A/N: Well as per usual, college life and shit has been attacking me, but you all got lucky because my muse is beginning to nag me again. And for all of you who have been dying for something to happen between Legion and Hermione to happen, I am going to try and start that this chapter. I know you have all been really pissed with me, but I know that Legion has been trained to fight and wait for the right moment. And I am not particularly into the extremely fast paced, first sight in love crap.

Disclaimer: As per usual none of this belongs to me, except for Legion and his friends, it all is the property of J.K. Rowling. But I do so love to borrow her characters to twist them to my own sick twisted little pleasures. xD

Chapter 6: Don't Be Sorry

Professor Morgana was, for the first time, actually helping me learn something. Although, I must admit what I was learning had nothing to do with how levitation runes help even the ministry to run their magic elevators.

No at that moment, though she didn't know it, I was observing Hermione Granger, who awkwardly enough was not paying any attention to the professor either. She seemed distracted, by making side glances towards me, and back towards a giggling Gryffindor girl. The same girl that Jadyn had been sitting with last class, and had again paired himself with this time. Her normally serene features had an agitated caste to them, and I could tell something was bothering her.

On a scrap piece of parchment, I scribbled a note, and slide it towards her. She unfolded it as covertly as possible when Morgana wasn't looking, and scribbled an answer.

I smiled when it was slide back across the table with the words, "There is nothing wrong with me and don't write me notes in class. Morgana will notice."

I gave her the appropriate apologetic face, and made to look like I was paying attention until the old bat finished the lesson.

As soon as class ended, however, I turned to the brunette and again asked her, "So what's wrong?"

"Nothing, I told you." Obvious lie.

"Something was, you weren't paying any attention to Morgana all class."

Granger scoffed, "Of course I was, she was telling us about levitation runes."

"Really, so who did she say uses levitation runes in the Chuddley Cannons?"

"Victor Krum?" She said speedily and shoved her last book in her bag.

"See, you weren't paying attention."

"Ok so I don't know sports, sue me I'm a girl."

"If I knew what suing was I probably would because Morgana never mentioned sports in her lecture today." I replied smugly.

Granger's face flushed red, "That wasn't fair. I –"

"You were not paying attention, you were looking at Jadyn and his project partner." Her face flushed three shades darker. I had gotten her there and she knew it, but she was a Gryffindors are loyal to the end, even when they know they're wrong.

"I was not, now if you don't mind I need to meet Harry and Ron in the Great Hall. They are probably looking for me."

I looked around for Jadyn, and noticed he and the girl had already left to do just that. "I will walk you, Jadyn already went without me."

Granger didn't look too pleased and even tried to say it wasn't necessary, but I staunched her by packing away my things and taking her books out of her hands and walking towards the door. I could hear the slap of her feet on the stone floor as she followed.

At this point I had a funny thought; I had just grabbed Hermione Granger by her books…

She was silent for most of the trip to the Great Hall, and I needed her to talk. I needed to get my plan in motion.

"Did you like Durmstrang?"

"Not particularly. I guess it was ok."

"Oh, why?"

"I'm not sure exactly, I guess it was not really that challenging for me."

"And Hogwarts is more challenging I guess."

I nodded, "I have more here to occupy my mind with. There are more people here, but it just seems like we are all designated to only our houses."

Granger didn't answer, so I continued on as we rounded another corner. "It seems like you can only speak to certain people according to their houses, and in Durmstrang we didn't have houses to separate us."

"Well it may seem that way, but you can still speak to people in other houses. I mean just look at us, we are 'speaking'."

Time to pull her into the trap. "That isn't what I meant exactly. I mean it's just so hard for people to see outside their houses that they don't even try to sit or date outside them. And when they do, they get dirty looks."

"No, no that's completely insane. Percy and Penelope dated their entire seventh year, they didn't get …dirty looks. And Ginny dated a Hufflepuff just a couple of months ago."

I raised my eyebrows. "So you're saying that if for instance you and I were to date then no one would think it …improper?" I kept my voice curious and challenging, hoping to get a rise out of her.

I saw her face flush quickly to red then back to normal again through the corner of my eye. "I think if it were us dating we would get weird looks because it was you and I, not because we were Gryffindor and Ravenclaw."

"Okay, bad example, but what if say it were you and Malfoy. Then wouldn't that be because you are Gryffindor and he is Slytherin."

Granger cringed, "eh, I would rather date you." Then she realized what she had said, but by then I was already laughing.

"Well gee, thanks for the compliment I guess."

Granger was laughing too."I'm sorry, I just can't see myself with that,"she said nodding across the Great Hall towards Malfoy, and smiling at me. "He just gets under my skin too easily, and he is always such an arse about everything."

"Well I can understand completely when it comes to Malfoy. "

She smiled again, and took her books from me, "So when is our next meeting for potions, and we need to decide when we are going to work on our Ancient Runes."

"Oh well umm, I think our next potions thing is later this week, and we can work on Ancient Runes when we are done with that. Two birds with one stone?"

She nodded, "Sounds good, well …thank you for carrying my books, I'll see you later?"

"Yeah." She turned and started to walk towards her table, "Wait, Hermione?"

She turned back, her curls flipping over her shoulder, "Hmm?"

"I was wondering, would you like to get together sometime, and not work on a project. Say go to Hogsmeade with me next weekend?" God I hope I did this right…

Her eyes widened a little, but she smiled and said yes before turning and leaving me to walk to the Ravenclaw table and the questioning looks of my friends.

I dressed warmly for Hermione and I's trip to Hogsmeade, in some dress robes and my black cloak. I was trying to impress her, but not overwhelm her into liking me, so I didn't splash cologne all over myself or do something crazy with my hair.

When I met her in the Great Hall, I noticed Weasley and Potter eyeing me with suspicious looks, and I almost second guessed my own plans. Weasley seemed more than a little upset, and Potter looked as though he still wasn't sure. But the smug smile that turned up the corners of Granger's mouth said that she had put the two in their place about who was in charge of what she was going to do with her life.

Playing the gentlemen, I took her to eat at the Three Broomsticks, so as to stay away from the awkward lover's atmosphere of the teashop down the road. We talked about Hogwarts and what we thought of classes, she asked me about Durmstrang and my friends there, and then we talked about our general likes and dislikes until our food was placed on the table by Madame Rosmerta.

At this point the conversation died down a little, but the silence was comfortable to the both of us. So we said nothing.

Halfway through the meal, I looked up to find her watching me eat. I looked away as was usually the proper response, but when I looked up again, she was still watching me.

"What?" I asked with a smile.

This time Granger averted her eyes and muttered a sorry, but I still didn't understand what she was staring at.

"No really, what?" I asked her again, I wanted to know what was so interesting.

"I have just never seen anyone eat so properly before, "she said, then she giggled and added," Ron always shoves his food in his mouth, and Harry, he's not a sloppy eater, but he likes to inhale the food."

"So I should be inhaling or shoving?"

She giggled again, "No. No, neither."

I made a face that looked like I had been let down, "Oh well ok then."

"What?" She questioned, her eyes were still lit up from laughing.

"I've just always loved to inhale my food, it's so much easier then chewing…"

"You must be joking." She was laughing again.

"No." I put on a serious expression, "I mean it, having food go through your nose without chewing would be so much easier." I held my serious face for a few moments longer, then cracked a smile.

Granger was laughing quite hysterically by this point, "That is so disgusting."

"Most definitely disgusting, I thought my father taught you better, Rosier." Draco and his posse of idiots surrounded the table.

"Your father didn't teach me anything, Malfoy, but it seems he brainwashed you quite well. What was Malfoy rule number one? Always interrupt when someone is speaking? Make an arse of yourself when everyone is looking? Or always be followed by idiots?"

Draco's face went pale, a clue that I had learned over my years at his mansion, that meant that he was riled.

"You wait until I tell my father what you are doing. Dating a mudblood," He spat the word at Granger as if he was trying to get a bad taste of his tongue. "He'll never let you back into our house."

I smiled wickedly at Draco, and raised my eyebrows. "Oh really Malfoy?" I stood, gaining a full four inches over the boy, and poked my wand into his chin, forcing him to look me in the eye. "Well if you ever say the word 'Mudblood' again in my presence or anyone else's, I will personally make sure you never have the ability to walk into Malfoy Manner. And that, I can promise."

The boy's eyes were wide, and he knew he had made a big mistake by thinking he could bully me when he was surrounded by his friends. Crabbe, Goyle, and Parkinson all stepped back when I turned my eyes to each of them, and none of them said anything as he jerked himself away from the tip of my wand.

I sat back down at the table, and watched as the four Slytherins stalked out of the Three Broomsticks in a hurry.

"Sorry, He shouldn't be allowed in public."

Granger nodded, her face was surprised. "You lived with the Malfoys?"

"Unfortunately." I sighed, the little shit was going to make this hard on me, thanks loads Draco. I would be sure to have a word with my own father about this, and we would put an end to this 'running to daddy' crap Draco was always pulling.

"But why? "

"Closest relatives to my own family, when my parents died, I was sent to stay at Malfoy Manner, I just finished off the year at Durmstrang and came here."

I could see the gears turning in Granger's head, thanks to the blonde git she was going to be weird on trusting me. Then it hit me, Shit.

Granger knew I had lived with the Malfoy's, and Potter knew that my mom had been killed by, well, my father.

I was screwed, I hadn't covered my ass like I was told. I should have never joined the D.A. Now what was I going to do?

"Your parents sent you to live with the Malfoy's?

Wait, an idea. Maybe if it wasn't my parents that sent me, I could make this work.

"No, the ministry did because my parents never left a will. The Malfoy's got control over my assets until I come of age, " I changed my body posture to make it seem as if I was upset about this fact. Come on Granger, pry.

She sat silent, and I prayed she would continue. At last she opened her mouth to speak, "How did they die?" Yes, perfect.

I studied her for a moment, "Voldemort."

Her eyes widened to the size of saucers, "They sent you to the Malfoy's knowing it was him who did that to your parents? How could they do that?" Her face was livid, and in a way it pleased me that she cared so much.

I shrugged my shoulders, "It was ministry policy, to put a child into the house of the closest living relative. Me and them, though, we don't see eye to eye." I nodded across the street towards Draco and his fat goonies. "I think the only reason they haven't kicked me out, is because they have my families money and the ministry would take it from them if they ever tried. So I'm pretty much immune to him and his father." Again I nodded towards Draco.

"I can't believe the ministry, they are always fouling things up! How could they be so stupid? Making you live there with those people?"

She was leaning across the table, her face mirroring her stark disbelief, and I decided to make a gamble. I needed to get Granger in my grasp quick. I leaned across the table and kissed her.

Her whole body stiffened, and I jerked away quickly. She was staring at me with wide eyes.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done that. I just-"I started to say, but before I could finish she hurriedly leaned in and kissed me back.

Perfect.

Our lips connected chastely for only a few moments before she surprised me by deepening the kiss on her own. Our tongues met, and I tasted butterbeer.

I felt her hand on my face as she kissed, and when we pulled away her eyes were still closed and her lips persed as if she was trying to contain the memory of it.

Her brown eyes sparkled when she opened her eyes, leaning back into her chair. And all she said was, "Don't be sorry."

A/N: Ok, I hope you guys are happy, because I have worked hard to churn out this chapter. Although, I am a little afraid that I am dialoging to much and leaving out detail, but I am pretty sure that following who is talking is not a problem at all.

I also hope that when you are reading this you all realize that, Legion is still Voldemort's son and that he is still on a mission, so don't hate him too much for his seducing Hermione….

So thanks for the reviews, and please keep them coming.