Hello everyone! I was so happy to see all of the favorites and fans. Thank you very much! I'm glad people are intrigued by this rare pairing. Special thank you to LooneyLuna15 for letting me know about the formatting issue! Here is chapter 2. Hope I don't disappoint.

Disclaimer: JK Rowling owns everything….doesn't stop me from wishing I did

Chapter 2

(Friday October 1st)

The first month of school went by and Greg hated classes more than ever. Vince wasn't here to make fun of the professors with him. Millie wasn't here to talk to. Greg had received yet another owl from his mother. She encouraged him to do well in class. Greg was going to need a good job, so he was going to need to nail his NEWT's. Greg had gotten an Acceptable in all of his OWLs. Although his father's passing made Greg and his mother relieved, it left Greg to take care of her. They weren't destitute, but they weren't the Malfoys. They couldn't afford to take a bunch of losses and still have enough to live lavishly.

Greg looked over at the Gryffindor table, finding the head girl, talking with a couple others, her soft curls bouncing when she would move or laugh. After their encounter that first night, Greg was still thinking about Granger. Draco said she was accepting of his relationship with Blaise, Greg thought. Granger was being genuinely nice that night. Granger was smart, too. Would she be willing to tutor him? Greg looked up when he heard Granger's name mentioned to the left of him.

"And Malfoy shares a dorm with Granger. What a fucking waste!" Anton Harper said to Theo Nott under his breath. "It's not fair. Gryffindor Bitch looks sexier than ever, even if she is muggleborn." Harper shook his head before he started talking about Slytherin dominating the Quidditch Pitch this year, claiming the She-Weasel better watch out. Greg noticed Theo roll his eyes before leaving.

Greg narrowed his eyes. Granger's not a bitch. Anton Harper is proof that some things never change. Since Draco had become rather "saintly" (as Harper put it), Harper had taken up residence as the new Slytherin bad boy. It was annoying. McGonagall can press house unity all she wants, but there's always going to be one resisting asshole, Greg thought.

….

Hermione had been enjoying the first month of classes. It was nice to be back to a familiar routine. Draco was still arrogant at times and a little annoying, but he wasn't cruel anymore. They had been starting to form a tentative friendship. Draco was also more relaxed and pleasant with Blaise around so naturally Hermione was happy to have Blaise to hang around the dorms more. She could see how they fit as a couple. Blaise was laid back and quiet (at least until you got to know him) while Draco was high strung and forward with people. They balanced each other out.

Hermione loved being Head Girl. From the moment Hermione heard about the position, it became her dream. It would be the crowning achievement of her Hogwarts Years. She loved running the meetings with Draco and working closely with McGonagall. Draco proved to be a good Head Boy. He wasn't as strict as he should be, but Draco had been doing an admirable job. Together, they presented a "United Front," just as McGonagall wanted. They still bickered and argued, of course. However, they always showed respect for each other and respect for each other's houses.

Hermione shook her head as she walked to the library to get some work done. Tomorrow was a Gryffindor Quidditch Scrimmage. Hermione had promised Ginny; she'd watch and give her honest feedback on her coaching abilities. Hermione didn't think the feisty redhead would have any trouble, but Ginny was still nervous.

Madame Pince smiled warmly and greeted Hermione, happy to have the young girl back. No one appreciated the library like Hermione Granger. The emptiness and silence of the library was nice. Other people liked to procrastinate until Sunday night, but not Hermione. Walking back to her favorite table, Hermione got to work.

…

It was Friday night and Greg wanted to be anywhere but the Library. However, his first few assignments hadn't gone so well. He wasn't failing because the professors could see he was trying, or maybe they just felt sorry for him. On the Friday nights of years prior, Vince and Greg were usually mocking the professor, or picking fights with other students, or hanging out (and pigging out) in the common room. Eventually Greg and Millie would seek each other out. He liked Millie better than the other girls because she was larger, curvier. It was a turn off to a lot of guys, but to Greg, it meant he didn't have to worry about crushing her. When Pansy was beneath him, Greg was always afraid he'd crush her. He'd make love to her slowly until she flipped them over and rode him into oblivion. With Millie, Greg wasn't afraid of breaking her. Millie always wanted it a bit rougher and faster. Without the fear of breaking her, Greg was willing to comply.

Greg scratched his head looking at his transfiguration homework while adjusting his trousers. He heard some shuffling a few rows over and looked to see Granger. Standing on her tip toes, her long, soft chestnut curls, swaying as she tried to reach a book on the top shelf. Walking over, Greg easily grabbed the book down from the top shelf and handed it to her. Their hands touching for the briefest moment.

"Thank you, Goy…Gregory," Hermione looked up at him, smiling. Greg felt his stomach do a flip flop.

"Greg, you can call me Greg," He replied softly. It was the first time Hermione could recall him speaking. Of course, they never ran in the same circles before. His voice was deep and kind of sexy.

"Greg," Hermione said. "Thanks again." She turned to walk away, the light scent of vanilla floating around him. It made Greg think of vanilla sugar cookies.

"Wait," Greg said, and she turned. "Can you help me with the transfiguration homework?"

"Of course," Hermione said. "Let me just go get my bag." Hermione realized, walking over to get her bag, she should have just used her wand to get the book. Sometimes it was she couldn't help but do things the muggle way. Hermione was surprised Greg was in the Library at all. Hermione would be lying if she said that she hadn't thought about Greg before now. Hermione was worried about him, wondering if he was still so sad or how he was handling the pressure of managing the Goyle household on his shoulders.

…..

Greg stared down the row, waiting for her return. When she did, Hermione helped him understand the transfiguration homework. She explained everything quite clearly but didn't mind re-explaining if he didn't understand. Hermione never became frustrated helping him either, which was a surprise to Greg. However, for Hermione, Greg reminded her of Neville, how he would stumble, but eventually grasp the information.

Hermione was sitting so close to him, explaining everything so patiently. Greg concluded that she was truly a kindhearted person. Hermione wasn't fake. She wasn't being insincere when offering her condolences.

Greg also noticed how Hermione's hair wasn't bushy anymore but fell down her back in soft curls. Whenever she would turn her head, he could smell coconut which made him think of Coconut Cream Pie. When combined with her vanilla perfume, the scent was intoxicating. Hermione's eyes were large and beautiful. Brown with flecks of gold in the iris. Greg noticed that Hermione was a natural beauty, she didn't need make up or glamour charms. She wasn't terribly short either, about 5'7". Her tie was removed, and a few buttons were undone. Greg couldn't help but notice the hint of cleavage exposed when she bent over to grab her books and quills.

When Hermione was almost finished packing up, Greg asked, "Would you mind tutoring me on transfiguration and a few other subjects?"

"Of course," she smiled softly, lifting her bag to her shoulder.

"You're an angel," Greg hadn't planned to say it, it slipped out. He noticed Hermione blush, but it was true. Hermione was different from anyone he'd ever met. She started to walk away, when Greg offered to walk her back to the head's dormitory.

"Okay," Hermione said, and waited for him to pack his things.

…..

Hermione admitted to herself that she felt a bit nervous when Goyle or Greg offered to walk her back to the dorms. Greg was a former adversary after all. He didn't seem to harbor any ill-will towards her, but still she questioned, why he would want to walk her back to the dorms. She kept a finger on her wand just in case.

They softly chatted on the walk to the head common rooms. Greg told her about his mum and wanting to do well so he could get a decent job. Hermione thought this was very admirable. Hermione told him about how she promised to watch the Gryffindor Scrimmage tomorrow. Greg couldn't believe she didn't like Quidditch since she was usually at every game.

"I just think it's boring," Hermione giggled at Greg's stunned expression. "But friends always drag me there."

"I'm sure it wouldn't seem boring if you were up there flying," Greg replied.

"I don't fly," Hermione said seriously. "I could never get it right and besides I'm terrified of heights."

"Wow. I never expected…" Greg cut off and Hermione gave him a curious look. "You're just so smart, so good at everything," he finished.

Hermione blushed, "Not everything."

By the time they reached the Heads Portrait, the pair had established that they'd meet Tuesday and Thursday nights for tutoring sessions. They said goodnight and Greg walked off towards the dungeons, not feeling as depressed as before.

….

Hermione froze on her way into the Heads common room. Draco and Blaise were snogging, but thankfully they were fully clothed.

"Get a room!" She shouted while giggling at the snogging pair.

"Don't be such a prude," Draco replied.

"Sorry, Granger," Blaise smiled sheepishly, before putting a little space between himself and Draco. Blaise noticed the small smile and blush on Hermione's face as she began to walk towards her room. Hermione began humming some little tune.

"How was the library?" Blaise asked. The raven-haired wizard noticed Hermione looked a little too happy, especially for someone just coming back from a next to empty library.

"It was good. I helped your friend, Greg, with his homework," Hermione said, noticing the shocked looks on both Draco and Blaise's faces.

"What?" she asked sitting down in the armchair.

"I've just never known him to open a book," Draco snorted.

"Hush," Blaise swatted Draco's shoulder playfully. "That's not nice. Some people have to work for a living."

Draco rolled his eyes. Hermione looked at them, waiting for an explanation.

"Mother is good friends with the widow Goyle," Blaise explained. "With Goyle Senior's death and much of their fortune depleted, Greg is going to have to get a good job. Mrs. Goyle has never worked which is usual of a pureblood wife. Apparently, Mrs. Goyle has an issue with her spending habits."

Hermione was taken aback. Greg was telling the truth. It was sweet that he cared about his mother so much.

"Well, lack of money is not deterring Pansy at all," Draco scoffed, and Blaise huffed.

"You know he loved Millie," Blaise replied. "Pansy's just trying to get over you." Now it was Draco's turn to huff.

Hermione was taking in all that they said. Millie and Greg? Did he mean Millicent Bullstrode? Hermione's heart clenched on remembering Millicent's death. Poor Greg. He lost his best friend and his girlfriend. But what did Pansy have to do with it?

Blaise noticed Hermione's strange expression, taking all this piece by piece information in. It was the same look Hermione wore when she was translating Ancient Runes. She must have not realized the inner workings of Slytherin House. Why would Hermione care though? Blaise questioned. Was something developing between Gryffindor Princess and the Slytherin Brute? Blaise then asked himself how much he should reveal about the Pansy situation as well as with the other girls. If anyone else were to explain to Hermione, she might misunderstand.

Draco started to tug on Blaise's hand, hinting that he wanted to finish the snog in the bedroom. Blaise smiled, more than ready to continue. He would wait to tell Hermione everything when Draco was not around. If there's one thing Blaise knew, it's that Draco had a big mouth.

Hermione saw Draco and Blaise walk hurriedly towards Draco's or should she say, their, bedroom. Considering Blaise stayed here more often than in the Dungeons. Hermione got up to walk to her room again, wondering Were Pansy and Greg together? Hermione had seen Pansy around, but Pansy was uncharacteristically quiet. Hermione sighed to herself, the war has changed us all.

…

Hermione had brought her book to the Scrimmage, sitting high in the Gryffindor section. However, there was no use for her book since Luna Lovegood had decided to tag along. Before long, Lavender had showed up. There was no animosity between Hermione and Lavender anymore. Lavender was now calmer, less boy crazy, and had stopped calling Ron, "Won-won." More importantly, she made Ron happy. Hermione was happy for them. They were a good match. Pretty soon, Pavarti and Padma had come up watching the Scrimmage. Padma insisted that Ravenclaw had a good team and Pavarti ignored her.

"Can you believe that the wall is still there?" Pavarti asked the group.

"I know!" Lavender said, shocked. "They tore the whole fucking school apart, but that wall still stands."

"What wall?" Hermione asked puzzled and the other girls began to giggle. All except for Luna of course.

"The wall in the fifth floor girl's bathroom," Luna replied, in her dreamy yet very matter of fact tone. "It has details as to how all of the boys in the school are in bed."

"What?" Hermione practically shouted. This only made Lavender, Padma, and Parvarti giggle more.

"It's a secret though," Padma said, lifting a finger to her lips.

"Seriously, though, Hermione," Lavender said. "I can't believe you didn't know."

"Girls have added more details too!" Pavarti said. "When we throw a party, we'll pick the boys with just the right skills to invite."

Padma and Pavarti began to giggle, and Lavender looked at Hermione, shaking her head and rolling her eyes. One thing Hermione liked and respected about Lavender was that she was faithful to Ron. Hermione wanted to see this wall for herself. She was intensely curious. Hermione also felt a bit embarrassed that she seemed to be the only one who didn't know about this wall.

Of course, unlike the others, Hermione didn't really date much. At the Yule Ball, Viktor never pressed her for intimacy. She had snogged with Ron. When Hermione snogged with Ron, she felt nothing. It mostly just felt wrong, like she was fooling around with a cousin. Luckily, Ron felt the same way. In all honesty, Hermione had never felt a strong attraction to anyone. Only schoolgirl crushes, like Gilderoy Lockhart, Remus Lupin, and Ron. Hermione didn't see the point of sleeping with someone if she wasn't attracted to them.

Hermione was always committed to her studies, figuring there would be time for boys later. Then she became committed to helping Harry win the war. Now, she's committed to be the best Head Girl she could be and excelling at her NEWTs, but a part of her felt like something was missing.

Until now, Hermione had spent most of her school career studying and managing to keep Harry and Ron from killing themselves or each other. Now that the war was over and Harry and Ron weren't here, she felt a bit empty. They had achieved so much, and it was natural to feel a sense of loss. There was a longing for the next great adventure to show up.

Soon after the scrimmage was over, and Hermione went to meet Ginny outside the girl's locker room. Ginny looked at brunette friend, eagerly.

"So?" Ginny asked.

"You were brilliant, Gin," Hermione said, listening to Ginny squeal with happiness.

"Seriously," Hermione continued. "You keep them all in line!"

"Thanks," Ginny smiled. "Sometimes I think I sound a bit like my mum when I'm ordering them about." Ginny and Hermione giggled. Hermione didn't want to say it, but her friend was right.

They walked on towards the Great Hall for lunch, then to the Gryffindor common room. Hermione thought about asking about the wall in the fifth floor girls bathroom, but figured Ginny knew about it already. Ginny had more of a sexual appetite than Hermione thought capable in a person.

…..

On Monday night, Draco lazily walked into the dungeons. Blaise was not far behind. Their relationship was quite new to some people, so the couple felt a bit wary. The Slytherin Common Room still looked the same. People were sectioned off in clumps. Pansy Parkinson, Daphne and Astoria Greengrass, and couple other Slytherin girls were chatting in the corner.

Pansy looked up when Draco walked in, but then quickly stood, walking out of the room. Pansy Parkinson had always prided herself for being a mean girl, a bitch, but heartbreak changes a girl. Pansy was quieter now and sad. Logically, she knew it wasn't Draco's fault. He had been born that way. Still, it stung and blaming Draco made her feel better.

Several new faces were scattered around the room, but Draco and Blaise sought out their old friends: Theo and Greg.

"Well, look here. The Slytherin King and his Queen have come to grace us peasants with their presence," Theo laughed, standing up and pretending to bow, before laughing. "What did we do have earned this great honor?"

"Knock it off, Theo," Draco smirked. However, Blaise enjoyed the attention and curtsied in reply. It had been common knowledge that Blaise was gay, at least among the Slytherins, long before Draco came out.

"Hey Greg," Draco said to his old friend. "Fancy a game of chess?" Draco wanted to make sure his friend was okay. Greg and Vince had always been by his side, being the muscle to Draco's big, threatening mouth. However, Draco knew that without Vince, Greg was depressed. Greg nodded and the group went back into Blaise's mostly unused private room. Blaise began talking with Theo. The atmosphere was very easy.

Greg began moving the chess pieces about. Draco was always better at this than him. Maybe Hermione could tutor him on chess as well. Was she good at chess? Greg thought, then laughed at himself. She was good at everything, except flying. Greg was pulled from his thoughts when Draco started talking about the upcoming Scrimmage.

"We've put together a great team," Draco smiled as his king swung at Greg's pawn. "McGonagall can preach all she wants about House Unity, but on the Quidditch field..." Draco shook his head. "it's over!"

Everyone began laughing.

"Don't let McGonagall hear you say that," Theo pointed his finger, smiling. "She'll cancel Quidditch."

Draco, Blaise, and Greg audibly gasped.

"Don't even joke about, mate," Greg said smiling. Blaise paused for a moment, watching Greg.

"I can't wait for the scrimmage. Hermione and I will be in the fan girl section," Blaise laughed, but noticed how Greg perked up out of the corner of his eye.

"Granger is seriously coming?" Draco said disbelievingly.

"Don't be so shocked. She went to watch the Gryffindor scrimmage," Blaise teased. "I told her that because of House Unity, it was only fair that she came to the Slytherin scrimmage as well."

"Is she still with the Weasel?" Theo asked, absentmindedly, knowing that Blaise knew all the gossip.

"How did Granger become the focus of the conversation?" Draco asked rather curiously. Greg was listening carefully, willing the subject not to change.

"No. He's with Lavender Brown…again," Blaise replied. "Hermione mentioned that dating the Weasel was like dating her brother."

Theo looked surprised. Draco looked quite bored with the subject; Blaise noticed the small smile that fell across Greg's face. Hermione was always too good for the Weasel anyway, Greg thought, smilingly to himself. Thank Merlin for Blaise.

"So, she's single?" Theo asked, with a bit of hope in his voice. Greg clenched his jaw which didn't go unnoticed by Blaise.

"What's it to you?" Blaise winked as Theo gave him an annoyed look. "Well, she never brings any men back to her bedroom, if that's what you're asking, so yes, I suppose she is." Blaise watched as a look of interest appeared on Theo and Greg's faces. Theo was looking like he was ready to find Hermione and begin wooing her. Blaise wanted to discourage Theo because he only loved the challenge, the chase. Once he'd fucked the girl, it was fun for him anymore. Theo was not one for a relationship and Hermione wouldn't like that.

"But," Blaise began with a teasing smile. "Maybe she'll start bringing you back, Greg. I hear Hermione's going to tutor you." Blaise smiled as he saw Greg blushed.

"So, I've got some competition, huh?" Theo laughed, punching Greg playfully in the arm. Theo didn't see Greg as a serious threat. Theo always made a mistake in thinking of himself as god's gift to women.

"No," Greg shook his head, stammering a bit. "I just need to pass the Newts with flying colors. That's all"

"Maybe you should all go and gossip with the other schoolgirls," Draco said, looking bored with the topic of conversation.

"Hey, we're not all pitching for the same team," Theo joked, and Draco rolled his eyes.

"Well, I've got to go," Draco said standing up, giving Blaise a quick kiss on the cheek. "Unlike you," Draco looked Theo directly in the eye. "I've got a hot date with Granger, patrolling the halls." Draco smirked.

"Lucky Bastard," Theo muttered. "Hey Greg, can I join in on your tutoring session?" Theo asked smiling.

"No," Greg said roughly and walked out of the room.

"What's his problem?" Theo asked, hearing Greg slam the door.

"Don't know. Come on. Let's play." Blaise shrugged, throwing a chess piece at Theo. Blaise smiled, secure in the knowledge that Theo was not the only one with a crush on Hermione.

…..

Greg laid in bed that night, anxious about meeting with Hermione. Tomorrow they would work on Arithmancy. Greg smiled softly at the thought of being in her presence, being so close to her. Greg was angry that Theo was asking about Hermione, a tad jealous as well. Theo was always confident when it came to girls. Millie was the only girl that ever really wanted Greg. She wasn't looking for Draco or information about his whereabouts. Two years of girls only talking to him to find Draco, made him insecure. The fact that Theo doesn't see Greg as real competition doesn't help either.

Greg began to think about Hermione again. She was beautiful, but she also had a brain. A rare quality found in the girls anywhere it seemed. She was petite yet curvy, a very womanly figure. Not stick thin, but not fat. Hermione had slipped into Greg's fantasies more than once over the course of his time at Hogwarts. Of course, everyone at school, had some sort of fantasy about her, Greg was sure. A lot of boys, including Theo, gawked at her, but Hermione never seemed to show interest in return. What would it take for Hermione to take interest in him? Greg thought. Shaking his head slightly, Yeah right.