked quietly, not knowing why she was doing this. Draco looked at her puzzled but gratefully accepted the glass of water. Hermoine placed the jug on a table near the cupboard.

"Thank you." Draco said wiping his brow with his hand.

"Well I owe you. I guess this is just a beginning of my thank you." Hermoine said quietly before shuddering remembering that terrible night. The night she almost lost Harry.

"Do you know who it was yet?" Draco said sincerely. Hermoine shook her head. A single tear ran down her face as she sat on the edge of a desk, her hands lay in her lap. "Your smart enough to work it out but I'll help if you want." Draco found himself puzzled as much as Hermoine by his words.

"No, it's ok. I already owe you enough."

"I don't think you do Hermoine." Hermoine looked up from her hands to Draco. He smiled sincerely at her. She had liked they way her name had sounded from his lips.

"Hermoine?" She cocked one eyebrow and laughed. Draco just tilted his head and shrugged.

"Stay here, while I do this? I wouldn't mind the company." Draco asked softly, unable to look at her. Hermoine nodded and flicked her wand and the couch moved and she placed herself comfortably on it. She opened her book and began reading. Draco pulled a box closer and sat next to her with his back against the couch and started sorting through it. To anyone this site would have seem quite weird. The Gryffindor Know-it-all and the Slytherin Prince sitting together peacefully.

Professor La'Brooy smiled once again at the oddness of this couple and resumed her work.

A/N: So..what ya think? I quite like it. I don't know why though. Reviews please!!! I want to get to 50 before I update again. Thank you.