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Chapter 1:

"But I didn't do it!"

Hermione's POV

"I'm telling you Professor McGonagall, I didn't cheat!" I try to say calmly, but my voice quivers a bit.

"We have no such evidence of that Ms. Granger." I could feel my jaw drop open in shock.

McGonagall almost never opposed my opinion. I could feel my face darken at the thought of who caused all of this mess. The one and only Draco Malfoy. "Your and Mr. Malfoy's awensers were the same to a T. I'm sorry Ms. Granger, but you do realize that the staff will have to investigate this, don't you?"

I sigh audibly, "Yes, I suppose. But I completely deny cheating on that test."

"Yes, but 'that test' makes up an immense percent of your grade." Her stern eyes stared into mine.

'As if I didn't know that...'

"I will see you tomorrow when we meet with Headmaster Dumbledore."

"But-" The Professor cut me off before I could object.

"Good afternoon, Ms. Granger." And with that she turned her back to me and continued to grade first year's essay's.

'I can't believe this' I thought to herself, 'I'm going to kill him, I swear I am! She should know that I would never, ever, in a million years cheat on a test! I bet you Snape isn't doing anything to him...'

Draco's POV

"I'm telling you Professor Snape, I didn't cheat!" I practically yell at Professor Snape, scolding myself for losing my composure.

"Mr. Malfoy, calm yourself! There is evidence against both you and Ms. Granger."

'Stupid Mudblood, always causing problems.'

"You are to meet myself, Professor McGonagal, and Ms. Granger in the Headmaster's office promptly after supper." At this I look away. I don't want to look at his face. "Draco look at me." My eyes stay fixed on the floor.

'I'll show him who's boss'

"Draco, look at me!" He demanded a little more forcefully.

'I'm not going to look at him...'

"Draco-" Snape's slightly softer voice reached my ears, "I don't think that you did it, but there is some evidence against you in particular. I'm simply carrying out my duty as a teacher. You are dismissed, I will see you tomorrow."

"But-" I try to get out, but he cuts me off.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Malfoy."

'Hey, nobody tells a Malfoy what to do!' I yell inwardly at his back, 'One of these days-But, of course, it probably wouldn't be such a good idea to hex him right now, I'll just have to save it for later...

I turn and storm out of the room, heading for lunch. 'I can't believe this! What is father going to say? He can't find out. I can't afford it. If he ever finds out then my chance of completing Death Eater training will be wiped out. Hmmm...maybe that's a good thing-' Before I could finish that thought, I ran into something.

Hermione's POV

"Ow!" I muttered as I collided with something. I could feel myself begin to fall, but an arm wrapped around my waist.

'Klutz! What did I run into?'

"Sorry-" A familiar voice apologized. I knew that voice. I could feel my head jerk upwards. But he stopped short after he saw who he had just caught. "I mean, watch where you're going, mudblood." His tone of voice went from apologetic to cold quicker than lightning darting across the sky.

'Ah, Perfect, just what I need, another confrontation with Malfoy.' I whisper inside my head.

"I can't believe you cheated!" I mutter as I kneel down on the stone floor to pick up my scattered books.

"Me?" He said incredulously, his face twisting into a slightly amused pose. "We both know that I would never cheat. I'm above that. Now, pick up my books." He said imperiously.

'How dare he? One of these days-'

"Ha. What a laughable concept. Pick them up yourself, Malfoy, you evil, slimy, low-life, nasty–thing!" I finish, not being able to find a word suitable for what he is.

'I can't believe him! I hate him so much! He better get punished for what he did. Cheating like Mid-term exams. The nerve of him!' I straighten my books in my bag and get up off the floor. I'm met with a cold stare. His eyes bore into mine like blocks of chiseled ice that can pick through anything. 'When did he get so tall? I have to look up to see him. What happened to the scrawny shrimp that I argued with in first year? And those eyes...His arse isn't so bad either.' I mused, 'Holy shit, what am I thinking? This is Malfoy we're talking about!'

I could feel my eyes widen from the thoughts racing through my head. A deep flush was working its way up my neck, heating my face like hot coals. My mouth went dry.

'What is going on? We've probably been staring at each other for about what-an hour. Ok, maybe thirty seconds. But still. Is he going to do anything? This is starting to creep me out.'

Draco's POV

'Holy shit. Holy shit. Holy shit. Why am I standing here like an idiot? It's only Mudblood Granger. Correction. It's only Mudblood Granger who seems to have grown up overnight. How come nobody told me about this?'

As I study her face, I notice the little things I never took the time to notice before. Her hair is no longer the bushy cotton ball it once was, but a cascade of little curls that flow down her neck, just past her fragile looking shoulders. Her porcelain-white face glows a little bit in the torch light. And those eyes. They seem to soften just a little bit, and stare up at me with a stare that reminds me of my mother's, even the color is almost the same.

The gentle curve of her neck begins to flush, working its way up to her face. I don't think I've ever seen her face turn that red, not that I've ever cared enough to look. Right about now, my head is telling me, "Draco! Get the fuck out of here!" while a new voice, one I haven't heard before is telling me something different completely

I need to get out of here. Now.

I clear my throat to break the tense silence. Her head seems to snap up a little bit, like she's just waking up. I suppose she is. So am I. I look around to see my ways of escape. I look at the flickering torches on the wall, and realize that I must be late for dinner. When I step back I'm startled to find that my arm never left her waist.

'Say something, stupid!'

"Later, Granger." I turn on my heel, smirk playing on my lips, happy to get the last word in.

Hermione's POV

"Hopefully much later" I call after Draco's retreating back. With a sigh, I turn the other way, walking towards Gryffindor Tower. When the sound of Draco's footsteps aren't present, I stop and lean against the wall. Turning my face to the side, my eyes shut to savor the cool sensation against my cheek. After a moment, I nothice that Draco isn't gone at all, but leaning against the wall, reading a large tome that looked like "Hogwarts: A History".

Luckily, he is totally absorbed in the text on the page, and doesn't see me. I turn a quietly as I can and head for the library, probably less crowded than the tower, seeing as dinner is about to let out.

"Your going down tomorrow Granger. Let's just see who gets expelled. Here's a hint: it's not going to be me." He says quietly, never looking up from his page. My feet seem to freeze on the spot. Enough is enough.

My heel turned so fast just then, I never missed a beat. I stride as fast as I can to where he's leaning against the wall casually, looking as cool and collected as ever. My palm swings back and hits his face with a resounding 'SMACK!'.

"Christ, Granger. Your arm sure has improved since third year." He muttered as he gingerly raised a hand to the red print of a hand that was painted on his face.

"You deserved it."

"How did I deserve being attacked?"

"For being a pompous, arrogant, filthy-" I began again, continuing the string of insults that I hadn't finished earlier.

"All right already, I get the point!" He exclaimed, looking slightly harried at what I had said. His face looked slightly splotchy from frustration and his usually perfect hair was falling out of place.

"I suppose your right Malfoy." I say when I turn away, "We will just have to wait and see who gets expelled. Here's a better hint: it's not going to be me. Oh, and your hair looks better that way." I add casually, turning away from him. "And pick your jaw up from the floor, its not a very flattering look."

'Finally. I got the last word in. I win!' I celebrate my victory in my head and when I swing open the doors to the library, I walk in with a broad smile across my face.

'Dumbledore will never side with Malfoy over me. He'll get expelled and I won't have to deal with him anymore. The rest of the year is going to be great!'

Next chap: meeting with dumbledore!