This is my first attempt at a fan fiction. So please feel free to read and review. I am a Draco/Hermione shipper.

Disclaimer: I don't own any part of Harry Potter or the material of J.K.Rowling's stories. This fic though is from my own head.

All You Wanted

Hermione Granger sat at breakfast with her parents. She was eating, wondering what her boyfriend Ron was doing. She smiled when she thought of him. His flame red hair and the blue eyes had always caught her heart from the first time she met him on the Hogwarts Express seven years ago. They had started a relationship around Easter the previous year. They seemed happy. She couldn't wait to see him again.

Hermione expected her Hogwarts letter soon. There were only three days left of holiday, and she'd meet up with Ron at Diagon Alley when it arrived. As if waiting for that train of thought, a barn owl flew in her window her mother jumped slightly. Hermione took the letter from the owl, and the bird flew off. The letter had the lists that she would need for final year of school. The letter still felt heavy, as she tipped over the envelope, a shiny Head Girl badge fell onto the table. She squealed with glee at earning the badge. She read the accompanying letter.

Miss Hermione Granger,

We are pleased to say that you have made Head Girl this year and will be offered a semi private dormitory that will be shared with this year's Head Boy, Draco Malfoy. We congratulate you on this honor and hope this year at Hogwarts is pleasant.

Albus Dumbledore,

Headmaster, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

"Malfoy! I can't believe it! That's insane!" Hermione said angrily. She would not be able to stand an entire year with that prat.

"Who is Malfoy dear?" her mother asked.

"He's a boy that believes that I have no place being a witch...because of...well...because I have Muggle...I mean you aren't wizards." Hermione didn't bother telling her parents about the struggle that her parentage had cause these seven years at school. She tried to convince herself that Draco Malfoy's comments didn't bother her. However, she still felt that there was some sort of truth behind his snide remarks.

"Well if that is how he, then it's his loss. You dear, are very talented. I've heard plenty of people vouch for that. Don't let what his closed-minded ways bring you down. It isn't worth it. You will be great one day. I've always believed that," her father said patting her on the arm.

"Yeah. I need to send an owl to Ron saying I'll be leaving for Diagon Alley in the morning. I'm going to have to borrow the car to go to the train station to buy a ticket to London." Hermione said getting up and going to her room.

Hermione walked up to her bedroom with a heavy heart. I have to endure Malfoy for an entire year...I just don't know if I can take his shit all year...I want a cigarette.

When she got to her room there was tiny little grey owl outside her window. Hermione smiled. Ron had written her a letter. She let the over zealous owl into her room. The bird dropped the letter into her hands and flew in circles screeching.

Hermione,

See you at Diagon Alley tomorrow. Meet me and Fred and Georges's shop. Can't wait to see you! Harry will be there too. We'll catch up then.

Ron

Ron was never one to write love letters or anything that took more that a minute to write. She on the other hand, would write long letters and only get a three sentence response. She thought that she liked that but this time it made her feel like he didn't care. Now that was a new thing to feel she frowned at the new thought. She never even gave his quick letters any notice until now. She shook her head and pushed the thought away. God, how I want a cigarette, she thought She had started smoking during the war. She kept it hidden from everyone, her parents most of all, they would be furious if she knew that she was smoking. Well she'd have a cigarette soon enough. After the new thoughts of Ron and the thought of living with Malfoy she needed one.

Hermione got dressed in jeans and a cute satin feeling tank top and headed back downstairs.

"Mum where's your keys," she called. Looking in the living room on the side table where her mother almost always put her keys.

"In my purse, dear," came the reply in the kitchen. The purse that was on the floor Hermione grabbed the keys and left letting her mother know that she'd probably see a movie while she was out.

The car started and Hermione flipped on the CD player and put in her CD that her cousin from the States had sent her for her birthday. She started singing loudly with the artist as she dove out of the drive. She had to fight the urge to light up a cigarette in the car. Of course her mother's hound of a nose would notice it as soon as she stepped into the car.

Hermione pulled into the train station parking lot and parked the car. Finally, she thought. Just to feel the nicotine through her veins and she could be alright. She knew that she was getting addicted to it, but after all there could have been worse things that she could be drawn to. Her mind went to Draco Malfoy's blonde face; she hated thinking that he was even slightly attractive. She flicked the cigarette away from her and made her way into the station

"Hello, umm I'd like a ticket for London for tomorrow morning and then on Monday," she told the friendly clerk. She paid the fee and thanked the woman. Now what to do for the next few hours, she wondered.

the thought seeing a movie made Hermione shudder, dark places right now weren't very appealing with Voldemort on the lose again . She didn't really have any friends to go see. They had their own world now and Hermione wasn't part of that. She would never be again. They really don't care about what Hermione did and why she didn't go to school with them. They lost interest in where she went to school years ago. Now she was the weird one, and probably went to some mental hospital or some thing equally bad for all they cared. Who cared about a movie? She finally decided to go down to a river not far from her house.

Sitting at the base of a tree right on the bank, with her bare feet relaxing in the shallow waters, she let herself daydream about life at school. She and Ron were on a date in Hogsmeade laughing at some wild save that he had made for Gryffindor and he leans in for a kiss. She loved his kisses and they still made her stomach do back flips every time. They, suddenly, are on the shore of the lake and making out passionately and he puts a hand up her skirt. She looks up at him. Only when she opens her eyes she didn't see clear blue eyes, she saw cloudy grey eyes, and his hair had paled to almost white.

What," she cried to no one, "You're losing it Hermione. Oh, no. No, no."

How could that even be possible? Malfoy that little jackass; every time Hermione thought of him, he brought out the most violent side of her. She regretted the fact that the smack she had given him in her third year hadn't left a mark. She wanted to knock that boy in to next year. With all the torment and shit that he put her through......Deep breath calm down, this is the last thing you need. Damn another cigarette or four will clear this out.

Hermione stayed in a sullen mood for the rest of the day, she tells herself that it's just that it's that time of the month again and everything is off balance. There is no logical reason why she'd want to do anything of the sort with Draco Malfoy. She shudders again at the thought of the make believe kiss.

As she took the Underground and came to a stop she got off the train. Inside the Leaky Cauldron she taped the brick the made the entrance into Diagon Alley. She went straight for Weasleys' Wizarding Wheezes where half the school where crammed inside. It didn't take long to find Ron. She gave him a kiss. It wasn't the kiss she remembered, it was different some how. She pushed the thought of why it was different and turned to hug Harry.

"Hello, Hermione," Fred said winking at her and Ron.

"So did you get Head Girl," George asked.

"Like you'd have to ask, that badge was as good as hers the moment she walked into Hogwarts," Fred teased.

"Yeah, I got it. But it may not be nearly as good as I hoped; Malfoy is Head Boy."

"He did what?!" The twins and Ron said in unison. Harry looked slightly surprised but accepted it quietly.

"Yeah, imagine trying to live with that git all year. I hope that I come out whole."

"I would say you would, it's him that's got to worry. I won't feel the least bit sad if, say, he doesn't come out whole," George said.

The day was a blast. They spent a good deal of time in Flourish and Botts and she picked up quite a few new books for "light reading". Hermione figured that she'd need them being so close to Draco Malfoy all year. She didn't realize how much she had missed her two best friends. She was sad to leave, but knew she'd see them again in a day. As she left with Ron she caught sight of Malfoy and her stomach curled remembering the fantasy wishing that she hadn't. She could hardly handle the look of him as her stomach did a flip. Not sure if the flip was from the pure hatred she felt for him or the way that the boy looked on this particular day that made it almost made him seem normal. She couldn't deny that her hormones kept looking at his sexy....STOP IT...I want a cigarette.

Hermione got off the Underground long enough to have a cigarette. Just one hit and she would be good she couldn't stand the thoughts that kept going into her mind. Her imagination wouldn't stop running. She hated the thoughts that were hitting with a force that meant to kill. All of the thoughts revolved around Malfoy.

Walking up the steps to Hogwarts, Professor McGonagall met her. "Hello Miss Granger, after the feast I'll escort you and Mr. Malfoy to your new dormitories. Have fun dear."

Hermione sat with Ron, resting a hand on his on the table. She never noticed the uncomfortable look that crossed his face quickly and vanished. The feast went on like all others before it. The talking died as Dumbledore welcomed the students to a new year, and the nervous first years waited to be sorted in to their Houses and finally when the last student had been called the feast began.

Everyone ate steadily for about a half an hour before Dumbledore stood up and gave his speech. For the first time she really wasn't paying attention because she had caught sight of the blonde Slytherin looking as evil as ever but felt that unnerving clinch in her stomach. Why did she have to do that now? Surely as soon as he open his mouth to her she'll have no trouble remembering the evilness that radiated so willingly from every pore on his body. To bad I'm off cigarettes until school is out.

"With any hope past differences will be put aside and the four houses of Hogwarts will again be united," Dumbledore's words came drifting in from no where and reminded her that her attention should be up there and not at Draco. It was a losing battle, however, she didn't keep her attention to anything instead she seemed to be focused deeply in her pumpkin juice.

Everyone got up after Dumbledore had finished and Ron gave Hermione a kiss on the cheek, as he went toward the Gryffindor common room. Hermione waited for Professor McGonagall make her way toward her. Only when McGonagall arrive did Draco make his way up to them. Of course he couldn't be seen willing to walk up to a Mudblood.

"You two will be sharing a common room and will have separate dormitories. Only the two of you are allowed into the Head Dormitories. Any violation in this will cause immediate removal of your position. You two are to respect one another through out the year. That is in front of the school, and when you are alone. I do not for any reason believe that either of you cannot abide by simple common courtesies. You both are mature enough to handle this, or else you would not have been given the titles bestowed upon you. You are both very lucky to be in the position you are in. Hopefully the two of you can bring this place whole again. Not that I'm really worried about it but boys are not allowed in the girls dormitory and the same goes for girls. If there are any problems come speak with me. Here you are now. The password is "Unity"," Professor McGonagall said as she led the two up to a portrait of Athena the goddess of wisdom and war.

Hermione entered first. The common room she enters is beautiful is and devoid of any color representing one specific house instead it is done in deep purple that seems so warm while keeping everything a simple elegance.

Draco wandered in without a word to McGonagall. He heads for his room He doesn't want to stay close to Hermione. His father's teachings of hating Muggle-borns were still loud in his head. He had been fighting the demons of Luicious Malfoy's ways since the Quiddich World Cup in the fourth year. It seemed impossible to get past the views of his parents—he feared that those ways were to far engraved into his mind to ever wipe them away.

Honestly, Draco didn't have a personal problem with Hermione. Only the fact that he had been taught to hate people like her since he could remember was the only thing that he could chalk up all his hostility toward her. However, he was trying to quit that way of thinking; ever since that night he had witnessed the havoc created by Death Eater like his father. Draco couldn't understand why he warned Hermione that night. Why for some reason he had almost felt worried for her. He still didn't know why he had said anything to her.

Three steps into the room his mind went to thoughts of the summer, and having to endure the long nights of pain made him sick to his stomach. He could no longer stand to be in the same room as Hermione. She couldn't understand that kind of agony and surely their past would get highly irritating for the both of them. He couldn't hate her for either; he was the reason for his unrest. The voice of his father telling him to hate her playing over in his head was too much. He had to stop listening to his father. No good could come from it.

Hermione gave no noticed to Draco as he left without a word. What else was she to expect? She went up to her room to find that it is decorated in Gold and Red. The house elves had already unpacked all her belongings. She broke out one of her new books and made her way back down into the common room to sit in front of the fire to read. She was thankful that she was alone. She didn't have to deal with Draco's evil remarks and she didn't have to fight with the rowdy Gryffindors. Slowly sleep engulfed her.

After a few hours of sleeplessness Draco got up and paced his room. It was no use. He picked up a book and went down to the common room. Granger would be in her own room there was no reason why she'd still be up. She was a perfect student that would be in bed early, right?

Draco didn't notice Hermione until he had made himself comfortable on the chair opposite of hers. She almost scared him. Hermione was sleeping soundly. He never noticed how naturally beautiful she looked before. He reminded himself that in sleep everyone is flawless.

Draco didn't notice that he would look up at her every so often taking in the features of her face.

After sleep had entered his head he stood up and walked toward his room. Draco stopped and looked down at her intending to keep going he decided without one thought to who he was or even who she was he touched her shoulder. She stirred and then jumped slightly seeing him.

"You may want to go to your bed now. Sleeping in an armchair leaves you in pain in the morning," Draco continued up the stairs into his dormitory. Not knowing where that simple gesture was going to snow ball into a whole new way at looking at his life and that of lives around him.

Hermione was in a daze as she walked up to her room. She didn't think it odd that Malfoy had been civil, or that she hated him. All she wanted was sleep. After all it would just be a waste if she didn't try out her new bed...all she wanted was sleep, and maybe a cigarette.

School went on much the same as years previous. With just minor changes: Ron grew more distant, which caused a minor speck of worry.

Living with Draco had turned out to be decent. They were by no means close or even friends. After hating each other so much for so long a friendship seemed impossible to Hermione. In their shared common room there was only them, no one to influence their anger. They didn't say much to each other, but they weren't awkward being in the same room as the other. That had slowly seeped into their lives outside the room. They no longer looked at each other with loathing. Still they didn't speak to each other unless Malfoy was feeling especially mean and Hermione would come back with another clever comment and Malfoy would leave. They never remembered when they came back to the room. Neither one of them noticed that they were growing to enjoy eachother's company.

The last weekend in September brought a Hogsmeade trip. The whole school was excited about it and was the only thing that the students were talking about. Hermione and Ron had plans to go have a lunch at Yanka's then grab a drink at the Three Broomsticks. Hermione was excited a real date after so long. On that Saturday morning she dressed carefully, tried to manage the mane of hair, but it wouldn't budge from its stubborn stance. She finally gave up and flipped it into a clip and walked down to breakfast.

Inside Yanka's Ron gave her a compliment that seemed almost forced. Hermione chose to ignore it. Their date went on in almost total silence. Hermione broke the silence thinking she was going to scream if she didn't.

"What's wrong?"

"There isn't anything wrong," Ron said defensively

"Okay, don't get defensive." Hermione continued her pasta, growing uncomfortable.

Ron stared into his Shepard's pie looking vexed, suddenly he said, "Umm...Hermione, I don't think that it's going to work out...There's someone else."

The color drained from her face, but she recovered quickly, "Well, that's fine...At least we'll still be friends."

"Well actually, about that...she doesn't want me to be around you," Ron was very interested in his fork.

Hermione started to see red, "What... WHATEVER RON!" Hermione stomped out of Yanka's.

She couldn't believe Ron. Fine, if he wants someone else...I don't need that fucker. She kept walking anger growing with each step. Cursing that damned Weasley. Thoughts of ways she could rip out all the vital organs and make the pain optimal.

Hermione walked unseeingly away from the main street of Hogsmeade she didn't feel like going back to the castle. Quite suddenly she ran into three people smoking. She half wanted to tell off who was smoking, however, the smell of the tobacco burning was getting the better of her. She shook that thought out of her mind with every intention of letting off steam on the students. Instead she found herself practically demanding a cigarette from the boy in the middle of the group. It was Draco.

"What do you think you're doing, smoking?" Hermione screamed, "Give me one."

"You're going to break school rules, Granger?" Draco sneered.

"Give me one or I'll turn you in, Malfoy."

"Ohh I'm scared."

Hermione snatched the pack of cigarettes out of his hand. Draco supplied the lighter in shock that Hermione smoked. He couldn't help but notice how sexy she looked when she was angry at someone else. Hermione smoked it in three drags. Enjoying the nicotine filling her veins, she missed them so much. She took another cigarette and handed the pack back to Draco. He again lit her cigarette. This was not the Hermione he saw at school. She was livid and she was smoking.

"Cheers," she walked away from him and his two friends.