Author's Note: Well, since I liked my lyric fiction I decided I would write the story of how they became and what happened to them known. You can either wait till I feature the fiction I wrote previously into the story or you can find the story called Save Us and read it. For those of who wondered, I use music as my influence. All of my fan fictions I write are based off a song at some point. I just never point it out. I'll be cool this time and show you what influenced my story this time.

Disclaimer: Everything that is recognized belongs to JKR or if its recognized lyrically, I will announce the proper people later.

Now without a further a due, my story…

The Secret

CHAPTER ONE: The cause and effect of Healing

Draco Malfoy looked away from the window to see the head girl contently reading a book. Oh how he hated her. He hated how she was ahead of him in all of their classes and how she was Pothead and Weasel-King's best friend and heroine, but the thing he hated the most, was his building interest in her. For the past 6 years, she has been the only girl who wouldn't look at him drooling. She was a challenge and if you knew Draco, you would know that he wouldn't let anything challenging pass him up.

The Hogwarts Express hit a hard bump flying Hermione's book right out of her hands and into the air. Sighing, she bent over to pick it up, but much to her dismay, someone beat her to the punch. Automatically she glared the hardest she could at the sheer blonde smirking.

"You heard McGonagall. Be civil. Give me my book back, now." she had no time for this. He grinned ready to throw her attitude towards him back at her face. He loved how she got tempered easily.

"Don't get your knickers in a knot, Granger. I was merely picking up the book to hand it back over to you. No evil cruel intent behind it. I am being civil, but if you insist on being so harsh and stubborn then you only provoke me to not bother with following what Professor McGonagall said." He leaned back holding the book still in his arms, tight. Hermione eyed him slowly waiting for a catch. She sighed.

He didn't like being mean to her when Potter and Weasley was around. She never did anything to him besides test him and forces himself to push harder in working at school. He was also known as the Slytherin Sex God and along with that name was his utmost respect to girls, well women really. Ever since he saw his father hit his mother, he vowed to himself he would never treat a woman in such a way. It was bad enough when he would make one cry, but it was better off for the reputation he had to keep for his father.

"Alright, you're right. Can I have my book back please?" Draco smirked, he would win.

"What did you say Granger, I'm sorry, I didn't hear what you said…" he growled in victory, full well knowing that she admitted he was right.

"You're RIGHT" she gritted through her teeth. If there was anything that Hermione hated doing was, was admitting that she was wrong. Especially if she was admitting it to a selfish git who thought he was better than her when he really wasn't.

"Much better, Here you are…" he tossed the book to Hermione, who caught the book as it landed onto her lap. She felt as if she should say a meaningful thank you, but he had just rubbed the fact that she was wrong into her face. Why apologize? She scoffed to herself in thought.

Soon enough, they arrived. Hermione stepped off the train feeling so accomplished. Here she was, ready to start her final year at Hogwarts Witchcraft and Wizardry. She made it and more importantly, she was head girl. A proud smile over took her as she continued to make her way towards first years that she had to lead around until sorting was finished. She looked gratefully over the new students, seeing their eyes bug out of their heads in awe from Hogwart's impression. She remembered her first day at Hogwarts, how intimidating it was. She glanced over seeing Draco gathering a group of boys who would surly be in Slytherin, he looked over confident as usual but more happy than he had been in years. Soon memories tugged at the back of her mind remembering how he treated her friends when they were all new here. Before anger grew back from her rumination, a small first year tapped the side of her arm, eyes scared.

"Yes?" she grinned down to the shy girl who reminded her of herself.

"I was wondering if you could help me…" she paused, as if she were afraid to being rejected help, "help me find my twin brother." She finished off quickly. Hermione nodded grinning, placing her hand on the short girl's back to lead her to Hagrid who had was a pro at finding lost persons.

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The Head Dorm was breathtaking. It was humongous but very symmetrical. On both sides of the room there were a desk with a soft green lamp and quill holder. Behind them were two book cases, half emptied for future books to be placed there by the heads. Across from the desks was a majestic fireplace, bigger than any house's. Surrounding it were separate pictures of each of the founding wizard and witches of Hogwarts. In front of the fireplace was a big red classic sofa, appealing to be rather comfortable. To either side of the sofa were soft lounge chairs with a coffee table before it placed neatly in the middle. Hidden to the side was a stair well to the left, once traveled revealed two door rooms. Magical print sprinted across each door, one with Hermione's name and the other with Draco's. Shared between the bedroom was a magnificent bathroom that would put the prefect's bathroom to shame.

"Wow" Hermione let out. Draco walked past her inspecting each piece of furtinture delicately. Not that it compared to the manor but was rather homey in its warming aura and calming colors. He gazed over at Hermione who was tracing her fingers along the side of a pillow that laid on the sofa. He softly smiled to himself, this year, he'd tell her how he felt. But how, lingered on his mind as he traveled up the stair case to see his room.

The night went by slow, as expected since all of the first years were needed to be sorted into their houses. Draco could barely eat. Sleep was something he was looking forward to. Dumbledore went through his normal routine talking about how the forbidden forest was off limits and that curfews were stressed. He glanced over seeing Hermione laughing to Potter's pathetic joke, her cheeks glowed and her smile made Draco's world go dull. This is saddening Draco, pull yourself together, she is just a girl. He assured himself.

After dinner Draco retired to his bed room to ready himself for bed. He walked to the bathroom to brush his teeth, leaning forward he turned on the faucet to begin his normal routine. The door to his right creaked open. He eyed it suspiciously using the mirror as his guide. Sure enough, Hermione emerged wearing plain baggy grey sweatpants and a loose hanging yellow tank top, which more than flattered her chest. Pink coloring tinted her cheeks the second he saw him standing there shirtless in his own pair of black sweatpants. "sorry" she let out, about to retreat.

"It's your bathroom too" he said before putting his toothbrush into his mouth, moving it back and forth vigorously. Hermione walked back into the bathroom grabbing her brush, brushing out the remaining gel in her curly head, slowly. Draco managed to let out a smirk even with a toothbrush in his mouth before spitting out the mint taste out. His hair was still gel, something he grew to hate but his father wouldn't bare him to let his hair trickle in his face. For the past few years he would return to school with his hair gelled only on the night of arriving because it was the last day he would see his father for a while. After inspecting that his teeth were thoroughly cleaned he leaned forward working his long slender fingers into his hair, shaking the gel free, allowing his hair to fall in front of his eyes. He looked over at Hermione, who was curiously watching him as she now brushed her teeth. The Slytherin let out a smirk before turning on his heel out of the bathroom, hoping she was staring at him in a positive aspect.

Hermione shook her head as Draco left the bathroom. Quidditch defiantly treated that boy very well. His stomach was chiseled with a six pack and his arms were toned with muscles that flattered him. Not to mention the way his pants hung loosely on his hips revealing his happy trail and the top of a green set of boxers. She smirked grateful that Draco was actually being civil this year. She finished brushing her teeth and turned to leave the room turning off the light before tucking herself into bed.

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Hermione Granger never did hate Draco Malfoy. Sure he may have been a git many times but to her he was a trouble soul that didn't know who to please more, himself or his father. His father on the other hand was a terrible creature. If anything Hermione pitied Draco. He was absolutely beautiful but his attitude ruined sparks. Because of Harry and Ron she would never show the fact that she is attracted to Malfoy. He never singled her out. He was jealous of Harry and as for Ron his family was traitors according to his father, it was probably expected of Draco to make fun of any Weasley. However Hermione never really got picked on except when she got in the way a few times between the boys. They weren't that different. She hated to put it this way but, if she never earned her friendship with Harry and Ron, she would be in the same position as Draco, friendless.

She was an early bird, rising a good two hours before breakfast. Apparently she wasn't the only one. Draco stood looking out of a window that showed the lake. He sighed wanting to go out there but not having enough energy to do so. Soon enough, he felt a presence behind him. He turned around seeing a curious Hermione staring at him. "Morning" he grumbled, looking back out to the lake once more.

"Morning" she said, plopping herself down in the sofa. "Would you care for some tea?" if he was going to be civil, she should too. She stood up walking to a small kitchenette to the side of the entrance.

"If its not much trouble" he replied as she poured her self a cup and then him. She walked over with their tea, handing him one cup before sipping from her own.

"What are you looking at?" she looked out the window.

"Just the lake" he spoke, as if it were nothing. Hermione nodded. She placed her tea down on a table near by, looking back at Draco, then headed up the stairs to retrieve her book she wished to finish before breakfast. "Where are you going?" he said a little too loud, looking back on Hermione's form climbing up the third stair. His voice startled her causing her to lose her balance. She began to fall backwards, hitting the ground hard, twisting her ankle in the process. Draco rushed over, kneeling down in front of her. "Are you alright?" he looked down at her. She winced in pain, shaking her head no.

"My ankle" She said grabbing at it. Draco simply nodded before sweeping her into his strong arms, carrying her to the sofa.

"Place your leg on the table." He said leaving the room, "I'll be back in a second" he came back, with his wand in his hand. "I've been told some healing charms. Hold your breath." Once more he sat beside her, leaning forward, taping her ankle with his wand as he muttered a spell softly. He placed his hand softly on her ankle. "Better?" he smiled an actual smile. She nodded, numb from the ability to speak. He rubbed his hand back and forth softly, staring at Hermione as she stared speechless back at him. Soon he lifted his hand, causing coldness to replace his hand as he stood up to walk away. Immediately Hermione moved to stand up. Before Draco told her that she needed to relax a few more minutes for the healing to work, she began to waver forward towards the ground. He turned around; catching her in his arms, but it wasn't enough.

The momentum of her fall caused Draco to fall backwards, with Hermione on top of his body and ironically enough, her lips landed perfectly on his. Her eyes widened as she saw the actions unfold but before she could allow herself to mind her body to get off her, she closed her eyes. Why wasn't he moving? WHY ARENT I MOVING! She wondered desperately.

Their lips still upon each others, limp. Draco groaned out, from the impact of the floor and Hermione sandwiching him. After a few seconds, he realized her lips lingering on his. They were so soft, what a tease this was. She didn't move, he couldn't move. His mind was rushing… the only thing that would work that his mind would allow to happen was the only thing that would scare both him and Hermione senseless. So naturally, he did it. He pressed his lips forward to smother them onto Hermione's, praying that she would kiss him back. He hated rejection. When reality crashed down on Hermione that his lips were working their way onto hers, she lost her breath. What could she do? OH who cared, it may be Draco Malfoy but he is gorgeous, people would say she deserved to be in the psychiatry ward of St. Mungos if she didn't kiss him back. So she did. She adjusted her body to where it wasn't awkwardly on top of his body and leaned into his kiss, allowing his lips to dominate over hers until he was allowed access with his tongue. She sighed into the kiss as he rolled her off his body and placed his on top of hers. Kissing her hard and as passionate as he could before he lost his breath. When they needed air he moved his head back slowly, speechless. Moments later, the reality of the world crashed down onto Draco hard, his eyes bugged out of his head and he leaned up, pacing back to his room fast, leaving a breathless Hermione on the floor, unable to move or speak. All she managed to do was bring her finger tip to meet her swollen lips to allow the thought find its way to her mind.

Draco Malfoy just kissed her…