After Hermione stormed out, Draco slammed his fist against the wall, "Idiot!" He yelled at himself. "Now you've gone and ruined any chance you had with her. Great, just freaking great. Now what are you going to do?" He started pacing back and forth throughout the room. The clock on his wall signaled six am. Draco ran his fingers through his still damp blond hair. "How are you ever going to make this up to her?

A knock on the door stopped him. "Crabbe, Goyle, I thought I told you never to knock on my door before noon." He walked to the door, "You better get your ass away from this door before I open it or I'll curse your ass into next week." Draco opened the door to see a startled Hermione standing in front of him. "Umm... Sorry, I thought it was Crabbe or Goyle… What do you want?" They stood in his doorway for quite some time. Draco was looking Hermione over. Her robes were still messy from the way she was sleeping, her jacket thrown carelessly over her shoulder. Her long curly brown hair was tousled, and her eyes were very red and puffy. She'd been crying, a lot.

"I... I uh left my jacket in your room." Hermione stuttered, glancing at the floor. She could tell that Draco was checking her out, and she didn't entirely know what to do or think about it. The jacket was clearly a lie, as Draco could see it hanging over her shoulder. The jacket had been the first thing that Hermione had said, and she didn't think it through. He face grew red and she bit her lip, silently yelling at herself for making her look so stupid. Hermione looked up, into Dracos' eyes and it took all the restraint that Draco had not to kiss her then and there.

Draco suddenly burst out laughing. "Sure come on in sweet heart, I'll go get it for you." 'You've lost your mind now Draco' He was still laughing as he turned to look for her "missing" jacket. 'Why would she create a lie just to come back here?' Draco wondered to himself as he searched. He came to the conclusion that it was all either a joke, or a dream. After ten minutes of looking and finding nothing, (Draco had wanted to stall to make himself completely sure that she wasn't going to walk out) Draco left the bedroom to find Hermione.

She was staring at the photos of Draco when he was younger that were hanging on the wall in the kitchen when he walked in. She didn't look up when he walked into the room, she was obviously thinking hard about something. Draco bit his lip, trying hard not to tell her leave again. He wasn't used to people looking at his things, or being anywhere near them for that matter. Having nothing else to do, Draco looked at the photos as well, remembering how each one happened. There was only one photo on his wall that had his Father in it, and it was only because his Father had visited and had scolded and beat Draco until there was a picture of him on the wall. Draco winced, remembering how hard his father's fists had connected to his side, face and stomach.

Attempting to stop the memory, Draco glanced at Hermione, who was still staring at the pictures as if her life depended on it. Draco thought of the Yule Ball back in fourth year. He had been standing at the bottom of the stairs waiting for Pansy Parkinson to come out from one of the storage closets, she had said it would be more "romantic" for her to descend the staircase. While he was waiting, a girl with long brown hair put up so beautifully that it fell perfectly around the outline of her face. She was wearing the most beautiful dress he had ever seen, a pink ball gown that fit her perfectly. Everyone was staring at her, even the girls, who were envious of her. Draco had stared at her until Pansy Parkinson dragged him away, angry that he had totally forgotten about her. Hermione had never made Draco think that she was beautiful until then, and now, he couldn't help but look at every little thing about her and fall deeper into the depths of unreciprocated love.

When Draco let the memory slide away from him, he realized that Hermione was now staring at him, a questioning look on her face. "I couldn't find your jacket." He said, breaking the awkward silence that had surrounded them, still staring at her.

Hermione sighed. "Oh, its ok, I must have…" She let her voice trail away. Something new had gotten to her. His stare was menacing, and was beginning to put her on edge. "What are you staring at?" She asked him, focusing completely on returning his stare.

Draco blushed; he hadn't expected her to ask him that. He swallowed his fears and took her hand in his. When she gasped, but didn't attempt to pull away, Draco put his other hand below hers, holding it like it was a glass cup that would break if he didn't hold on to it carefully. He kept his gaze completely on her, and watched as she tried to figure out what he was going to do. Of course she didn't know Draco Malfoy has a soft side. He rarely showed it. The only other person that got to see his soft side was his mother.

Draco stood there for a minute, trying to collect in his mind an answer that would be good enough to explain why he was holding her hand. His mind clicked and he came up with a perfect answer, one that he hoped would make up for his actions earlier today as well. "I'm staring at the love of my life." He said, his voice just above a whisper, so only she could hear it.

Hermione's eyes widened in shock and in amazement. Every nerve in her body screamed at her to say something back, something that meant the same thing, but she couldn't. She opened her mouth to say something, but nothing came out. She was stunned speechless by Draco Malfoy, Slytherin bad boy, who was finally letting someone in.

Draco looked at her, fear racing through his mind. "I don't expect you to feel the same way Hermione, I just felt like I should tell you, it's a lot easier than hiding my feelings. You're the only person that I've ever felt this way about, and I don't even care that you don't return the feeling or that youre a mu—muggleborn. I know you and Ron are together, but I also know that you don't trust Ron as much anymore, and I guess I just figured that by the way you willingly came back, to have me search for a jacket that is still hanging on your shoulder, that maybe you felt the same way… But I know I was wrong now, and I promise I'll try not to bother you with my feelings or with snide remarks ever again and I know-" Draco was interrupted when Hermione's lips brushed up against his.

Authors note: This is my first ever dramione fic,I've had the idea for a while, and i hope you enjoy it. Reveiws = love :)