Draco's POV

Draco stared at Hermione, shocked at her sudden outburst. Surely she should have recognized his reason, she was the smartest witch of their age after all.

"I do have a reputation you know. I can't just go from hating you one day to being your best friend the next." Hermione studied him, seeing the truth in his words.

"I guess you're right, all though people shouldn't care what we are."

"But they will care." Draco responded, a cold look crossing his face as he spoke. His father would care the most. Draco knew his father would completely lose it if he knew his son liked a mud-er-muggleborn and he feared what he would do. Not for himself, no, but for Hermione. As her name crossed his thoughts he looked up at her. She was standing in front of one of the enchanted windows. The faux moonlight shone behind her, giving her an angelic glow. Her hands were folded slightly in front of her. She was focusing on the floor in front of Draco's feet. Her brow was creased with deep thoughts which her eyes gave way to show what those thoughts were. He looked into them, getting swept into their depths. He watched, captivated, as the different shades of brown seemed to swirl before his own eyes. Before he knew what he was doing he had stepped closer to Hermione and laid his hands over her delicate wrists. Hermione had been speaking but her words were lost.

"I mean, why should it matter that we are friends, er, well I just assumed that we" she was cut short as Draco's lips crashed down into her own. He didn't think, he just acted. He pushed her back against the window and let go of her wrists. He moved his hands to wrap around her shoulders. He felt the electricity run through his veins as he felt her small frame so close to him. He ran his tongue over her bottom lip, begging for entrance. Surprisingly, she opened. He felt the rush as his tongue darted in, battling for dominance. Draco was shocked as Hermione fought back. He faltered as he was met with such strength, strength he thought she could never possess. He quickly recovered as he felt her start to enter his own mouth. He pushed her back, winning the intimate battle. He plunged into the depths of her mouth, exploring every crevice.

Hermione's POV

Hermione leaned into Draco, urging him to deepen it even more. The feel of his lips on her was enough to cause her to lose all contact with her normal self. She whimpered, needing more of Draco. He quickly replied, pushing all of himself closer to her.

"Hey, Mione, I was wondering if you had the noted from, Oh my God!" Ron gasped from his position standing in the opening created by the portrait. His face, red with fury, eyes fuming, he screamed, "What the hell? No, don't answer I can see for myself!"

Hermione pulled back from Draco, pushing him away. She stood, mouth still open, staring at her furious best friend to the disheveled Draco. Draco was bright red, a look of shock on his face that he didn't bother hiding.

"Ron, it, it's not what it seems." Hermione pleaded.

"Tell me what it is then." he coldly responded, glancing hatefully between the two. Hermione looked questioningly at Draco, begging for help. He wouldn't meet her gaze so she turned back to Ron, looking defeated.

"That's what I thought." Ron turned on his heel and stalked back out the opening, his red hair matching his mood.

"Ron!" Hermione yelled after him. She started to go after him but found that she was held back. Draco had placed his hand on her shoulder, not letting her go.

"Just give him time, Hermione. He will come around, and if he doesn't, well then, he's not a true friend." he released her and walked into his bedroom. Hermione stood watching as he walked away and shut his door. She shook her head slowly and walked over to the couch, She sat down and stared intently into the flames, her mind far away. She, Hermione Granger, had just kissed, no, snogged Draco Malfoy. Draco Malfoy, the boy who had caused her so much pain in the past, had just given her more pleasure than she could have ever imagined. Only minutes before they had been talking and then without warning, their faces had met, and she didn't even pull away. In fact, she had deepened it. Ron, her hot tempered best friend, whom she had always thought to have had a crush on her, had witnessed almost all of it. She shook her head in disbelief and laid down on the couch. Ron would be slow to forgive and she wasn't sure how Harry would react to her snogging his enemy. She closed her eyes and could again feel his warm lips against her own. In the back of her mind she knew she should be repulsed but she wasn't, it had felt so right. She found herself longing to experience it all again. She slowly drifted off to sleep, dreaming of Draco yet again.

Draco's POV

Draco woke early the next morning. He looked down the length of his bed. His blankets were either thrown to the floor in a careless heap or wrapped tightly around him. Normally he moved very little in his sleep, one reason his hair even looked immaculate in the morning. He tried to think over the previous day, to see what could have made him so restless. It all came flooding back to him. He groaned as he rolled our of his bed, untangling himself with some difficulty. "Why me?" he called out to no one. He quickly got ready for classes and headed out into the common room. Hermione was still sleeping on the couch, her face flushed with dreaming. Draco stood staring at the perfect form before him. If only he could see her dreams. He sighed, he wanted to know her better so badly, but he knew it would probably never happen. He contemplated on whether or not to sit next to her and wake her. He knew he would have to talk to her, but not yet. He couldn't answer her questions when he himself didn't know the answers. He wasn't sure he would like what she would tell him either. He needed time to sort it all out.

The day passed by quickly for Draco, too quickly. He spent each class deep in thought. At the end of each period he was jostled from thinking and would often run to his next class just to sit and resume his thoughts. The same thoughts seemed to replay over and over in his mind. 'What happened? Why? What does it mean? What did she think? What will happen if Weasel tells the whole school?' and most vibrant in his mind was, 'What will I say to her?'

Hermione's POV

For Hermione, the day couldn't have dragged on any longer. When she went down to breakfast she was greeted by the sight of Ron glaring her down. Harry was seated next to him, staring at his plate. Hermione started to walk towards them, planning out what she was going to say. As she neared, Ron jumped up, grabbed Harry and angrily stalked out the door, but not before sending one last hateful glance her way. The rest of the day was much the same. Her "best friends" avoided her at all costs. Harry never would look up and meet her eyes. Ron would always drag him away if he lingered in her presence, never giving her a chance to talk.

Hermione spent every second she could wondering. 'What would she do about Ron? Why had Draco kissed her? What was he thinking? What will I say to him?'

Time for potions finally rolled around. Hermione nervously took her seat next to the head boy. She turned to look at Draco several times as Snape gave out the instructions for the day. Today, they would be working on essays, independently, thankfully. Hermione gave a sigh of relief to herself. She relaxed, the tension had died down somewhat. She leaned over to grab her parchment and quill along with the book she would be needing to write the report with. When she came back up to set her things down she saw that a slip of parchment had found its way unto her desk. She looked at it curiously, wondering from whom it came. She slowly ran her gaze over the class, hoping to catch the sender's eye. 'Maybe it's from Ron, apologizing.' she hoped. As she scanned the room she was disappointed to see that everyone was deep into their work. Ron looked up as she passed over him. At first she was delighted. He had changed his mind! But all thoughts of him forgiving her were washed away as he returned her stare with yet another hate filled glare. She averted her eyes, fighting back the tears that threatened to overflow them. Sure, she had fought with Ron plenty of times before but never over something like this. And never had Harry turned on her too. She looked back down to the mysterious note before her. There was only one way she was going to find out whom it was from. She carefully unfolded it and laid it out before her.

Hermione,

Meet me in the library after class.

D.M.

Hermione reread the letter, making sure she had saw it correctly. D.M.? It could only be one person. Draco Malfoy. She felt the fear and panic start to rise. What could she say? What would he say? Her heart sunk as one thought came to mind. 'It was a mistake. He was using you. It was just another one of his cruel sick jokes like he always used to play on you. It didn't mean anything.' Shaking, she packed her things up as Professor Snape dismissed class. She watched as Ron and Harry quickly left without so much as a glance in her direction. She was the last to leave. She slowly made her way to the library, fearing what was to come. 'Why should it matter if it didn't mean anything to him, it's not like it meant anything to you. Right?' She found herself standing outside the doors of the library. It seemed as if her feet had carried her there entirely to fast. She gave a shaky sigh as she pushed open the door and entered. She looked around, trying to see the silver blonde Slytherin. He wasn't there. She walked farther into the room and started scanning the isles. As she turned one she caught a glimpse of his back. He headed straight for the restricted section. She stared after him for a moment and then silently followed. She lost sight of him as he turned the corner. She quickened her pace and as she turned that same corner she saw him seated at the farthest table. He looked up as she started to cross the room. He nodded to the chair seated opposite him. She quietly made her way to the chair and took a seat.

"I, I guess I should explain, about last night and all." she began, fear noticeable in her normally strong voice.

"No, it was my fault, I will go first." Draco looked at her, deep determination in his eyes.

AN Sorry it took me so long to get this chapter up! Alaska was beyond awesum!!! i no i picked a bad place to stop again. so kill me. no j/k i already got most of the next chapter written and all of it is thought out i just need to type it! it will be up real soon! hope ya enjoy please review and give me any comments on how to make it better! THX moseysdragon