Discalimer: Everything belongs to JK, except the plot line. That's mine. Muhahahaha! grins maliciously

A/N: I absolutely LOVE writing! Critisism is welcome, but still, be nice. And any ideas you have, I'm open. Even though you've probably seen an amnesia HP fanfic, have no fear, mine is very much original. ENJOY and REVIEW.

Chapter One: A Resolution To Count On

"Bugger!" Hermione's books went flying everywhere as she was trust forward by someone's hands. That's what she got for walking around in the dungeons by herself. She was pretty sure of who did it and it made sense. She wasn't, nor ever had been, on good terms with Slytherin. It came with the territory, being a Gryffindor, and most of all, Harry Potter's friend.

But it was worth it, Harry and Ron had been so nice to her all this time. She wouldn't trade their friendship for anything in the world, except, maybe, a really big ice pack for the sharp pain that was slowly creeping up her entire body. She could just feel the bruises forming. Her hands found their way to her knees, the initial point of contact with the cold stone floor, and let out a small moan. "Ouch."

"Oh, did I hurt you Granger." His voice, laced in mock concern, entered her ears, and Hermione's suspicions were confirmed. She had felt his cold grey eyes searing through her about halfway down the hallway.

"No Malfoy, it was the floor that hurt me, and possibly gravity helped. You in no way aided in my current situation, sorry." Hermione knew it would annoy him to not get credit for his dirty work.

"Too bad," Malfoy spat, "because I really want to keep up my New Year's Resolution." He had thrown the bait; he had but to wait for her to bite.

"New Year's Resolution?" Hook, line, sinker.

"Yes, you see, I promised myself I would have a daily quota of at least one mudblood attack. And as of yet, today, I have not reached that goal, and it's getting late. How are those mudbloods going to remember how filthy and disgusting they are without my subtle coaxing?"

'Subtle?' Hermione had to use all her will power not to pull her wand out and hex him on the spot. She got called a mudblood almost daily now, but she would never get used to it. Funny thing, Malfoy had been the person who first called her a mudblood during her second year. Well not so much funny as ironic.

"Well sorry to disappoint you, I wouldn't want to ruin your little resolution. They seem so hard to keep these days. I know I wasn't able to keep mine."

Mudboods made resolutions? "Well not everyone has strong morals like us Malfoys." Draco frowned. "What were you doing down here anyway?"

"I had accidentally left my books in the potions classroom. I came down to fetch them." Hermione just couldn't bear the idea of her books being stolen, or worse. The second she realized they were missing, she had run straight to the dungeons, leaving a confused Harry and Ron in the middle of dinner.

"Oh no, not your precious books! I would hate to think of the horrible fate that would befall you if you were without your books for an entire day." He emphasized the last words adding extra acidity to his voice. "I mean, honestly why do you need them this second?"

"I was going to study." Hermione's voice had dropped to a mere mutterance, so it took Draco a moment to understand her. Ha! She was embarrassed. He had just formulated a snappy comeback when he saw a flash or red turn the corner and enter the hallway.

"Hermione! There you are. I was getting worried. I saw you go down stairs into the dungeons and so I thou……" Ron stopped dead in his tracks when he saw Malfoy. Then he noticed Hermione's books strewn across the floor and stiffened. "What did you do Malfoy? For god's sake, do you ever lay-off? I have half a mind to-"

"Ron, everything's fine. I just tripped; Malfoy saw me and decided to take full advantage of the moment. Here, just help me with my books and we can head up and finish dinner."

"Fine." Ron leant down to pick up the books and gave Malfoy a quick glare before he turned to walk away. Malfoy, in response, smirked, and went back to his dorm.

"Are you sure he didn't do anything to you?" He wanted to have saved me, Hermione realized.

"No Ron, he didn't," Seeing his crestfallen face she quickly added, "but he probably would've done something eventually. Thanks for coming. You're my knight in shining armor." With that she kissed his cheek, and robotically turned forward, half shocked at what she had just done.

Ron was sweet, and cute, but he was her friend. Her friend. Her friend…….

"Oh, I-I…" He blushed and nearly turned the color of his hair. "It was nothing."

Why was he getting so flustered? Hermione was pretty, but she was just a friend. Just a friend…….

A/N: So there it is, my first chappy.Hope you liked it. REVIEW. I know his chapter was short, but this will not be the case always. I reiterate REVIEW! Please and thank you.