This story just something my lunatic mind developed over the night. Enjoy! ************************************************************************

Hermione dashed down the stone corridor leading to Transfiguration, clutching her books tightly to her chest. She had just rounded a corner when she rammed into someone.

She placed a hand on her throbbing head as she steadied herself and looked in frustration at her scattered books.

"God, Granger, watch where you're going." A deep voice sliced through her thoughts.

She looked up to regard Draco Malfoy and glared "Excuse me ferret boy." She returned with an equal amount of hatred dripping from her words.

Draco turned his slicing silver gaze on her "Do you have any idea how easy it would be to kill you, right now?" He whispered dangerously.

Hermione's eyes widened. Had Malfoy just threatened to kill her? She regained her composure. "You wouldn't dare."

Draco's lips curled wickedly as he extracted his wand from his robes "You think so?"

"Mr. Malfoy! Ms. Granger! What is going on here?" Professor McGonagall's voice ruptured their conversation effectively.

Hermione looked at Draco as she straightened after hauling her three books into her arms. "Nothing professor" With that she followed her teacher through the door.

Draco sighed, he'd done it again Why couldn't he be civil to Granger? Why did she have to be a damn Mudblood? His hands curled into fists at his sides.

Her essence, her scent, the sway of her hips, it all haunted him. The only question was why. And he hated it. He nodded his head decisively. He would have Granger, he would make it his personal goal.

Hermione accidentally knocked over her inkpot as she busily scribbled notes on how to turn curtains into cooking pots and groaned. This was just not her day.

Harry looked over at her worriedly "Are you all right Hermione?"

Hermione nodded as she rummaged in her pack for more ink to refill her now empty pot. "Yeah, I'm fine, just tired."

Harry shrugged and turned back to McGonagall's ramblings on the usefulness of the exercise.

Draco leaned against the wall of the library silently, sandwiched between two shelves. He knew full well Granger would come here after dinner. Just then the library door creaked and soft foot falls made there way to the table on the other side of the shelf to his right. He pushed himself off his supportive wall and glided silently around the corner to behold Hermione, seated with her back to him, writing feverently.

Hermione felt an arm snake around her mid rift and she jumped. Warm breath brushed her ear. She tried to stand, but was pinned to her seat. She turned her gaze to meet Malfoy's.

He smiled "Hello Hermione." He whispered.

Hermione was taken aback by the use of her first name, but didn't knock it. "Hello Draco, would you remove your hand from my stomach?"

Draco's smile climbed to his eyes as he noted she had addressed him by his name. He slowly shook his head.

Hermione's temper flared "What are you playing at Mal- Draco?" She demanded.

He pressed his index finger to her lips "Shh, this is a library after all." He pressed his lips to the area just below her ear.

She jumped and tried to break his hold unsuccessfully. She turned her eyes to his pleadingly.

"You look as though I've bitten you." He whispered.

"Please."

He removed his arm slowly, but stayed crouched beside her. "I didn't mean to cause any harm."

Hermione's brow furrowed. Was Malfoy apologizing to her?

Hermione stood "I have to go."

He placed a hand on her shoulder, and turned her to face him "Wait." He brushed his lips against hers and her body tensed.

He lifted his head to look into her eyes, and saw fear "I have to go." She repeated and ran from the library.

He sank into the chair she'd previously occupied and slammed his fist on the table in frustration as he realized he wasn't just attracted to her...he loved her.

Hermione ran to her common room, her mind turning her previous situation over time after time until she couldn't think straight. Damn him, at least before when he was an utter jerk she could stand being attracted to him, but now that he was nice! There was no way she could resist him now.

She shot straight to her dorm room and flopped down on her bed. She could still taste the sweetness of him on her tongue. She couldn't erase the flavor from her lips.

She rolled over. She'd just have to avoid him as much as possible. Forget him and the feelings he caused.

The following night Hermione tiptoed to the library around midnight with the satisfaction of knowing Draco wouldn't be there.

She studied for three hours before deciding she needed sleep to function correctly and headed back to her dorm room.

She whispered the password to the Fat Lady and stepped through the portrait hole. There strewn on the crimson couch was Draco.

"I thought you'd never get back." He stated.

"How'd you get in here?" She demanded.

"It's not hard to figure out a password." He replied rising and walking over to her. "We need to talk."

Hermione shook her head "Get out. You're a Slytherin; it would never work, no matter how we feel."

Draco arched an elegant eyebrow.

"How you feel." She corrected.

"And how do I feel?" He whispered, running his palm up her arm to rest on her shoulder.

Hermione swallowed. "Please, just, leave." She begged, battling the feeling of comfort she drew from his hand.

"Pleading won't work this time, we have to settle this." He cupped her face with his palm and stroked her cheek with his thumb. "I want to see you." He went straight to the point.

She shook her head.

"And you want to see me."

"No, I don't, I want you to leave me alone." She replied backing away from him.

"Why are you fighting this Hermione? This is bigger than both of us, bigger than Slytherin and Gryffindor, even bigger than Harry bloody Potter."

"We can't see each other." She returned.

"Why?"

"Because you're a Sly-" He raised his hand to cut her off.

"That's not why, that's an excuse, you're afraid." He stated.

"Afraid?" She looked at him quizzically.

He nodded "Afraid that you might actually start caring about someone other than the characters in books. Afraid that you might be drawn into a relationship that you can't control. Afraid that you may make yourself vulnerable, without your shield of books to hide behind."

"I am not afraid!" She proclaimed defiantly.

"Really? That's good because I'm not going away until I have a chance with you. I won't let you avoid me."

Hermione flopped down on the couch "Alright... I'm afraid."

Draco nodded and sat beside her. "I can help you, if you let me." He wrapped an arm around her shoulders pulling her to him.

She nodded and drifted to sleep.

************************************************************************ Should I continue this? I'm having serious doubts, I may just end it there. Give me your opinions! Bye!