A/N: Sorry about the long wait, in between moving houses and the birth of my niece I haven't had much time to upload this chapter. It seems as if my beta is no more so sorry about any mistakes. Reviews help my muse greatly.
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Chapter Eight - A Painted Picture

The look of shock evident on Hermione's face. "How long have you been there for?"

"Not long at all, I came looking for you when you didn't show up at the house when the storm arrived, your father said you where down here I was just making sure your all right."

"Oh, well thank you."

"Granger, you still haven't answered my question. Who is it you love?"

"Why do you care Malfoy? Why is it any of your bussiness who I may or may not have feelings for?"

"I don't care I'm just curious on who has the 'bookworms' knickers in a twist."

"Haven't you ever hear that curiousity killed the cat?"

"I always thougt it was the Hippogriff. Dang I must be wrong." He replies with a lopsided grin.

"What has gotten into you these past weeks, your not the Malfoy I know and dislike. Are you sure you haven't been oblivated?"

"I haven't and I would say can't a bloke be nice to someone like you once in a while?"

The way Hermiones' face turned red, Draco knew he said the wrong thing. "HOW DARE YOU! WHAT IS THAT SUPOSE TO MEAN? HUH? SOMEONE LIKE ME. Fuck you Malfoy." She spat out venomously.

Holding his hands out in defence, "It doesn't mean anything Hermione, I'm just saying that I should of been a lot nicer to you at school. It shouldn't of had to come to this to realise that I was wrong. Your a beautiful and an intellegant woman, why wouldn't I be nicer to you?"

Confused at why he had called her 'Hermione' instead of 'Granger' she nearly didn't hear the rest of what he said. "Wait you think I'm beautiful?"

"Really Hermione is that all you got out of that? Is that I called you beautiful?"

Waiting for a reply, he kept looking directly at her; a small nod was all the reply he got. "I know I've been a real jerk to you and I know I can't fix it but please let me try okay?"

Hermione just nodded again and was shocked when Draco picked her hands up and held them while he said, "Please give me a chance to right my wrongs and show you the man I have become. I promise you wont be disapointed."

Looking up at him under her eye lashes and with a with a faint blush developing on her cheeks; a small whispered answer of "Okay" sang like a thousand angles sing and making Dracos' heart affluter. Leaning over he presses his lips on hers and nearly dies from the sheer softness of them. Moving back he basks in the ruby red blush staining her cheeks and tells her; "Your parents said that dinner is cooked." Slowly dropping her warm hands he takes a couple steps back and closes his hands again at the lingerling warmth of her small hands and leads the way back to the house.