Attraction of the Opposites

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. I do, however, own a new pair of fairy wings. They are very cool.

Summary: Opposites attract, right? Well Draco Malfoy and Hermione Granger are just about as opposite as you can get, so the attraction must be pretty big. With a certain two opposites as Head Boy and Girl, this is bound to cause all kinds of problems, isn't it?

Authors Note: Let me know if this seems a bit rushed to you.

Astronomy Towers

Really

Hermione was getting sick of this.

Malfoy had kissed her three times in two days.

This was getting old, fast.

Ok, so when Hermione came to Hogwarts for her seventh year, she expected that everyone would be a bit more sexual and stuff. But this...

This was just ridiculous.

Now, Hermione is not dumb. In fact, far from it. Her test scores can prove that. So she knew that there is something between her and Malfoy. Chemistry, perhaps. But it's not like anything could ever happen between them. He was a Slytherin, not to mention he happens to hate her guts. So there was no point in getting her hopes up.

I mean, there really was no chance. Draco Malfoy could have any girl in Hogwarts. And Hermione knew that there were a lot of girls out there better looking than her. She had accepted ages ago that she would never be great looking, sure, she knew she had improved, but her boobs weren't nearly as big as Pansy's.

Once he was done kissing her, Malfoy had looked at her. Really looked at her. He didn't have a snarl on his face, and Hermione decided he looked even better, if it was possible, minus the snarl. But Hermione didn't really dwell for long on how gorgeous Malfoy was. She was feeling confused.

Very confused.

As much as she wanted to remain there, in Draco Malfoys strong arms, she knew she couldn't.

'I'm gonna go to my room' she told him, slipping out of his grasp. She walked up the stairs as quickly as she could, well aware that Malfoys gaze was following her the whole way.

Once in her room, Hermione flopped onto her bed. She wasn't happy, she wasn't sad; she couldn't really tell what she was. All of a sudden she heard a tap on her window. There was a small owl carrying a letter. She opened the window, withdrew the letter from the owl's claws and let it fly out again.

The outside simply read Granger in handwriting she didn't recognize. The letter was short, and the writing was neat, but appeared to have been hurried.

Meet me at the Astronomy Towers at 9pm

Draco.M.

Hermione found herself thinking for a second that maybe he was going to tell her he liked her and ask her to the Halloween Ball. Of course not, her common sense told her, he probably just wants to ask you something to do with Head Duties.

Since it was only late morning, Hermione grabbed a book and read for most of the day. Finishing the book just in time for dinner, she ate quickly, not really feeling like a conversation. She was distracted. Distracted by the platinum blonde head at the other end of the Great Hall. Once she was done eating, she headed back to the Heads Quarters and had a bath. After getting dressed she went back to her room.

Hermione checked the clock, 8:49. Hermione pulled on some shoes and headed for the Towers.

She arrived with a minute to spare, but there was already a person standing, looking over the side of the Astronomy Towers, and down to the grounds. Malfoy. Hermione slowly walked over to him and stood next to him. 'Beautiful night, isn't it?' She asked. He looked towards her.

'Granger...' he said softly.

All of a sudden all Hermiones thoughts about not getting her hopes up flew out the window. There was something about the way he was looking at her. It wasn't a glare, or an evil smirk or anything like that. He looked... Hermione couldn't explain it. But he did look hot. Hermione reached out for his face and pulled it closer to hers. She pushed her lips onto his and kissed. For once she was thankful for her hormones, since she had no idea what to do but for some reason she still knew what to do, as if for once her body was taking over and her mind was on standby.

Malfoy came to his senses soon, and changed the kiss from a sweet, loving one to a fiery, passionate one. He pushed his tongue into hers and nibbled her lip. Then he moved his lips from her mouth to her neck, leaving several love marks.

Hermione let out a low moan. She never knew a guy could make her feel like this, like nothing, not even books, mattered, except for right here and right now and what they were doing. Then all of a sudden Hermione thought of something.

She kissed Malfoys cheek and he left her neck alone, instead going back to her lips but Hermione pulled away. 'Malfoy, what did you call me up here for?'

He looked at her intently. 'I... I wanted to ask you why you always push me away.'

He took Hermiones hand and led her to the wall of the castle, where they sat down.

'I don't know, it's hard to explain,' She replied, 'I mean, I thought we hated each other, and, you were never nice to me, at least not until now, and I don't really know... know if I can trust you, or what you're up to, if you have some hidden agenda, or, I don't know...'

Malfoy smiled. 'Yeah, I am a bastard, aren't I? But look, I... I wasn't trying to get at anything when I kissed you. But... that still doesn't mean anything.'

'I'm a Gryffindor, you're a Slytherin.' Finished Hermione.

'Yeah.' Said Malfoy, with an almost sorrowful look on his face.

'Back to the Common Room then, I suppose' sighed Hermione, standing up.

Malfoy stood up too. Hermione managed to take two steps towards the door leading inside before she was back in his arms being kissed all over again.

And this time she didn't stop him at all.

A/N I'm sorry about the short chap, you guys! I hope this didn't sound too out of character or anything. Review and let me know what you think!