DISCLAIMER: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.

A/N: Thanx to ErinChatKiller who has been Betaing this story for me. Erin You ROCK!! Note to anyone who reviewed the first part: Thanx. I appreciate it.

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Hermione explained her absence during class. She told Ron and Harry exactly what Malfoy has suggested: She suddenly felt ill and rushed off to the bathroom. They believed her and didn't ask anymore about it. They didn't ask anymore about her and Malfoy, either. They figured the spell had worn off and everything was back to normal. Little did they know things were far from being normal in Hermione's world.

The next day at breakfast Hermione received a note by owl. She didn't recognize the scratchy writing on the front, but as soon as she opened it she saw the signature: Draco Malfoy. She closed the note up immediately, hoping neither Ron nor Harry had seen it.

"Who is the note from, Mione?" Ron asked as he was shoveling a large spoonful of oatmeal into his mouth.

"Uh, My Mum." She said, quite obviously lying. " I gotta go write her back." She said getting up from the table and rushing out of the room.

"Mus' be a' mrgancy f'om home." Ron mumbled to Harry his mouth full of oatmeal.

"Yeah." Harry said laughing at Ron.

Malfoy watched the scene unfolding across the room and smirked. He never imagined she would react like that to his note. He was looking forward to having some fun with this. Hermione was much prettier than Pansy could ever be. He grinned. As long as no one found out, what did it matter that she was a Mudblood. It's not like he was going to marry her. That thought made him laugh to himself.

"What are you laughing at, Draco?" Pansy said in a sickeningly sweet tone.

"The thought of you thinking that I would actually tell what I was thinking." He said coldly.

She huffed and turned away from him. Malfoy smiled. He loved annoying Pansy. She seemed to think they were a couple. Just because he made out with her a couple times that to her made them a couple. That to him made her someone to snog with when the feeling hit.

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Hermione ran into the hallway and sat down against the wall. She opened the note again and read it.

Hermione,

Meet me at the oak tree after dinner tonight. Watch for me to leave the Great Hall and then come 5 minutes after that. Don't be late.

Draco Malfoy

Hermione closed the note up, shoved it in her pocket and sighed. She never meant to fall for him but he was right, she did fancy him. She hadn't in the beginning. She hated him, but once he started being charming and sweet she saw him in a different light. He was extremely handsome. His white blond hair and gray blue eyes and perfect smile. He was an amazing kisser too. She didn't expect it. She didn't have much to compare him to though. She kissed Ron once, last Christmas, but that was just odd. It was only because they were under the mistletoe and that was only because Fred and George pushed them there. It was their idea of match making. Not very effective as far as Hermione cared. She figured Ron might have once had a crush on her but after the trauma induced by his brothers his crush fizzled. That was perfectly fine with Hermione. She didn't want it to be weird. Ron and Harry were her best friends and she loved them, like best friends. Then of course there was Viktor Krum but that was when she was 14. Kissing Draco was not like kissing either Ron or Viktor. Even though she liked both of the other boys more, she liked kissing Draco more. It was different, like there were different feelings behind it. She smiled to herself, got up off the floor and went back into the Great Hall still smiling.

"Was there an emergency at home, Hermione?" Harry asked.

"No why?" asked Hermione puzzled, her smile fading.

"You rushed out with the note from your Mum, we just thought it was an emergency."

"Oh, no emergency. She just needed an answer straight away. All taken care of." Hermione smiled again weakly.

She glanced over at Malfoy as she sat back down at the table. Her gave her a wicked smile and turned his attention back to his breakfast. She smiled shyly, pushed a loose hair behind her ear, and returned to her own breakfast.

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The entire day, Hermione's thoughts wandered. She couldn't concentrate, all day. All she kept thinking about was after dinner. Ron and Harry noticed Hermione's thoughts were elsewhere, especially when they were supposed to be transfiguring a daisy into a candle. Her daisy turned into something that looked surprisingly like a small oak tree.

"Something on your mind, Hermione?" Harry asked as he picked up her tiny oak tree and looked at it.

"No. Why do you ask?" She replied trying to grab tree back.

"Are you sure, because that is a funny looking candle." Ron laughed grabbing the tree from Harry's hands. "Most candles don't have leaves."

" It is a decorative candle." She snapped pulling it out of Ron's hands.

"Show off." Ron mumbled turning his attention back to his daisy with a wick.

Time passed quickly and it was finally time for dinner. Hermione fidgeted in her seat and continually glanced towards Malfoy, trying not to make it too obvious. After a while, Malfoy seemed to be done with his dinner. He stood up, gave Hermione a sly wink and headed out the door of the great hall. Hermione quickly tried to finish up her dinner.

"I have to go do some homework in the library." She said finishing up her last bite and standing up. "I'll see you guys later." And she hurried out of the Great Hall.

She rushed through the halls trying to get to the doors that would lead her outside. When she reached the doors, she stopped. She didn't want him to think she was too willing or that she had rushed out of dinner. She performed a fresh breath spell, and smoothed out her robes. She opened the door and headed out to the oak tree, slowly.

When she got closer to the tree she heard a voice.

"I told you not to be late." The voice growled.

"I'm not late." She said, walking towards the tree. She saw Draco leaning on it casually. "Why did we have to come outside though? It looks like it is going to rain."

"I thought you would remember this tree." He said standing and taking a step towards her. "It is where you found me the other night. Where you told me you put a spell on me." He said coldly.

"I already explained why I did that." She said crossing her arms across her chest.

"I know you did." He said grabbing the up part of her arms. "And that is why you are out here with me, rather than inside hanging out with Potter and his red headed shadow." Malfoy tightened his grip on her arms with his mention of Harry.

"Ouch, you're hurting me. " She said as tried to wriggle free.

He pushed her up against the tree and loosened his grip on her arms, but just enough that he was no longer hurting her. She stopped wiggling and became more relaxed as he held her up against the tree.

"Do you know what I could do to you?" He hissed in her ear, then nipped at her earlobe. " Revenge is a sweet, sweet thing, Granger." He said in a whisper as he began kissing on her neck.

She suddenly became very stiff.

"What's wrong with you?" He said letting go of her arms. "I thought you wanted this."

"I . . . " she managed to say as she sat down on the cold damp ground. " I didn't think it would be like this."

" What did you want? Roses and candles?" Malfoy laughed.

"No, it's just, " She paused. "I didn't think it would be revenge. I thought you wanted this as much as I did." She said looking up at him sadly.

He bent down so that he was looking her in the eyes. "I have a reputation to keep, Granger. "

"Stop it." She said looking away.

"Stop what?"

"Calling me Granger.' You said if we are going to be together,' we should use our first names. It makes it seem so . . . so . . . so, I don't know, cold." She said pulling her robes closer around her. He knelt down in front of her and pulled her close to him, in an awkward hug.

"You're right, Hermione. I did say that." He pushed her away slightly so he could look her in the eyes. He could see that she was crying. He sat down next to her, put his arm around her, and held her close. She leaned her head down onto his shoulder. " It is a hard habit to break, being mean to you. There is a thin line between love and hate." He began petting her hair. He could feel her body shake with an occasional sob. " I truly do fancy you. I want revenge. It is your fault I feel this way about you. Be it your spell or whatever. It is your fault."

"Oh, Draco." She cried looking deep into his gray blue eyes. "I'm sorry and I should have admitted it yesterday, but I fancy you too. I didn't mean to make you fall for me. All I wanted was for you to be nice, not mean to me. Please forgive me."

"I can't forgive you." He said kissing her lightly on her forehead. " I am not sure I want to. I actually like feeling this way. I like having someone to fancy."

"But you had Pansy before." She sniffed no longer crying.

Malfoy laughed. "You think I actually liked being with Pansy? Ha. I hate her almost as much as I hated you but I have to be nice to her. Her Father and my Father are close friends. If she goes back and complains to her Daddy that I have been being mean to her, you don't know the hell I get at home." He took his arm from around Hermione and began removing his robe.

"What are you doing?" she asked half shocked.

"I'll show you what happened the last time I was mean to Pansy and pushed her off of me.' He pulled his arm out of his sleeve. "It was the night of the Yule Ball. She had a bit much to drink and was getting a bit randy and well I wasn't in the mood, at least not for her." He unbuttoned the top of his shirt and pulled it down over his shoulder. " When my father found out he gave me this," Pointing to a burn scar on his arm, just below his shoulder. " As a reminder, not to be mean to Pansy. He took the fire poker from the fireplace in my bedroom, put it in the fire and then, " he shivered at the thought. "Held it to my arm."

"Draco, I am so sorry for you." She said softly.

"Don't be. I have learn who to be nice to and who to be mean to without consequences." He said pulling his shirt back onto his shoulder.

He began to button it back up when he felt Hermione's hand on his own.

"Don't." she said softly. She moved so she was now kneeling in front of him. " I want to give you something so that you remember to be nice to me as well." She moved his shirt slightly out of her way, lowered her head to his shoulder and began to kiss it.

"Hermione, " He said with a soft moan. " don't leave marks. People will find out about us." He lifted her head.

" That is why I am doing it where it won't be visible." She said sweetly as she returned her oral assault on his shoulder.

He again silently lifted her head, so he could look her in the eyes.

" I won't forget." He said. He brushed his lips gently across hers before kissing her more fiercely.

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