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He walked out of the library with a smile on his face, something that hadn't been there in a long time. He didn't know how it happened, but somehow his feelings were being felt for the first time. He usually was in complete control of them, he told himself how he had to behave, had to feel. And suddenly the flood gates of his mind have opened up. He was losing his tight grip on his emotions, and it scared him. He was allowing himself to feel a little of what he felt for her, he couldn't let everything go. When he was around her he felt lighter, as if he was just saved from suffocation; he could breathe again. Everything else left his mind in her presence, he felt like he could live. And he knew he had an effect on her as well. He had watched as she nervously babbled. Little miss perfect that she is gets flustered by him, he liked it.

He ran his fingers over one another remembering how soft her curly hair felt. He imagined how it would look laying around her face, her head on his pillow. She would ask him too kiss her again. He knew she liked it; she was so used to being wound up and in control all the time. He could see in her face through her display of nerves around him that she didn't know exactly how to behave around him now. He found most nervous girls to be rather annoying. But he liked it on her, because he knew he was the only thing that had ever caused it before. He would have her. If only once. He would have her, if only a little bit.

He had been walking aimlessly just lost in his thoughts once again. She was a really good escape at the moment. Thinking about her meant that she was all he was thinking about. He didn't have to think about his looming mission for his and his family's survival. He didn't have to think about getting that monstrosity on his arm.

She was still firmly seated in her spot in the library, not daring to move since he was there, whispering those sexy things to her. How did he make the simplest things seem so sexy? She was gob smacked. She didn't know what to think, yet again concerning him. He was the only one that has ever made her feel this way. She was reeling from her body's reaction to his gentle touch. She was positive the goose bumps on her arm would never go away. Well not as long as she kept thinking of him anyway. She wanted him to kiss her. But she wasn't sure if she had the courage to ask him to kiss her.

Some Gryffindor you are. She mentally scolded herself. She really wanted him to kiss her. But she wasn't entirely sure why. Sure he was insanely attractive and sexy, but she wasn't only feeling a physical attraction. That scared her more than anything; he was Draco Malfoy, and she was Hermione Granger. They would soon be fighting on different sides of a war.

Then it dawned on her. If she wanted this she wouldn't have very long to make a move. She could do this. She was initially worried about her friend's reactions, but he was still a Malfoy, even with all the new developments. He wouldn't want anyone to know. He hasn't been new Draco or made any moves on her in front of people.

I can do this. I can do this. She chanted mentally. Ugh I don't know if I can do this.

Draco had made his way back to the common room to find it mostly deserted, most people were probably still down in the Great Hall it was still very early. He had to change into his school robes before his first class. He made his way into his room. As he was getting into his robes he saw a folded piece of parchment on his bed.

He started to freak out.

I swear to Merlin if that is from him. It can't be today. It just can't. I can't even look at her if I have that thing on me. I need time.

He slowly made his way over to his bed, and picked up the note slowly.

Please. He silently pleaded.

Upon opening the parchment up he noticed familiar hand writing, and exhaled a long breathe.

Draco-Sex-God-Malfoy,

Where the hell are you? It's not very like you to be an early riser. I'll be expecting an explanation later. Meanwhile I'll make my own assumptions that you are chasing after the tits of the golden trio. Yup that's what I'm going with because I'm probably right. Wow I've actually rendered you unnecessary just then. Some God.

Signed with sarcasm, Blaise.

PS: If you strike out I'm up to bat with a certain Gryffindor.

Draco smirked down at the note from his best friend. He liked how Blaise tried to keep him in the mind of a sixteen year old with no real responsibilities, he appreciated it. He would kick his ass if he ever made a play for Hermione though.

He found himself wishing that he was born into Blaise's family. They were the same in every way, except that he wasn't going to be taking the mark. Nor would his parents be fighting in this coming war. They were going to be neutral. He also wished his father hadn't gotten himself locked up and out of the good graces of the dark lord. Then none of this would be happening.

He really didn't know that much about the battle that took place around the end of his fifth year. The battle that landed his father in Azkaban, he was grateful at first to be rid of him, but he didn't know that his mother would be so affected. He also didn't know that he would be punished for his Father's shortcomings.

Death eater assassin at sixteen, what a joke it all was. He was certain almost every one of Voldermort's followers were laughing all while this was playing out. This wasn't meant to turn out in his favor. But it would, it had to. He had no other choice. He wouldn't fail. He might hate everything about his situation. But he was still Draco Malfoy.

He walked out of the Slytherin common room, heading to class. He was excited to see her again. He was certain a blush would creep across her cheeks to match her rosy lips, when she saw him. He loved seeing her blush.

Before he could round the corner to the classroom a sleeve draped in black pulled him into a storage closet.

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