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Summary: Draco/Hermione. I've read some really good fics about them and I just thought that I'd try my hand at it. Can one moment change anything?

A/N: I told myself that if even one person reviewed/wanted to read it, I'd keep writing. So, thank you hotaru420 for being that reviewer. Do I have any idea where this fic is going? Most likely not. I will probably be updating quickly now, because I have no life. And am bored. I'm also sorry for anything cheesy you may encounter.

I'll Walk With You
Chapter Two

Draco walked slowly back to the Slytherin common room, contemplating about what had just happened. He had kissed a Mudblood – no, not just any Mudblood, Granger, know-it-all golden teacher Granger – and the disturbing thing was, he had liked it. The truth was, he kissed girls before, numerous ones, but they had never felt like when he kissed Granger. But, it didn't mean anything, it was just raging hormones, nothing more.

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Hermione arrived in the Great Hall just in time to see the owls drop in. She spotted Harry and Ron at Gryffindor table and walked over to them. Slipping in between the two, she grabbed a piece of toast and started eating.

"Hermione, where were you last night?" Ron asked. "Me and Harry had to finish up our essays for Snape by ourselves! I mean, really, who bloody cares how puffer fishes' eyeballs are used in potions?"

"Ron, don't say that puffer fishes are very useful, what with – "

"Never mind what Ron's saying, Hermione," interjected Harry "he's just upset because he had to finish the whole essay by himself and – "

"Upset! Who wouldn't be bloody upset!"

Harry ignored him and continued to talk, "I mean, we didn't see you in the common room at all before we went to bed."

"I was just in the library, Harry. I don't see how it suddenly became a crime to stay in the library. And you two shouldn't depend on me for homework. I'm not an encyclopedia! Serves you right if you ask me."

"Figures, I mean I knew we'd get the lecture – " But Hermione tuned Ron out, looking around. She felt someone's eyes on her, she was sure of it. She glanced around until her eyes finally dropped on the Slytherin table, falling on Draco Malfoy. He smirked and held her eyes as if in a deadlock, refusing to look away, seeing who could win this battle of wills. But he blinked, and she quickly looked away. Smirking, he turned back to his breakfast.

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He'd wandered around the castle looking for first years that he could terrorize. The rest of the day had passed uneventfully, as Hermione had avoided making eye contact with him at all costs. He was still thinking about what had happened between them last night, how she could ignite so much emotion from him.

He reached the East Wing and saw her leaning out a window gazing at the stars, as if waiting for someone. He wondered who that someone was, and whether he was that someone.

She turned around, hearing footsteps and in that instant, he found her lips. He ran his hand through her hair and kept the other on her waist. As if expecting this, she ran her hands through his hair and played with the small hairs on the nape of his neck. He ran his tongue up her neck and she shuddered. He knew that he should stop; he knew that he should leave and never look back, but she sighed softly and he forgot all those reasons.

Her hands moved from his hair to rest on his neck, and his skin burned hot at her touch. He pushed her against the wall watching out for windows. He kissed her lips with such a passion that her eyes flew open in shock. His tongue toyed with hers and she felt her stomach lurch.

"Draco," she moaned softly into his mouth.

He pulled away abruptly as if she'd cursed. "Don't say that," he whispered, realizing just how close he was from losing it, falling off the edge.

"Don't tell me what I can or can't do! Ugh, you're despicable. I don't even know why – "

"Is it my fault that you find me roguishly attractive?"

"Roguishly attractive, I'll show you roguish, my foot up your – " she mumbled under her breath as she smoothed her skirt and started to walk away.

He grabbed her arm and spun her around rapidly so that she was caught off balance; her hands landed on his chest. He bent down to try and kiss her once more, but she pushed him away, revolted.

"Stay away from me," she snarled at him.

Then she walked away, determined not to glance backward.