"Malfoy?"

Draco's head sharply turned to the door. "Granger? What are you doing here?"

"Well, I heard you playing and I wanted to see who it was." Hermione replied.

"Of course, you can't stand it when there's something you don't know."

"I never knew you could play the piano."

"I can't." Draco replied, bitterly. "not anymore. Well, you found out who was playing. Why don't you be on your way? You've done enough."

"Malfoy, I'm sorry." Hermione was a bit surprised at herself for apologizing. However, there was something different about Malfoy. She was seeing a whole other side of him, a side that didn't include the selfish and spoiled brat that she had grown so accustomed to. "I told you that it was an accident."

"Either way, it doesn't matter! I still can't play!"

Obviously, the piano meant a great deal to him. Hermione knew that she should just leave now. He had been mean and hateful to her all of her life. She owed nothing to him, but something kept her there.



"Malfoy, is there anything I can do to help?"



"What is there to do? You can't heal a jammed finger by magic. No, there's nothing that can be done. You might as well leave, now."



Hermione extended a hand to Draco's shoulder. "Malfoy..."



I said leave! Don't you get it? I don't want you here!" he yelled.



Hermione's eyes widened in shock at his explosion. The only thing left for her to do was turn around and run out the door.



The next day just happened to be a Saturday, therefore, there were no classes. Ron and Harry tried to persuade Hermione to spend time with them instead of going to the library. If the circumstances had been different, she might have agreed. However, today she was on a mission. Some omnipotent force was pushing her to find a solution to Draco's dilemma. Even though it was an accident, she still felt responsible. He was so passionate about the piano. His eyes held such anguish at not being able to play.



Hermione searched book after book, page after page. No solution presented itself. Her eyes began to water and her vision became blurry from looking at the fine print that each author insisted on using. She finally let out a frustrated sigh as she slouched in her chair. This was hopeless.



"Ms. Granger, you're just the girl I've been looking for," an old man wearing half moon spectacles was making his way over to Hermione's table with an arm full of books.



"I was just going through some of my old belongings when I came by a trunk with these books in it. I really have no further use for them. I figured that you might enjoy them." Dumbledore's eyes twinkled as his lips curled into a small grin.



"Oh, thank you Professor." As soon as he placed the books down on the table, he turned to leave, smiling the whole way.



Hermione cast a mildly interested look towards her new books. There were four of them all together. She picked them up and scanned the titles. One of the titles caught her eye.



"Instant Talent"



She quickly opened the book and turned to the Table of Contents. Hermione couldn't hold back the little spark of hope that came when she saw that there was a chapter on learning to play the piano.



Later that night, after everyone was asleep, Hermione silently crept through the halls. She had already cast the charm that would give her the ability to play the piano. Sweet tones filled the air, signifying Draco's presence. Her steps became faster as the sounds grew louder. Finally, she reached the room. She opened the door and gently shut it behind her.



"Granger?" Draco's hands became still and the music came to an abrupt halt.



Some unseen force pushed her forward until she was sitting on the bench beside Malfoy with her left hand positioned above the keys. Her eyes scanned over the sheet music that was propped up in front of her and began to play the notes on the bottom staff. Her hand shook from her nervousness and she stumbled along a few notes, but slowly the spell began to take control.

She felt a warm presence cover her hand and cease her playing. She let her eyes slowly wander up to meet Malfoy's.

"Why are you still here?"

Hermione wasn't able to answer immediately because she really wasn't sure of the answer herself. "Well, it's because of me that you can't play... and... well, I guess I feel obligated to stay and help. I know I'm not as good as you are. As a matter of fact, I had to cast a spell in order for me to play at all. But, until you can play again... you can borrow my left hand."

Hermione wanted to smack herself when she saw his lips form that suggestive grin. "Well then, Granger, I'll let you know when I'm in need of your hand's... services."

Hermione blushed at the insinuating comment. "Malfoy, are we going to play the piano or not?"

"Is Granger blushing?"

"Shut up, Malfoy, and no, I am not blushing. I thought you wanted to play!"

"Very well"

Hermione and Draco both prepared to play. Draco began to count in order to set the tempo. Their hands danced across the keys as the minor key flooded their senses. It encircled their forms and made their surroundings melt away. They were no longer members of opposing houses. It no longer mattered that one was a pureblood while the other was parented by muggles. No, the only thing that mattered was that each finger hit its designated key with precision and grace, careful not to linger too long.

As the song ended, they were once again painfully aware of the world around them. Although, the music had stopped, the spell it had woven still hung in the air. Hermione allowed her eyes to wander to the form sitting beside her while she bit her lower lip. Once again, the look Malfoy was giving her frightened her. However, it was for an entirely different reason. Instead of anger and loathing, she could see... hunger, craving... lust. A warm sensation shot through her lower abdomen at the thought of that hunger being for her.

"Malfoy?"

Draco brought his right hand up to cup her cheek. "For once, Granger, shut that big mouth of yours." With this being said he roughly met her lips with his own, ravishing her soft lips. He used the thumb that was currently residing upon her face to force her lips to part. He didn't even wait for her to respond. The only thing in his mind was the fact that he had a desire to fulfill and Malfoys always fulfill their desires. He encircled her lithe form with his arms and jerked her until she was pressed as tightly to him as she had been after their collision in the dungeon.

Hermione let out a low moan. She knew that she shouldn't be doing this. She knew that there was no reason to be kissing him. He was her enemy and their was no possible future for them. She had always been a very sensible girl. However, after the feel of his lips on hers, Hermione didn't know if she cared about being sensible anymore. The only thing she could think about was how good it felt to feel her curves molded to his. She felt like she was a traitor for being in this position with her enemy. She had spent all her years at Hogwarts fighting with him, trying to make sure that his life was just as horrible as he made hers. However, that suddenly didn't matter much, either.

'I've spent everyday fighting with Malfoy...' Hermione though. '...but for this one night, I'll give in...'



Well, I hope everyone enjoyed this chapter. I want to thank everyone who reviewed. Your input really helps me a lot.



This story is rated R so there will be some sexual scenes. However, I need to know how graphic you want me to be. If I get a lot of reviews asking me to not turn this into a lemon, then I won't. But if more people would like to see it become a lemon, then I'll do that. Please review and tell me so I'll know. The sooner you do, the sooner I can update.