A/N: I do not own any of the Harry Potter characters, but if I did….they'd have a very good time. Hah, I'm joking. Now, on to the story!

For this story I will assume that you people would have either read one or two Harry Potter books, seen the a movie or know some general information about Hermione and Draco (e.g like the hatred for each other).

By the way, it starts a little 'suicidalish', but that's just an introduction. The mood will change in the next chapter, don't worry. Please read.

Summary:
How was she suppose to know that she would fall in love with a boy like him?
"You didn't; That's why you should've been more careful," he said simply.

The feeling will always last. I just can't put you in the past...

Chapter One: Should've Been More Careful

Hermiones POV:

It didn't take long for me to notice.

Notice him; We were so young.

No one knew, but I had seen him in ways that no one else would ever seen him.

Vulnerable? Maybe a little. It started in the first year. I was in the library, and so was he. No one else was there. I guess that was because it was such a lovely October day outside. I guess the two of us were the only people who understood that there was going to be plenty of work coming from the teachers soon that would set them all off track. What better to do than read ahead? Yes… That's how I always was; A book worm. It's kind of funny now that I think about it.

:Flash Back:

He was sitting at a table in the far corner. It was dark, but bright enough for you to read. The corner was more like a square for it was surronded by two huge book shelves that acted like the other to walls to the small box-like area. The silence never broke as I sat only two tables away from him. I pulled my book bag up and then dropped it onto the table. I had about ten books there, a minimum amount for the Hermione Granger back then.

I looked over in his direction. I assume he could feel my eyes on him because he glanced quickly at me. We both read in awkward silence until I got shivers telling me that someone was watching me. I didn't bother to look at him because it was obvious the feeling was coming from the only other person in the room. I got up and slowly walked over to one of the two nearby bookshelves. I skimmed the sides of them with my fingers until I found the one I was looking for. I slowly slipped it out, but it turned out that the book was bigger and older then I had thought.

The weight pushed me back as I fell to the floor, followed by a cloud of dust that laughed at me. Wait a second, dust doesn't laugh. I looked behind me only to find the mysterious blond-headed boy laughing under his breath. When he saw me look at him, he gave me a smirk that would soon become famously known. Known to the world, a smirk to be feared and respected. To me, as the smirk that represented the boy I would grow to love.

"What are you laughing at?" I asked rather frustrated.

"A klumsy girl who can't even lift a book without hurting herself," he answered as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"Oh, and how was I suppose to know that the book was so big?"

"You didn't; That's why you should've been more careful."

I made a 'Hmph' sound before retreating back to my table. I still felt his eyes lingering on me. I turned to face him. I stated simply, "Do you mind? It's rude to stare."

"Why would you sit at another table, alone, when you could have the company of someone like me?" he asked, ignoring her words.

"Well… It's not like I know you. Why would I just randomly sit beside a stranger?"

"Maybe so that you could have one less stranger in the world."

"Are you saying that you would like my company as you read?" I asked strangely.

He replied with equal strangeness, "Anything can be lonely, even reading."

He sure did have a way with words. I slowly put my books back into my bag and brought them over to his table. We both read beside each other in silence. I sat across from him, and, when he seemed fully concentrated on the words that filled his book, I was given the chance to study him a little more.

His eyes were an extremely light blue which could be easily mistaken for a light grey. His hair was slicked back, and, although it wasn't the most appealing style, he could pull it off. She assumed he was the same age as her, only eleven at the time. Suddenly, his brow furrowed. It seemed that he didn't understand something he had just read, but I said nothing.

He then looked up at me, still staring at him. Darn, caught in the act. I went back to reading my book.

After about an hour, we both simultaneously started to pack our books back into our bags and headed for the door.

"Nice reading with you, we should do it again sometime," he said with that same smirk.

"That would be nice," I replied as we both went our separate directions.

:End Of Flash Back:

We never did meet again, or so I assumed. I couldn't remember the boys face after that incounter, as if I only remembered the faint image of what happened that day. I grew to think that it was only a dream, and that I had never really met that boy in the library.

I am now in my 7th year. I've been through a lot throughout the years with my two best friends, Ron and Harry. I love them both so dearly. I wouldn't give my memories with them away for anything. Although I wouldn't mind giving up the memories of dark times, times where I have been called mudblood by certain slytherins (a very certain one by the name of Draco Malfoy) and that one time I turned into a cat. That was horrible.

I am now in my Head Dormitory bathroom. Waiting to see a sudden flash of light before the end. I know, I sound like I'm rushing into things, but if only you knew…

And I am going to tell you why I, good-two-shoes, miss-know-it-all, bestfriend-of-the-boy-who-lived and the redheaded-boy-who-also-knew-him, teachers pet, Hermione Granger is now sitting in a glorious tub, waiting for death to slowly rush over my body.

A/N: Ok guys, that was a short chapter but that's why I'm posting chapter two up so quickly. Right now it sounds a little suicidal, gruesome, kill-me-nowish but it will change very quickly in the new chapter. And no, she's not this sad and gruesome all the way through. Trust me, it's more interesting than this. Please review!