Chapter One

Hermione sighed and stared at the moon outside of the window. She was due to patrolling the corridors tonight with MALFOY. What a nightmare.

Hermione rolled over on her bed and decided it was time to get her winter cloak on. The dungeons were particularly cold at night.

Of course every girl would be dying to be in her place. Especially Pansy, Lavender, and Parvati.

More Pansy than anyone else though.

Hermione shuddered.

Even Ginny started to think he was hot! Well he was certainly attractive...but never someone she would get involved with. He was much too...dangerous. He had white blond hair and sparking grey eyes. Stormy when he was angry. Well he would get pissed at the sight of Hermione.

He seemed to always be bothered about Hermione particularly. Of course there were more Muggleborns then Purebloods, but something about the mere sight of her just bothered him. Maybe because she didn't drop to her feet at him whenever she saw him, like most girls did.

He rolled his eyes.

Granger was about to come and he was especially mad about patrolling with her.

She was so damn bossy. Sort of like the Malfoy-bossiness. He seethed. How could she have bossiness when she was just a filthy Mudblood?

Well she didn't have a trace of filthiness to her anymore. She wasn't exactly beautiful with her bushy ringlets, but Potty and Weasel seemed to be charmed by her. She wasn't exactly short, but not tall like he was.

Malfoy groaned. She didn't even deserve to be in his mind.

He grabbed his cloak swiftly and gracefully descended the steps of the Slytherin common room.

He walked extra slow just to piss Granger off. That goody goody would get a fit over that.

Malfoy smirked. It was extremely entertaining to see her mad.

Over at the end of the corridor Hermione was tapping her foot irritably.

She knew that he was late because he just loved to piss her off.

Hermione sighed. She didn't even know why he bothered her so much. She should be used to it by now.

A swish of a cloak told her that Malfoy was there. He looked very mysterious and Hermione admired that about him. She was very fond of mysterious people.

Except him, of course.

"Miss me Granger?" he smirked.

"I didn't try to punch you yet but I will soon," said Hermione, taking the sentence in a different meaning on purpose.

Malfoy frowned. "I'm so much quicker than that, I'm not thirteen anymore."

"Sure," said Hermione, sarcastically.

Malfoy rolled his eyes.

"We're going this way," said Malfoy stubbornly when he saw that she was going to the Gryfindor hall.

"What?" said Hermione. "No we are not."

"You can't boss me," said Malfoy dangerously quietly.

"What makes you think you can boss me?" retorted Hermione.

"Because you're you. And its fun to boss you around!" said Malfoy superiorly.

She was impressed that he didn't call her a mudblood, but mad all the same.

"Ugh! I don't even know why you get me so mad!" said Hermione, furiously.

"Maybe because I'm, number one, devilishly handsome," he said, counting off the qualities from his long, pale fingers. "Two, extremely charming, three - "

"Okay! Okay! I get the picture," said Hermione rolling her eyes.

"Oh so you don't deny it?" he said, wiggling his eyebrows. "Always knew you had a thing for me Granger!"

"In your dreams, probably frequently," added Hermione in an after thought.

"Trust me Granger, if you were, that would mean that I want you, and if I did, I would have you," said Malfoy arrogantly.

"Yeah ok," said Hermione, widening her eyes sarcastically. "Anyway..."

"Oho, Granger, trying to change the subject are you. I'll be expected a full love letter professing your undying love for me at the breakfast table tomorrow," said Malfoy, sounding serious, which seriously scared Hermione.

Hermione clutched her heart in a mock manner. "You found my secret! I'm revealed!" said Hermione sarcastically. "Oh the shame!"

"There's nothing shameful about loving me," said Malfoy. "Every other girl does..."

"Yeah, in case you haven't noticed Malfoy, I'm not every other girl," said Hermione, looking at him in the eye.

"I noticed that much Granger," he drawled.

"Oho Malfoy. So that means you been checking me out? I'm touched. Really," said Hermione unconvincingly.

"Wait," said Malfoy urgently. "I hear something."

Hermione paused. They were just outside Dumbledore's office and Hermione could hear a frantic Ron talking to Dumbledore.

He seemed to be trying to explain something.

Dumbledore sounded amused.

Trust Dumbledore to be amused in a serious situation. Well serious to other people, anyway.

Hermione heard the words, "Malfoy" and "Hermione" and "kids".

Hermione was a little taken aback. Those three words in one sentence was enough to give her a heart attack.

They could hear DUmbledore telling Ron to put it inside the pensieve.

Hermione and Malfoy exchanged shocked glances.

"Moving on, shall we?" said Malfoy charmingly.

"Yes, we shall," said Hermione, completely ignoring the fact that she was flirting with Malfoy.

They linked arms and marched down the hallway.

Anyone who saw this was probably convinced that both of them were on crack.

And unfortunately, a certain a red haired person did.