Chapter 2

Hermione settled into her room as a million thoughts ran through her head. The entire time she was sitting at dinner all she could think about was her little encounter on the train. It took every inch of her entire being not to look back at him. She could feel his eyes burning a hole through her back but she still wouldn't look. She sat down on her bed when she realized how worn her legs were from such a long day. She lay down and thought that maybe a little reading would settle her down. She got up again and walked over to her trunk and started searching for her favorite book. It didn't take her long to realize that she had left her book in Draco's compartment. Was it still on the train? Then she had a thought that left an unsettling feeling in her stomach. What if Draco had the book with him? It was probably a mistake, and maybe he had been kind enough to take it with him back to his dorm. Maybe she could just get it back from him in the morning. She went back to her bed and lay down again. She tried to push the thoughts out of her head but they just wouldn't go away. She tried to rationalize her thinking and her feelings. Why couldn't she get him out of her head? Draco Malfoy, when she thought the name in her head it didn't bring the same feeling that it did before. She wasn't sick or repulsed by it, she actually had butterflies. Maybe it was a blessing that she had left her book because then she would have a reason to go and talk to him. Wait, what was she thinking? A reason to go talk to Draco? That was insane. She shouldn't be thinking that way. This was the boy that had tried to make the last six years of her life a living hell. The one who called her a mudblood, or a filthy muggle lover. Then she realized something else, he hadn't insulted her, not once. Well at least during their brief encounter. He actually seemed human, for once. Had Draco actually changed?

Draco lay on his bed and picked up the book that Hermione had left behind. He smiled to himself when he thought of her buried in the book, absolutely consumed by its contents. He had always watched her while she read and studied for her classes. Chewing in her lip, tugging on her hair. He had never realized how much he watched before. Maybe he had had this attraction to her all along. Maybe that is why he went out of his way to make her pissed. Or, was it to see her, be near her. How could a little incident on the stupid train be causing all of this confusion? He had never felt this way about anyone before. Not even Pansy, his first real girlfriend. Well, actually his first real anything. But it was purely physical with them, nothing more but sex. This was different; he had actually been aching to see her again. Why was she consuming his every thought? Just as he started thinking naughty thoughts there was a light tapping at his door. Surprised he head to open the door. He thought that it was probably Pansy, with the welcome back to school shag. It was kind of a tradition. He looked around the room to make sure it was decent and opened the door. He started to say something along the lines of no, I'm not in the mood, but he was cut short. Hermione Granger was actually standing at his door.

"Um, what are you not in the mood for?" she asked timidly.

"I uh, I didn't think it was you…. What exactly are you doing here?" he replied as calmly as he could.

"Well, I think you accidentally took my book this morning. You know, when you helped me."

"Right, actually I was going to talk to you about that, um do you mind if I borrow it?" he knew it was a long shot but he was drawing a blank. He wasn't really interested in the book, but he couldn't just seduce her right here and now, these things took time.

"Um, alright, I guess that would be okay. It really is a good book, you will enjoy it." She smiled and turned to walk away when he felt his stomach drop.

"Um, Hermione, do you mind? I think I need your help on something." That was a complete lie and he knew he needed to think quickly if he was going to get away with this.

"What do you need my help with?"

"I uh, my um classes. Yeah, I don't know if I should keep them, and I think you know more than I do when it comes to academics." Now, he knew that was a longer shot then the borrowing the book bit but he was desperate.

"Sure, do you have your schedule?"

"Yes, it's right over here." He motioned to the bed and sat down. He took a long piece of parchment off of his desk and handed it to her. She sat down next to him and furrowed her brow.

"Well, it looks fine to me…..it looks like we have Defense against the dark arts together. What classes were you worried about?

"That one, Defense against the dark arts."

"Um, ok. It doesn't look like any of you other classes will be too difficult, but if you need any help you can just come for me." He had to admit he was surprised. She had to know that he never had any problems when it came to school. But it had worked; she had agreed to help him. There was no turning back now. He could smell her and it was absolutely driving him insane. He wanted to ravish her right then and there, no questions asked.

"Well, I think maybe I should get going, you know it's getting late." She said as she gently got up from the bed. Draco stood up after her and followed her to the door.

" Ok, so I guess I will see you in class tomorrow?"

" Yes, you will. Um, goodnight Draco."

"Goodnight." He said as he watched her turn and walk down the hall.

Hermione wasn't quite sure what she had been thinking when she went to see Draco in the middle of the night, but her logical side wasn't thinking for her this time. As she was leaving his room a million thoughts were running through her head. That was so unlike her to just get up and actually go to a boys room in the middle of the night, especially Dracos room, that was flat out insanity. It was crazy of her to think it would be ok for her just to waltz up there and for it to be ok. But to her surprise, he had accepted her, with complete open arms. It suddenly hit her that she was just in Draco's room, in the middle of the night, and he hadn't said one mean thing to her. She had to lean against a wall for a second to catch her breath. It felt like she hadn't taken a single breathe the entire time she was there. Wait, god what was she talking about? Had she gone insane? This was Draco! Whatever this was, whatever she was feeling, she could not let it go on. It was just a little attraction, that's all. It wasn't a crush and it most certainly wasn't love, she just thought he was cute. She gathered herself and took the long walk back to her room. Once she got back she hurried and undressed and got into bed. She was going insane, there was no way she liked Draco, no way in hell.

She was woken up with a sharp knocking at the door. She was still groggy when she got up out of bed as she hurried and pulled a robe on. The knocking became louder and more frantic as she got closer to the door. She opened it and to her pleasant surprise, Draco was standing right in front of her.

"Hermione, I know this is sudden and I shouldn't be here, but I needed to do this." Before she could say anything he took her in her arms and gave her the most amazing kiss on earth. She felt her knees start to give away and he pulled her in closer. She felt like she was about to pass out from the intensity of his presence. The kiss was so powerful; she had never felt anything like it. She kissed him back with all that was within her, and he let a slight moan escape his lips. The kiss turned form sweet and kind to passionate and powerful, she wasn't going to hold back, not anymore. She lifted herself up around his waist and wrapped her legs around him. He held her even tighter than before and led her to the bed. He lay her down and broke away from their kiss for just a moment.

"You are so beautiful." He whispered before he went back to searching her lips. She quickly took his shirt off and ran her hands over his torso. He felt amazing under her palms she had to contain herself from just ripping his pants off and shagging the hell out of him. He gently took off her robe and exposed her creamy skin. She didn't feel uncomfortable or naked with him, it just felt so right. She kissed him with more need than before and he pulled away once again.

"Hermione, I need to tell you something."

"What, what is it?" she said breathlessly.

"Wake up."

Hermione sat straight up in bed and realized it had been a dream. She was out of breath and was soaked in sweat. It was a dream; it had all been a dream. It had felt so real; she could have sworn that she could still taste his lips on hers. She gently brushed her fingers against her lips and collapsed back into her bed. She groaned with disappointment and got up out of bed. It was time to go to class and she didn't have anytime to it and dwell on what had just happened. All she did know was that whatever it was that she was feeling before had defiantly intensified and now she had to see him again. No matter what.