This chapter was easy to write. I really hope you all like it as well. Constructed criticism is welcomed try not to be so hash I tend to fall hard. New reviewers are all welcomed.

Title: Secret Sinful Kisses

Chapter: Only for you

Rating: PG-13

Genre: Angst/ Romance

Hermoine yarned loudly and stretched herself out along the sofa. A quick glance at the clock showed that it was a coming close to bedtime.

Hermoine placed a bookmark at her page and stood to exit. She smiled one last time before finally leaving her sanctuary of peace from Draco.

She frowned at the bathroom, there was only one? Hermoine shrugged her shoulders and entered the room locking and closing it behind her.

The deep red soft linen towels felt snug around Hermoine's body. She did her hair up as so carefully to not get it wet.

Her first toe tested the hot water shyly. She settled herself in the soapy water and closed her eyes in a relaxing way. She felt content and happy; it almost felt like Draco wasn't here at all.

Dip...Dab...Scribble...Scratch…rip…

He had spent the last two hours trying to write a letter to his father about the un-fit situation he was in-stuck with a mudblood.

Frustration plagued his restless mind. He needed rest and right about now was a good start. His bitching and complaining to his father would have to wait. His head was spinning in circles.

It wasn't before long that he caught himself slipping into sleep.

Draco fell to the floor bruised and cut. He looked up to three dark hooded figures that laughed manically with each scream he tried to hold back. His wrists were tied with itchy ropes rubbing and breaking his skin until it soaked the rope with his own blood.

Sweat dripped down his feeble body.

He let out a cry of pain at a sudden blow to his chest almost as deep to leave a scar. Draco fell to the floor whispering for no more but knew it was just the beginning…

Hot pokers stabbed his ankles and licked his chest. They were marks, marks of him.

"He's weak," one of the hooded figures spoke softly, "let's just finish him off," they finished.

"No," came a whisper, "No," the voice spoke louder, "No!" it screamed.

Draco looked over to the owner. She nodded. A sadden smile fell over her lips. Hermis struggle to stand. Her clothes hung loose, torn and dirty. Blood caked her dirty blonde hair and lips. Lips he'd kiss when he promised her when everything would be good like it used too.

Just the two of them…

Draco's eyes widened with fright and self-pity. He didn't need help. He would die. No one would miss him. But she would be missed.

"No," he mumbled to say... but were said too low…too low for them to hear as they stomped and cursed her till she lay still and lifeless. Eyes low and dull gray lips dead with no color bruised.

But he'd kiss them anyway because he knew someday things would be good…

"Just keep living Draco, for me," he heard her speak through her dry lips.

He would smile faintly and kiss her like he had promised. "Okay," he said through stifled tears, "Only for you."

Draco sat up right from bed. His covers stuck to his perspiring chest. He sat there for hours that night crying. Crying for someone who loved him more than he could ever love…

He was missing her…

The morning was muggy and humid for an autumn day on the Quidditch field. Hermoine watched Harry and Ron practice for they're up coming match against Ravenclaw. It was then when she thought up back on the start of her day.

"Morning, Malfoy," she said kindly.

"Save it mudblood."

"Hermoine!" it was Ron waving at her with a smile. Harry followed up behind her and kindly smiled. It seemed like every time Harry got near her he just blushed. Hermoine shrugged it off, blamed it on the weather, and smiled sweetly at them.

Their robes were dirty with red-crusted mud. There was silence when all they did was share eager glances.

"So…?" chimed Ron, he whistled it a little bit.

Hermoine knew where this was going. Harry and Ron entered the hall. She stopped short.

"It's terrible! He's such an arse. He doesn't even called me Granger anymore now, it's always mudblood this and mudblood that. He's killing me!" Hermoine stumped.

"That's Malfoy," Harry said. Dully.

"Did you try insulting him for a change?" inquired Ron, "you know? A little taste of his medicine may work."

"No, I'm going to kill him,"

"Alright Hermoine," Chuckled Ron.

"No, I didn't finish. I was going to kill him with kindness." Hermoine said proudly.

Ron and Harry laughed at her civil question. They stared at her and then back at each other. Hermoine placed her hands on her hips and tapped her foot.

They saw a serious look come on Hermoine's face and the laughs stifled. Harry cleared his throat and began walking again with Hermoine who lost them in a few steps.

"Well I think it's worth the try," she huffed.

Draco exited his second class. He wanted some alone time. Saying the password to the Tower, "Hippogriff." He climbed the long stony landing to the top. Opening the door he made a beeline to his room.

He through all his things on his bed and filled the empty inkbottle for a new one then headed towards the mysterious room. The door creaked open revealing a large selection of books.

He smiled then grimaced at the many books spilled on the floor. Some were on the couch and then some on the table.

Hermoine stumbled from behind a bookcase arms filled with more books. Draco growled as he marched over to take the books out of her hand. Dropping them on the floor, he towered over her small form.

"What are you doing, Mudblood? Who's going to clean this up? I know just who-you!" he barked angry that she once again did something he didn't approve. Then again he disapproved of everything she did.

He was too busy yelling that he didn't notice Hermoine stuck her hand out. He paused noticing that she wasn't listening to a thing he had said. Heaving with anger, Draco peered down at Hermoine's hand.

"What are you doing?" he mumbled rubbing his eyes confused.

"Starting over," Hermoine said meaning anything but. She didn't like him she didn't have to. She just had to be civil and understanding. Hermoine looked up to him and he looked at her and then her hand.

He laughed.

It began with a smirk exploding into a heartless powerful laugh. It frightened her to see him laugh.

Hermoine blushed with embarrassment slowly bring her hand down. She casually picked up the books that Draco dropped from her hands, and went over to one of the less crowded tables being swallowed by her books. She would put them away… so Draco wouldn't complain.

Tomorrow she would find another place to get away from Draco, a place where he wouldn't find her. A place where she could think, with out him bombarding in, then laughing when ever she tried to make a compromise.

Tomorrow she would find a place.

Draco stared at Hermoine with his arms folded. She was one strange muffin. She opened a thick textbook and began to scribble down some notes. She moved her elbow without realizing that books were there.

They fell.

Hermoine got up and picked up the books in an instant. She angrily slammed each one on top of the other the table. She hated being embarrassed especially when it made the other one feel superior.

Draco bent down and helped her with a book. Startled, she watched him help her pick up her fallen books. He then stood and exited the room with a click of the door before she could thank him.

Hermoine stared at the library and pouted. She had a lot of cleaning to do. She smiled at one the books she picked up. A History of Hogwarts, one of her favorites.

Draco shook his head and leaned against the doorframe before leaving for his room. Hermoine actually tried to compromise.

He laughed…again.

I know your all wonder why they haven't kissed or warmed up to each other yet but you don't fall in love with someone over night especially if you hate them. Thanks for all the love and reviews.

Choco.