Chapter 3:

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Anyway, I loved your reviews, thanks for not sending flames. Your reviews really motivated me. Review more, I write more! Anywho, I'm real grateful and I promise more chappies and longer ones too. I used to write fan fics in my notebook and people would fight over my notebook itching to read it. Anyway, I wasn't able to publish them, so now I finally am. TTFN!

Evil_diva_66 (real name: Miel)

Disclaimer: You know how it goes. I don't have to explain it anymore.

Chapter three:

Flashback:

Draco's POV; (only the last line of his POV)

There I admitted it! It's not going elsewhere! Only me, myself, and I know about this!

As Draco went down the train, Hermione followed quietly behind him.

Blaise Zambini was already waiting for him in front of the door.

Draco looked back and saw Hermione.

He took a step back and let Hermione out first.

Hermione didn't make any reactions and just walked past him.

"What happened?" Blaise asked as Draco got out.

"Nothing. Why?" he replied quietly

"Not that! You let that mudblood out first!" Blaise shouted

"She's not a mudblood!" Draco shouted back.

Blaise stood there stunned.

After realizing that he had just defended Hermione, he continued

"she's lower than a mudblood." He said calmly.

"What's lower than a mudblood?" Blaise asked

"Uhm. We should talk about that later."

"No really, what's lower?"

"Just lower okay? Just filthy and dirty. Low, lower than you could imagine." Draco choked on his words

Draco was very good at adlibs, but this time he really defended Hermione. He doesn't know what has gotten into him, he

might-------no..it can't be...hermione? nah!.maybe he does------nah! He would never------uh oh...I think so..

"Harry!" Hermione said as she waved at Harry.

"Mione!" Harry ran to Hermione and hugged her tightly.

"Where's Ron?" Hermione asked as Harry let go.

"Drooling." He replied looking around for a sign of Ron.

"Over who?"

"Lavender."

"Who knew?"

"I did, all summer."

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"Errol sort of, you know, met another accident again."

"What kind?"

"Well----wait! You changed the topic! Anyway, I didn't see you in the ride. Where were you?"

"Head Girl compartment."

"Really?"

"Yup."

"I'm so happy for you Mione!"

"Thanks Harry."

"Who was head boy?"

"Mr. I-think-I'm-so-hot-I-can-use-it-to-over-power-the-school."

"Malfoy huh?"

"Yup."

"Don't worry, if he does anything wrong. Tell me. got it?"

"Alright."

"Good. See you in the castle. I'll save you a seat."

"Thanks Harry. Bye."

Hermione turned around and walked towards the big horseless carriage especially for head boy and girl.

Draco was already inside the carriage.

When Hermione took a step on the step, she felt the carriage move.

Draco looked at the door and stood to close it.

When he looked down, he saw Hermione struggling to climb up.

He let down his hand and pulled her by the waist.

Her weight went over to him and pushed him back.

Not realizing that they had fallen, they were both in an awkward position.

Hermione's body was now over Draco's.

Hermione's eyes tightly shut and Draco's opening slowly.

For a while Draco looked at her face and scanned it.

He saw small dirt on her forehead and her hair messily dangling on her face.

For that slow fifteen seconds, Draco hadn't realized how beautiful Hermione actually looked.

Hermione had finally opened her eyes and chocolate brown met sky blue.

Draco's hair was loosely dangling near his eye and he smiled for once.

Hermione pushed herself off the floor and then Draco helped her up to her seat.

He sat beside her and saw a scratch on her upper knee.

Draco reached inside his cloak and removed a long white handkerchief with the Malfoy seal in gold on it.

He lifted her skirt a bit and then Hermione slapped him.

"What was that for?" Draco said checking to see if his lip had a trickle of blood.

"You lifted my skirt!"

"Did you actually think I wanted to see what was inside? I need to tie some cloth around it so it would stop bleeding."

Hermione blushed feeling ashamed of slapping him for no particular reason.

"Now please, just work with me here." He said lifting her skirt once more.

(a/n: he didn't lift it too high.)

He held her hips to turn her around.

He took her left leg and stretched it. she made a small squeal but he ignored it.

He placed her leg on his lap and he tied his scarf around her leg.

"Now, you're going to be needing some help walking up the stairs. I'm going to bring you to the hospital wing and then I'll

tell Dumbledore that you'll be unable to attend the feast. I'll speak in your behalf."

Hermione was about to blurt out another insult and then saw Draco getting back to work on fixing her leg.

She watched Draco fixing her leg seriously and really concentrating on her leg.

She saw him brush his golden blonde hair back and she just fell into a parallel universe staring at him.

She never saw him this way before, kind, sensitive, caring and not to mention sweet.

This was the Draco she wanted to see.

He looked up at her and smiled.

"Why are you staring?"

"Nothing really, it's just better to see your hair lose like that."

"Oh. Since my father was sent to Azkaban, my hair actually gets to breathe for once from all that hair gel."

Hermione giggled a little

"Why are you laughing?" he asked

"nothing, it's just that I've never seen you smile before."

"and I've never seen you without hatred in your eyes whenever you used to look at me. now, your face is glowing."

"Really? That's so sweet."

"Well, we gotta get down."

Draco jumped out first and then turned to Hermione.

"Can you go down?"

"Yup." She said confidently.

Hermione tripped and then Draco caught her without falling.

He held her well and she smiled at him brightly.

"Thanks." She said

"anytime." He replied.

He held her legs on his right hand and her top on his left.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and then he smiled at her and winked.

A/N: CONTINUATION SOON..ENJOY?

EVIL-DIVA-66 A.K.A. MIEL