AN: hey this has been a really quick update I just want to get it out there! Hope you like it, in each chapter their relationship intensifies

Chapter 2: Confrontation, confusion, passion -Secret Feelings

Hermione woke with a start early in the morning. Checking her watch by the moonlight, the time was 3:23 am. The events of last night came flooding back to her and made her grimace, which turned into a blush when she remembered what she had fallen asleep thinking about. Well I doubt I'm going to get back to sleep she thought. Maybe she would go and get something to eat in the kitchen, and then see how she felt. At the moment she felt like shed been punched in the stomach, though that was probably shame. Nothing a piece of warm jam on toast can't fix she mused, and fumbled her way out the door and down the stairs

Moving more confidently she walked lightly into the kitchen and went straight to the bread box. She sensed a presence, so she turned slowly around. There! At the end of the long table, hidden in the shadows so she could not make out who or what it was. Her body tensed, the shadow moved silently, its back was turned. An intruder! It could only be a dark wizard to get in here…don't panic Hermione! She inched slowly to a wand someone had luckily left lying on the bench. She extended her hand, noiselessly grasped the wand, pointed it toward the shadow and desperately thought the spell she wished to cast.

Cords flew out of the wand tip, catching the shadow person by surprise. Hermione heard a male grunt just before the cords knocked him down and snaked around his wrists, ankles and mouth.

"Lumos!" Her voice was high and strained. She crept forward cautiously to peer over the table at her captive it couldn't be Voldemort himself, surely not... her mind was quickly jumping to conclusions, as minds often do in perilous situations. Fearfully she looked down to see...Draco Malfoy staring back at her. An involuntary gasp escaped her. Seeing the overturned glass of firewhiskey she pieced it together…

"oh goodness what have I done?" she cried, and without hesitation rushed down to his side.

"oh-oh-I-oh-I'm so sorry! Oh goodness! ...Oh! I don't know the counter curse! Oh no..' she was frazzled by the situation, and begun untying the binding that held him. Finally she was done, and stood back with her face reddening, only just aware of how close she had just been with Draco. He stood up rubbing his wrists, the sat back on the table watching her.

"Draco I'm really sorry! I-I just jumped to a conclusion and-oh I really am sorry" she eyed him earnestly, suddenly desperate for forgiveness. He was wearing just a tight white t-shirt and black cotton boxers. She couldn't help but notice that she was right, she certainly had quite a bit of muscle to him.

"Mm" Draco stared, unnerving her, then did something completely unexpected. He smiled.

"That's ok. I jumped to conclusions too. I thought that they had found-so why are you here anyway? Can I have my wand?"

"Oh er yes" she handed him his wand "I couldn't sleep… you?" she had noticed the abrupt change of topic, but wasn't going to press.

"Same couldn't sleep…nightmares" he added hesitantly, then instantly looked as though he wanted to take it back Draco felt a strange feeling coming over him. Like a bond between him and this girl he always used to despise. He shifted up the table a little closer to where she stood.

For nearly a whole minute each stared at the other. Draco admired the new, adult Hermione, who looked suddenly so perfectly proportioned, feminine, sweet in her flannel pyjama pants and singlet top. Hermione on the other hand was taking in more of the grown up Draco she had seen that previous afternoon. Tall, pale, muscled, angular. Very handsome, but it seemed to her, partially dead. The she started noticing things she hadn't seen before. The hand closest to her was littered with long scars, a few extra on his arms. There was another, shorter and thicker at the bottom of the right side of his jaw. Everywhere she looked, there were faint scars to be seen. He even looks too thin she thought.

Looking back up, she met his eyes. Deep, grey expressive gazed into her big hazel ones. After a few seconds, he leant forward so his face was just inches away from hers. It wasn't imposing, as it once would have been. She smiled slightly, and he smiled back.

He covered the remaining distance and brought his lip to hers, barely touching, but passion burned in his eyes. Hermione saw, and acting purely on instinct returned the kiss.

She wrapped her hands around his back, and he slipped one hand round her waist and the other to the back of her head, drawing her in.

The kiss grew more passionate as they sat back on the table. Draco ran his hands over her back, and she combed her fingers through his hair. She then found his hands, and felt the scars.

Draco withdrew suddenly.

"I…sorry" he mumbled, and stalked towards the door

"No! Comeback please!" Hermione cried.

Draco turned to look at her.

"I shouldn't have done that. I'm sorry. My fault. No problem." He stated clearly and unemotionally

"oh come on! It was my fault too. And since when is it anyone's fault? Maybe it just happened, maybe it was right!" Hermione was raising her voice. It had felt right, and now he was blaming himself.

He reluctantly came and sat back down. He felt terrible for enticing someone as pure and good as Hermione. He didn't deserve her.

"Listen, where did you get those scars?" she asked pointing at his hand.

Draco was suddenly alert. "Nowhere. Don't ask. Please? I'm going to bed" He sped off before she could speak.

What is with us? There's obviously something there, am I actually falling in love with Draco Malfoy arch nemesis? I just wish he would tell me what changed him. It must have been something horrible. Hermione's thoughts carried her all the way to her bed where she collapsed and fell immediately asleep

Draco lay tossing and turning upstairs.

The cloaked figure hurried to keep up with two taller people, teachers, as they lead him from the grounds of Hogwarts to an awaiting escort, to take him to someplace safe…………

Nighttime again, angry men are streaming into the room. Dragging him roughly from his bed, silencing him and taking him away to meet the dark lord…

AN: Please please please review! You would make me so happy! Seriously, especially if you are an author and you also write stories like this that I might enjoy. Thank you so much! Mwa!