***************** By looking in his eyes Will I see beyond tommorrow..... *****************

Hermione's P.O.V.

I was sitting in a corner booth at half-past eight, waiting for My Stranger to come. I was thinking about who he could possibly be, since I have a very good memory, when I was interrupted.

"Hey, sorry I'm late, I had to clear up a few things up-stairs," he said, sitting down across from me.

"Hello, it's alright. This is going to seem very ubrupt, but it's been driving me mad. I recognize you, but your identity escaped me. I never got a chance to ask your name. In case you've forgotten me, too, my name is Hermione Granger."

Suddenly, he stopped his half-smile, and sneered. With that sneer, I recognized him right away. My Stranger turned out to be Draco Malfoy!

"Granger!" he exclaimed, standing up and sending his chair scraping behind him. "I should've known. I can't believe I was in a mud-blood's room!"

"Malfoy!" I exclaimed, pushing my chair back in the same manner as him, only partially mocking Malfoy. "I can't believe I let a Malfoy in my room!"

"It's worse for me! I'm a Malfoy, what would people say if they saw me coming out of Mud-blood Granger's room!" Now, I lifted my hand to give him a good hard slap-of-reality, but he caught my hand by my wrist and twisted it painfully. We were now attracting many curious glances from through-out the restaurant.

"Let me go!" I gritted through my teeth. He quickly paled even more than usual, and dropped my wrist like it was white-hot. Red marks were already showing the pattern of his fingers on my skin.

"I'm sorry. Are you alright?" he surprised me by asking sincerely.

"Why?" I asked skeptically.

He hesitated for a moment, but then said, "Come on," and grasped my hand lightly.

"Where?"

"Please?" Wow. I never thought I'd here Draco Malfoy begging.

I grunted my consent and walked with him out of the main restaurant, and up a flight of stairs, until we reached Room 178. He took out a key that looked like a couldron on the handle, and opened it.

"Well, then, are you coming, Granger?"

***

Draco's P.O.V.

I pulled granger into my suit and closed the door.

"Sit," I said, gesturing to a chair. Without saying a word, Hermione sat where I pointed. Situating myself across from her, I began to pour out my story, telling her all from my fifth year, when I first started questioning my father and his Dark beliefs, through one month ago when I recieved my prefect letter and my father watned me to use the position of honor o help the Dark Side, through refusing my father and his Lord, until now.

Why was I telling her this, I don't know. I just felt the urge to be excepted by at least one person of non-evil descent.

Hermione didn't say a word, only look up at me, her eyes brimming with tears. WE locked eyes for many moments, until Hermione broke the connection by doing something I think shocked both her and I.

She kissed me. Along, passionate one, pouring out what must have been every one of her emotions. I kissed back the same way. That is, until she pulled back, touched her lips, and looked at me, her face horrified.

"I'm sorry," I muttered.

"Maybe we shouldn't talk anymore," she said.

"It might b ekind of hard since I'm assuming you are Gryffindor prefect, but, I think that would be for the best," I agreed.

It was going to be a ilong/i year.