Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, the amazing and most loveable ferret that is Draco Malfoy, or any of the other characters in this story. The plot & twisted since of humor are all mine!

Hermione Granger POV

How could this happen? It used to be so easy....... even when we were out in the wilderness with nothing, not knowing where to go…..that was easy compared to this… SHAME! Of course, then I had Harry and Ron.

"RON!"

Flash back

"Monie!" Relief colored his tone. But I couldn't really see in the darkness; I could only hear slightly. Some of the effects of the spell were just now wearing off. "Ronald?" I asked softly. Malfoy didn't bother to make us stop talking rather just kept chaining my ankle to the wall.

"Yeah, Mon! You okay?" he asked. "I have been captured….." I looked at Malfoy. "In such a coward's way." He just smirked and shrugged. "Where's Harry? I thought he went with you." Silence came from the other cell. "Ron?" Malfoy became a little too focused on the chains. Then, "did you tell her nothing?" "I was unconscious." I snapped. Silence again. Merlin, this was getting old. "Mort took him" came the answer finally.

Present

Three weeks was too short a time to be with the man that was my best friend. Ron was killed right after those three weeks were up. I sniffled again. And some one inhaled sharply. I stiffened. Who was it this time, I wondered. Yancy? Luscious? Moldywort himself? Because surly I was that important. The one mudblood, since Harry's mom, that defied him.

I peeked through my ratted and disgusting hair. Gray slate eyes met mine.

GREAT.

The Ferret.

I sighed as he shrugged of the wall. As he come over to me, I huddled closer to the moldy wall. He paused for what seemed like an eternity.

"Granger. There's no reason for you to hate me."

I saw the green flash over and over again. Like it was a movie that was playing over and over in my brain. And in a way it was.

I stayed silent and felt a 'breeze' touch my hair. I fought the urge to slap his hand away. He sighed heavily. Oh yeah, HE had such a hard life.

Over time I remember being so confused and comforted of him coming down to be with me over the next three and a half months. Like now some one had opened the door; I knew it was him. Today he was dressed to impress. Black velvet adorned his body. His clothes fit snuggly and the red accents seemed to outline each of his tight places. And his hair fell loose. By the look in his eyes he knew he looked good.

He looked at me with locked eyes. The ones his father looked at people with. All be it, not as cruel. He shook his hair until it feel over his eyes and then burned me from behind the blonde locks. I felt my breath hitch.

Malfoy stalked over to me, like a panther to its meal, and knelt in front of me. His handsome face taking a more determined look to it. Slowly he reached out and tilted my chin up. And ever so slowly he leaned in and brought his lips to mine.

I lost my breath for a second.

Draco Malfoy.

My best friends arch enemy…. a deatheater….a mudblood hater……

…..just……..

…...kissed……

………..me?