Disclaimer- I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER!

this chapter is a lot different, you'll see. please let me know what you think after.

Hermione hadn't taken into account any feelings other than anger to yesterdays situation. But here she was in potions class the day after the incident with Malfoy, when he had suggested they go to bed together.

Repulsion, humiliation, anger, she had felt all of those. But sitting here next to Malfoy she felt only one thing, Awkward. His expression was completely different than his usual. He didn't have that smirk, the aura which always surrounded him, that of arrogance, it was gone. He looked completely stiff.

'His fists are clenched' Hermione noticed.

"I have a good mind, miss Granger, to take 5 points from Gryffindor if you don't start paying attention" Snape said in that deliberately slow voice of his.

"Sorry, Sir" Hermione didn't object to the claim, Snape was right. She hadn't been paying attention. It's just that she had already studied the Estrella Del Mar potion with Malfoy, it was ingrained into her brain, she could brew it with her eyes closed.

"Granger" Hermione stiffened at Malfoy's voice, trying not to let the ripples of nerves get to her.

As a precaution for Snape she didn't speak, but tilted her head to the side to let Malfoy know she was listening.

"About yesterday. We were both way out of line, let's forget about it. Makes me nauseous just thinking about it"

Hermione felt blood boil beneath her skin.

'Stupid, stupid, Prick!'

She didn't reply, she clenched and unclenched her fists, bit her lower lip, took deep breaths. Class would be over soon.

"Now hand over your work" Snape ordered. Hermione took the piece of paper from her desk walked it over to Snape.

She knew him too well by now, Malfoy, he would swagger slowly to Snape, let every one enjoy the view he presented, be the last student to hand in his paper.

Harry and Ron waited for her just outside the door, Hermione shook her head and waved them away.

She waited where they were previously standing, crossed her arms over her chest. The anger had been eating away at her since Malfoy spoke those words.

She tried her best to act as if she wasn't admiring him when he stepped out of potions. He was to walk past her, she blocked his way, for once being the one to stop him. He quirked an eyebrow at her, questioning.

"Malfoy, where do you get off saying we were both out of line?!" she snapped "You started it!" she jabbed her finger against his chest in accusation.

He grabbed the finger "Yeah, well you didn't object"

"Oh, Pardon?! I guess me saying 'Let me go!' doesn't count?"

"You didn't say that" he smirked, shaking his head in amusement.

Hermione's breath caught in her throat, Malfoy looked inexplicably playful.

"I did!" she insisted, her face coloring as she realized she didn't.

"Listen, Granger" he smiled, pulled her closer by the finger he held on to "If you like me, just say so"

"No" Hermione blurted quickly.

"That was a little fast there, wasn't it?" he toyed with his tongue inside his cheek, tilted his head to the side and smirked.

The sight just about made Hermione melt, how could she deny him?

"I don't like you" the way she said it sounded resigned. An acceptance within a denial.

The smirk vanished from Malfoy's face, he scowled dropping her finger "See you in tutoring" he brushed past her.

Hermione's stomach was doing somersaults. That was more different than any encounter she had ever had with Malfoy. It made her want to smile.

'I don't know whats wrong with me.'

she slumped against the stone wall 'Hermione, Hermione. What happened to you' she asked herself.

There was so much wrong with Liking Malfoy. It was even worse that she was starting to see past his looks. She liked his voice, she liked the way he walked, she liked the way he flew his broom, the smile that toyed on his lips during every quidditch match. She liked how arrogant and self assured he was, the things that were suppose to repel her the most were undeniably starting to become attractive to her. It wasn't a good place to be.

'What am I supposed to do? If it were anyone else I would undoubtedly enjoy the ride through the crush phase. Study it, dissect it for future study and comparison. But with this, I can't, this is Malfoy. Muggle born hating, Draco Malfoy'

Hermione didn't want to keep looking past the face, she didn't want to continue knowing him. She wanted it to stop.

'It's those stupid tutoring sessions!' she knew it was what was forcing them together. She also knew it probably wouldn't stop.

'Fuck. Fuck. Just bloody fuck!'

He had just been joking, he wasn't being serious when he accused her of a crush! But it was right there, in her eyes, Hermione Granger liked Draco Malfoy!

'Good lord, what can she possibly like about me? Besides my looks, I should be the person she loathes the most'

Draco couldn't wrap his head around it. That girl had to be psychotic, he was the worst thing that ever happened to her

'And bloody hell, she likes me? Whats wrong with her?! This is sick!'

Because Draco had felt the most disturbing presence in his stomach, it twisted uncomfortably and fluttered around, when he saw the awe in her eyes, and overall it was pleasant. And that was the sick part.

Baffled, he was baffled. He knew she couldn't be as perfect as she seemed. Her flaw was, quite clearly, she was insane. That was the only possible explanation for her attraction to him.

'Because, fuck, Granger can't like me'

But he had seen it, it still made those weird sensations in his stomach, she liked him. And worst of all, Draco like it that she liked him.

'Fuck. Me. This. is. Bad'

Hermione kept looking at the watch on her wrist, her fingers fiddled with Snape's classroom key.

"Hey, Hermione, did you hear me?" Harry waved a hand in front of her face.

"Sorry, Harry" she focused "What was it?"

"Ron and I really liked these songs we found in your Mp3, we added them to the play-list for Flitwick, that OK?"

"Hm? Oh, quite alright" she smiled at him reassuringly.

"You, OK, Hermione? You seemed … spaced out" Harry gave her a scrutinizing gaze.

"I'm fine" she waved him off "Besides, I don't think I'm the one spaced out" she tilted her head towards Ron. He was resting his head on his arms, staring straight ahead. Hermione knew who he was looking at, it had become increasingly apparent who Ron fancied.

Just to confirm it, Hermione followed his gaze. Bingo. It was Pansy Parkinson. Hermione wanted to let out a squeal of delight when she realized they were spaced out on each other. It wasn't one sided. Pansy was staring back at him, like a silent conversation passing between them.

'Unlike me' she resisted the urge to look for those molten silver eyes, she would be sharing well over an hour with him soon enough.

"Hey, MATE!" Harry snapped his fingers in front of Ron's face.

"Hm?" Ron looked around, almost delirious.

"You alright?" Hermione noticed the quirk of a smile on the corner of Harry's lips as he asked the question, he raised his eyebrows suggestively. Ron looked quickly between Harry and Hermione, then opted to glaring at the latter.

Deducing the obvious, Harry knew who Ron was crushing on. Hermione let a smirk slide on to her face as well.

"So, how's potions, Ron?" Hermione began casually, slowly letting on that she was already in on the secret.

"I hate you both so much" Ron groaned.

"Ooh, Ron's in Love" Hermione teased, poking his side.

Ron glared at her and poked her back. She squeaked and the war was on. They kept poking wherever they could reach, eventually turning into tickles.

"AH! You git! I quit, I quit!" Hermione's laughs echoed through the halls.

Harry was watching amused, shaking his head.

"Lets go" Hermione heard a low voice behind her. She stiffened, she recognized the voice.

She turned to look "Hm?" she answered.

"Lets go" he repeated, this time grabbing her arm.

"Whoa! Have you gone mad? What are you doing?" Ron swatted Malfoy's hands away.

"Don't start with me Weasel, not right now" Malfoy's voice was menacing.

"Malfoy, tutoring doesn't start for another 15 minutes" Hermione said, glaring at him for whatever it was he thought he was doing.

"I want to start early" he grabbed her arm again "Let's go"

"Will you stop touching her?!" Ron jumped off his seat.

"Will you?!" Malfoy growled back at him, letting go of Hermione's arm and stepping up to Ron.

Hermione's eyes widened, what was happening?

"That's quite enough" she squeezed between them,giving Harry a warning look as he was twirling his wand between his fingers.

"I'll see you guys later" she gave in, wanting to diffuse the situation as quickly as possible.

She didn't even get the chance to wave Goodbye, the audacity of Malfoy, yanking her away from her peers and watchful eyes.

He could see her, he could always see her. His seat was directly in front of hers. He had been playing with the thought all day, Hermione Granger liking him. He thought of it from an unbiased point of view. She was a Mud-blood, she was Potter's friend, she was Weasley's friend. She was absolutely the Malfoy Anti, there was no way in hell that he could ever even think of her in a sense other than trash.

Than he thought of it from His perspective. Maybe if she wasn't a Mudblood, Maybe if she wasn't Potter's friend, Maybe if she wasn't friendly with Weasley, Maybe if she wasn't a Gryffindor. Maybe.

But she was all of those, she was his exact opposite in every sense of the word. And then he wondered how exactly it was that she had begun to fancy him? Because how was that possible? Maybe he was wrong, maybe he had misunderstood her signals. How absolutely ludicrous would it be if he based his decisions on how someone's eyes shone when they looked at him?

But he also knew exactly hos she looked, the tone of her voice, the desperation in her face. When he accused her of a crush on him, the acceptance in her face. It was written all over her face.

'Maybe I'm going crazy'

He looked to his side, watched Pansy as she stared straight ahead in front of her. She was looking at Weasley, perhaps. If that was the case she better shape up quick, Weasley was bottom of the barrel, she could do better. Malfoy let his eyes stray from Weasley to Granger. She was looking at Weasley with a huge grin on her face, saying something to him.

'He touched her' Malfoy's eyes narrowed as he watched Weasley poke her, Granger poke him back as it quickly transitioned into tickling. He fought the urge to get off his seat as he watched Weasley's hands wander down her sides. He bit his bottom lip.

'She keeps touching him too' That's what made him explode. Her complete involvement in the repulsive display. She was letting herself get touched and openly touching him back, laughing in delight. Her loud squeals of pleasure reached his ears. His fists clenched, he stood from his seat and walked over to those bloody loud Gryffindor's, was grabbing on to her arm before he could realize that everyone was watching.

'She likes me'

"Let's go" he ordered.

'So why the hell is she laughing with Weasley '

He shrugged off the argument with Weasel, if he let himself become any angrier with Weasley, he was going to hurt him. So he focused on her.

"Let's go" he repeated.

'Because this is your fault'

"Don't start with me Weasley, not right now" he warned, because if he tried to stop him from taking her away, he would have to kill Weasley.

'Because you're supposed to like me'

Draco grabbed at her arm again, willing her to go with him before he got out of hand.

'Because you made me mad, if you don't come with me, Weasley is going to lose his head, and I'll lose mine, and you wont be able to save him. I swear you wont be able to save him'

the surge of emotion was too strong, he couldn't control himself. He didn't even wait for her to come willingly, he pulled her away.

'Because you like me! And I like you!'

"Wait Malfoy" he could her her running as he dragged her along with him.

"Will you stop running, Snape's class room is right here" she tugged on her arm.

"Open the door" he ordered her. Dismissing the glare she shot at him. He watched as her hands came to her neck and pulled off the necklace she always wore, where she kept the key.

They walked in, he after her. He let the door slam as it closed behind him. Granger turned to face him, he could see the ever brave Gryffindor inside of her, as she faced off with him.

"What's your problem now?" she demanded, keeping a good distance away from him.

He ignored her, walked past her to Snape's desk. He had to let his blood cool down, with all his strength he wanted nothing more than to shake the truth from her. A confirmation, a denial. Anything, she was just driving him insane and he didn't know why?!

He grabbed the paper work from Snape's desk and walked to their normal shared seats. He began to work on his paper, she wouldn't want to fall too far behind, he knew her by now. She took pride in finishing first with a perfect. So he waited a minute and soon she was beside him working on her assignment.

"Granger" he began, biting his lip at his risky actions.

"What?" her voice was an exasperated whisper.

"What's your favorite color?"

Hermione couldn't believe her ears. "Pardon?" she questioned.

"Are you deaf? What's your favorite color?" he repeated. She couldn't see his eyes, wisps of silver hair fell over them, his face was down to his work. But she could see his mouth, it was turned upward in a small smirk, not the usual one. It was different.

So she sat for a couple of seconds, turning the question over in her mind. Was it a trick? Was he baiting her? What was he up to? Should she deny him an answer? What would she say?

"Red" she answered, honest.

"Why red?" Malfoy questioned, smirk gone from his face "Remind you of something? Place, thing? Person?" the last one had a bite to it. Hermione retreated from her openness, maybe this was just a trick.

"Not really, my favorite color does vary. But red for Gryffindor" she smiled, answering the next question on her paper. She bit the inside of her cheek "What's yours?" she asked.

"Green" he answered easily.

Hermione scoffed "Green, and I wonder why"

"Because red is so original" he shot back.

Hermione turned to face him, he was already looking at her. And undeniable teasing smile on his face, and she smiled right back quickly looking away.

"I said my favorite color varies" she pointed out.

"Yes. Followed by, Red for Gryffindor" he rolled his eyes a deep chuckle escaping from his lips as he answered a question on his packet.

"Malfoy. What's your favorite sport?" Hermione quickly blurted, just realizing how very stupid that question was. The wizarding world held very little variety in that area, there was only one sport. Of course it would be his favorite, he played it!

"What a tough one" he looked at her and smirked "Quidditch probably"

"Why?" she pressed. It was the weirdest most beautiful experience of her life, getting that smile from him. She felt like she changed the channel, like she switched the old Malfoy for a new one, exactly the same but also different.

Malfoy chewed on the corner of his lip, put down his pencil then looked at Hermione.

"I play quidditch" he deadpanned.

"Yes, that doesn't explain why you like it" Hermione pointed out. "And why do you like playing it?" she tacked on.

He raised his eyebrows at her "You're nosy"

"I'm curious!" she defended "Its a beautiful thing to be curious! That's how discoveries are made"

"Ah" he nodded his head, in understanding "Nosy" he faked a cough.

"You're avoiding the question?" Hermione was a bit taken aback, what could be personal about liking to play a sport?

"Quidditch is liberating, Its being up in the sky, above everything. Your problems don't matter when you play quidditch, on the broom, when you're that much higher than everybody else" he looked directly at Hermione "Nothing matters, unless you want it to"

Hermione stared back at him, her eyes wide with his response. She was wrong, that was personal, and intimate. And it was beautiful, and she sympathized.

"I'm afraid of flying" she confessed, whispering it, so even In the empty classroom it was only for his ears.

He stared at her than began shaking. He guffawed loudly and continued laughing. Hermione took immediate offense, and were it not for his contagious smile and laughs she would have thrown a spell at him to shut him right up.

"I'd do it!" she amended "But I rather not! It's not like a phobia, Its a legitimate fear! We can't all be reckless idiots who enjoy zipping through the sky" she continued to defend herself, her reasons failing to reach him through his raucous laughter.

She waited for his laughs to die down, she was ready to tackle the elephant in the room.

"Malfoy, this is strange" she said.

"I know" he shrugged, turning to his paper work "It was strange the minute they paired us off together"

Hermione turned what he said over in her head, deciding she had another question that had been bothering her, maybe he knew the answer. "Why do I have to keep tutoring you? I've explained to Snape that you're more than above average in potions. That you don't need the help"

"I have too, denied your help, clearly I don't need it. He says the same thing every time, Work with Granger and make it a peaceful experience. Whatever the hell that means"

Hermione looked at him, a much persistent question twisting at her. What the hell, "Malfoy, every fiber in me is telling me that you're up to something" she answered the last question on her packet "Are you?"

He twirled his pencil back and forth from one finger to the other. "I guess you're just going to have to stick around to find out" he quirked an eyebrow and smirked.

Hermione looked at him and decided that she didn't mind sticking around to find out if it was some elaborate scheme. Because now she knew Malfoy's favorite color and she wanted to know more. Like a trade, she would take whatever was coming as long as she could take a bit of him with her.

It didn't register to her how much she was falling, and if it did, she didn't care.

'Because, bloody hell, do I like this prick'

It was short, i know, i'm sorry. take it like a first part, im writing the next one noW and it will probably be posted tomorrow and it will be longer, i promise!

Please tell me what you thought xD.