HI! I can't believe I'm writing again so soon. Yesterday before I wrote chapter 11, I just had this major brainstorm after having damn writers block for almost two months. So yeah…I even think I know how I want to end it (even though I'm not close to done).

Disclaimer: I don't own Draco, Hermione, or anything else related to Harry Potter. This specific story line is only the crazy thoughts in my mind, put into story form.

Hermione set her bag down next to her seat as she began the essay she had been assigned in potions. But, instead of getting anything written down on the parchment, she was thrown off of focus when the portrait flew open and Draco came walking through, his eyes resting on her. He had the tiniest of grins pulling at his lips as he made his way towards her and sat down in the empty chair across from her. He folded his hands on the table and grinned wider.

"What?" she asked quickly, getting a little fidgety with him grinning at her that way.

"I just spoke to Dumbledore," he stated, his arrogant tone flowing in his words.

"And…?"

"And, he wants us to take on one of his proposals."

"And that would be?" she asked, not liking where this conversation was going.

Draco sighed in mock annoyance and continued. "It seems as though," he started, "that there is a certain potion that can be made for extra credit." Hermione's eyes widened as Draco patted himself on the back mentally. Merlin, he knew he would get her attention with this. "No student has made it before. It will take an entire night of watching it over in the potions room. Dumbledore wants us to make it," he paused for a second or two, "and test it."

Hermione's eyes widened as she stared at him in disbelief. How could Dumbledore want her to spend an entire night alone in a potions room with him! How could Dumbledore do this to her! And what in Merlin was this potion going to do to them if they were to test it! "B-but…" she stuttered, "there…there is NO way that I am going to spend an-an entire night in the potions room with the likes of you!"

Draco shook his head. "This was Dumbledore's decision. I can't change anything."

"But, but I cannot!"

"But," Draco whispered, pushing his face towards hers, "Dumbledore ordered it."

Hermione groaned and fell back in her seat. "Dumbledore wouldn't do this to me…" she whispered.

"Well, apparently…he would," the sniveling Slytherin stated, his grin growing by the second as he watched the head girl, obviously in denial.

After a few more moments of thinking, Hermione raised her eyes to his, damning herself when the butterflies began flopping around in her stomach again. "What…what will be the…effect of this potion if we are to test-test it?" she asked, praying to the almighty that it wouldn't be something utterly horrible and disturbing.

Draco smiled, a smug expression filtering onto his face. "The potion will make us invisible."

Hermione scoffed. "What is the point of that!" she asked.

"The point of it," Draco began, "is to find out first hand if students act differently when the head students aren't around. Therefore we still must attend our classes."

Hermione groaned and shook her head, burying her face in her hands. "Just…just how long will the effects of the potion…last?" she questioned, not daring to look up at him.

Draco sighed, saying, "oh, not too long, I should hope."

The head girl raised her face, setting her sights on the blond haired boy across from her. He was sitting there with the most pompous smile on his face as she watched him with weary eyes. Tapping her index finger lightly on the table (which was currently making Draco insane with the urge to throw her down on the table right there) she sighed lightly and held her head up with her rolled fist.

"When do we start?"

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"I can't believe I'm doing this," Hermione stated flatly as she threw in another ingredient to the potion that night. "I can't believe Dumbledore is making us do this. I can't believe that I'm in here with you, making this bloody potion. I can't believe-,"

"How lucky your circumstances are?" Draco finished for her, a smirk playing across his lips.

Hermione endured the urge to strangle him then and there.

"No," she replied angrily, glaring at him through the hair that hung down before her eyes as she stood, hovering over the potion while she stirred it. "More like, how unlucky my circumstances are."

Draco pulled back, his face showing mock hurt as she began muttering a very colorful array of words to herself. "You know, I don't see why you must be so negative on the matter," he said smoothly. "In fact, this could turn out to be quite the night of bonding on our parts." Hermione glared at him once again and pushed him back away from her, as he had been stealthily creeping towards her every second.

"Stay away from me, you bastard," she whispered hotly.

"You need not whisper," Draco said chuckling, "I put a sound proof spell on the outer walls of the room so as to not awaken anyone." A loud groan escaped Hermione's throat and echoed through the large room, bouncing off the stone walls and floor. "See? No one heard that, except for…you and I," he added, placing a finger tip on the center of her chest, then on the center of his own as he watched her through amused eyes. She had seemed to inhale lightly when he touched her and the mere thought almost made him laugh out loud. This was almost too good to be true! Surely, this would be the night.

Hermione averted her eyes as she stirred the potion the last few times and sighed, sitting down in a chair at the table. The greenish potion was bubbling with heat, as the two sat there in the particularly cool room. The light from the stars was filtering in through the windows located near the roof of the room. The only other source of light was that from their two wands, put together at the side of the table, creating a soft white glow around the table and into the corners of the room.

"When is the next time we stir?" the head girl asked quietly, staring down into the potion. Draco scoffed and replied rudely, wondering why in Merlin she thought he would know. She rolled her eyes and sighed heavily, lying her head down on her arms, which she had folded on the table. Draco noticed this and tapped her on the head in an annoying manner.

"Don't fall asleep now," he said lightly, watching her pull her head up slightly to look at him.

"I thought we could take…shifts or something…" she replied lazily, letting her head fall back down onto her arms.

"No, because then we both might fall asleep and the potion will be ruined if we do not tend to it."

"Well then," she replied, standing up, "I'm going to pass some time," and with that, she walked slowly over to the cabinets and opened them. She quickly looked through them and pulled out a book, heaving it to her chest and holding it tightly. After making her way over to a desk, which was lit up by the stars shining through the windows, she placed the book down on the table with a thump. She sat down in the chair and turned the cover over and…began to read.

Draco sighed. He soon lifted himself from the seat and walked towards her, stopping himself so that he was standing behind her. "Reading again, Granger? Is that all you do for fun?" he drawled, placing his hands on the desk so that one hand was on either side of her and his head hovered over one of her shoulders. She froze immediately and dared not to turn and look at him, even if she was going to glower at him as if he were the plague. No, looking at him while he was in this position over her would be extremely dangerous.

Then against all Hermione's wishes, he bent down further and put his lips dangerously close to her ear. "Well," he whispered, sending shivers up and down her back. "I believe that I could possibly come up with something better to pass the time." Hermione gulped quietly and let her eyes slip shut as she asked Merlin to help her in her situation. What kind of female wouldn't be shaking in their seat as Draco Malfoy spoke to them in that husky way. It was almost unbearable!

Hermione gulped once again and licked her lips after opening her eyes. "I highly doubt that, Malfoy," she replied shakily. Draco smirked as his hand crept towards her side.

"Oh, I think you're quite mistaken," he replied, making butterflies begin their mad dance in the pit of her stomach once again. Then without warning, he shut the book with a flick of his wrist and heaved himself up on the table. He sat there, staring down at Hermione as her vision seemed glued to the table. She finally stood up and began walking towards the potion, muttering to him about how he had seemed to have lost his senses.

Draco's eyes widened and he quickly hopped off of the desk and ran over to her. He stopped himself before her, blocking her way towards the potion and their wands. She seemed to have begun to hold her breath from the look that was plastered across her face. Draco could almost describe it as shock, but decided that that was a little too exaggerated.

Taking a few steps back, her glance traveled around the room, wishing that she wasn't stuck in this position. Draco grinned when her back finally hit the wall, right under where the windows were. He placed one hand on either side of her head and leant forward, watching her eyes widen in the shadows. Finally, he had her in his grasp.

"This seems awfully familiar, does it not?" he asked huskily, remembering that day in the woods on their way back to the castle and how close he had come to her. Hermione's eyes widened further as she watched his face come nearer every second.

"I don't know what-what you're talking about…" she muttered, holding her breath again.

"Shall I remind you?" he asked suggestively, receiving what was probably supposed to be a glare, but only came out as a weak narrowing of the eyes. He chuckled, dropping his head to look at the floor, his silky hair rustling with each swift movement. Hermione could not help but inhale his scent as he looked away. The effect of this almost made her stumble.

Merlin, these two were in deep.

"Malfoy, could you p-please move?" she asked, her voice coming out in a shallow whisper. Draco paused and lifted his eyes to meet hers. He felt himself soften when he saw her standing there, her eyes as wide as saucers, watching him, recording his every slight movement. Yet, there was just that voice in the back of his mind, urging him to go further, to take advantage of this perfectly opportune moment. "Malfoy? Please? I just want to get make this potion and get it over with. There is absolutely no reason why things should be like this. Can't you be civil with me for once? This really is ridiculous and-…"

That was it. She was rambling and there was only one way to stop her. Draco let his eyes slip shut as he stepped closer and pressed his soft lips to hers. Both held their breath as their lips touched, wondering what the hell they were supposed to do next. Hermione, for one, had never been kissed like this and Draco had never felt like this when he had kissed. Something had exploded inside of him, a hot, fluid-like fire that began seeping through his body at maximum speed. He almost swayed at the feeling, but held himself up by tightening his grip on the stone wall behind her.

Hermione remained there, unmoving, waiting for him to pull away. She was shaking slightly, her eyes half shut as the ecstasy crept through her body and into her limbs. She, too, had become slightly unaware of her balance and almost toppled over, but did not because of the firm voice in her mind, daring her not too. This was almost too much. His lips were so soft, so warm and comfortable, set right over hers and interlocking with them. But it ended as quickly as it had started when he exhaled through his nose and pulled away, leaving her lips cold and dry.

His head stopped only inches from hers, his eyes burning into her own as she watched him. Draco only stood there, his hands still placed on either side of her head as she parted her lips slightly. "I…I think it is time to stir the-the potion," she whispered, "we must not forget-…"

Taking advantage of the moment, Draco leaned in again, pressing his lips to hers and slipping his tongue inside her mouth, allowing it to explore. He sighed heavily when he felt the heat of her mouth invade his own and turned his face to an angle. One of his hands slowly fell from the wall and he placed it lightly on her neck, letting his fingers twiddle her curls playfully. He soon let his other hand travel to her shoulder, where he let it lay dormant. His body stepped closer without him noticing and soon Hermione found herself stuck between the wall and his body, barely enough room to breath.

She remained unresponsive for a few seconds until he let his tongue come into contact with her own, almost sending her into a fit. Her hands clapped onto the wall on either side of her and she felt her fingertips trying to dig themselves into the stone. To no avail, she remained on the same side of the wall, locked there with no where to go. That was it. She wasn't going to be treated like some object to be played with. Not knowing what else to do, she quickly lifted up her hands and pushed him back, breaking their contact.

She glared hard at him before stepping around him and walking back to the table. She grabbed hold of her wand and sat before the cauldron. "I told you to stay away from me."

Draco groaned and let his head fall back. He rubbed his face with his hands and turned around walking to the table. His body dropped down into the seat with a quiet thump, causing Hermione to jump slightly.

The rest of the night and into the morning was spent in complete silence. Hermione had stirred the potion when needed, while Draco sat there, trying to come up with the slightest reason as to why she had pushed him away. I mean really, if Draco were a girl, he definitely wouldn't have pushed his boy self away if such a thing would have happened. That was just how it worked. Hermione was ruining the pattern and it was making Draco slightly angry to say the least.

When the sun's rays began to shine into the room that morning, both head boy and head girl had been slouched over in their chairs, Hermione half-asleep, Draco…asleep. Instead, Hermione was brought to her senses rather rudely when a loud "pop" sounded from the cauldron and a few bubbles rose into the air. She lifted her face up and looked over into the potion. It was a dark greenish color and seemed to be quite thin in consistency, with bubbles popping all over the surface of it.

She averted her eyes for her gaze to land on Draco. He had his head resting on his arms, which were folded on the wooden table. Blond strands of his silky hair were hanging down in front of his eyes, almost entirely hiding them from view. She almost felt wrong for having to wake him up when he was sleeping there in such a peaceful state. But nevertheless, he had to be woken. So she carefully reached across the table and tapped him lightly on the shoulder.

Draco stirred slowly and lifted up his face slightly, letting out a large yawn. His weary eyes blinked open a few times behind the threads of hair that were still hanging down into his vision. Hermione couldn't help but smile at the boy before her. He seemed so innocent, so beautiful at the time. He lifted his face to look at her and smiled at her through half open eyes. Not a suggestive smile, a smug smile, nor an arrogant smile, but a true, sincere smile, one that Hermione had never in her days expected to see shine on his countenance.

Hermione felt the breath lodge in her throat.

It was at that moment that the Hermione everyone knew was gone for the rest of time. It was as if she had been washed away and lost for all eternity, never to return again. How could she have been so blind as to not see what had been right in front of her all along? How could she have not recognized him? How could she have ignored this beautiful being, who finally, for the first time, gave her a wonderful gift in the form of a simple smile?

Hermione Granger was scared out of her wits, because now, Draco was in control.

"Good morning, Granger," he said through another yawn, as he swiped the hair from his eyes, an action that Hermione had been dying to complete herself. "Let's try out this potion, now, shall we?"

Hmm, I really want to keep writing, but this seems to be the perfect spot to end the chapter. I'll update again very soon. Love you all. Review please :D