Hermione sighed as she stepped into transfiguration. After her encounter the previous evening her mind had been in a whirlwind. She took a seat near the front of the class and began pulling her books from her bag. She heard the wooden chair scrape across the floor as someone sat down next to her.

"Oh hi…" she trailed off "Oh" she was shocked to see the blond man sitting there smirking at her. She had expected to see Harry or Ron Of course he has to start trouble.

"Morning Granger." He said smirking

"Malfoy." She mumbled when she found her voice. She quickly turned to the front of the room.

"Oi, Malfoy sod off." Ron's voice came harsh and menacingly.

"Problem Weasly?" he ask nonchalantly as he leaned back in his chair and propped his feet up on his desk. Hermione turned to watch the scene; she couldn't help but notice his muscles rippling through his shirt. Damn it Hermione get a hold of yourself! She scolded trying to tear her eyes away.

"You're in my seat." Ron growled pulling her attention to him

"I don't see your name anywhere." Ron's face was becoming redder by the minuet.

"Malfoy!" Ron yelled pulling his wand and pointing it inches from Draco's nose.

"Mr. Weasly!" a voice called briskly, everyone turned to see the stern woman walking into the room. Ron quickly shoved his wand in his pocket

"Sorry professor." He muttered shuffling away.

"Five points from Gryffindor." McGonagall said as she made her way to the front of the class. "As I said in my speech I will not tolerate any hostility between my students. We have all been through far too much to continue to squabble." Then her eyes fell on Draco, "Mr. Malfoy you are not at home I suggest you remove you're your feet from your desk." Hermione giggled and he glared at her out of the corner of his eye. The rest of the lesson went by quietly as she continued to take notes. Thank Merlin this is the only class today. I don't think I could deal with Malfoy for much longer. God he smells so fucking good. What the hell is my problem! She took a deep breath and instantly regretted it, he smelled wonderful and she wanted nothing more than to move closer to him. Hermione you will stop this now! It's Draco bloody Malfoy. He called you a mudblood for the past 7 years! She knew that wasn't true. He had stopped using that term toward her a few years ago. She wasn't sure what sparked the change in him but since 5th year she had noticed that he acted differently towards her.

"Granger, hello earth to Granger" he whispered she suddenly jerked and turned her head to him. Her cheeks flushed and she quickly looked away. Sure he had not a clue that she had been thinking intently about him but he had noticed her lack of concentration which meant others had to. She looked at her professor hanging on to every word she said attempting not to start thinking about him again. When class was finally over she collected her books and left the room. Harry and Ron had searched for her in the Library and the common room before deciding she didn't want to be found and would come around when he was ready. However when she didn't come round at dinner they had begun to get worried. Draco was across the Great Hall the worried looks on Harry and Ron's faces were enough to tell him they hadn't seen her since class that morning before he could give it a second thought she walked through the doors. She was smiling whatever had been bothering her had disappeared as she sat down at the table her back to him. He shook his head trying to rid himself of any thoughts of Granger.

"Where have you been?" Ron asks looking at her sternly.

"I had to go somewhere quiet to study." She shrugged

"You weren't in the library." He said darkly

"No I wasn't."

"If you don't want to be around us why do you pretend to be our friend?"

"Ron!" Harry was the first to respond to this shocked by what his friend has just said.

"Excuse me?" she ask affronted

"Why don't you go find the ferret you looked comfortable enough sitting with him this morning."

"Ronald Weasly that is enough. I didn't choose to sit with him…"

"You didn't move either." He cut in, His eyes shown more hate than she had ever seen from him

"I am not going to sit here and listen to this bullshit, when you have come to your senses and are ready to apologize let me know." She quickly left the room hearing harry call after her but not caring enough to stop. Across the room Draco was watching the whole scene unfold. He wanted to go after her though he didn't know why. You are a Malfoy why in the hell are you worried if Grangers upset? He shook his head I don't owe her anything, I couldn't have done anything she told me that herself. The memories of the night filled his mind. Eventually he stood up and headed to the seventh floor. Blaize smirked from his place in the doorway to the dungeons. He was wondering how much longer Draco was going to try to deny his attraction to the girl. He hoped not long because that girl was beautiful and he would hate to have his best friend hate him for bedding the witch.

Draco walked past the passage for what seemed like the hundredth time willing the door to open but to no avail. Eventually, giving in, he leaned against a nearby window and watched the moonlight flood the grounds. What has this girl done to me? Never have I stood in a hallway for over a half hour for a girl let alone attempt to get into a room that I have no idea if she was even there. He felt it though, he believed she was in there and he just had to wait for her to come out. After what felt like another hour he heard a door open behind him. He turned around quickly and saw her emerged from the room her features were still angered but she seemed a little calmer.

"Malfoy, what are you doing here?" she asked he smiled

"Looking for you." He said simply as he moved closer to her.

"Why?" Her voice was quiet; she looked so innocent the way the moonlight washed over her face.

"I don't know why Granger." He answered honestly running his hand though his hair. He reached his hand up and touched the side of her face. Before he could stop himself he leaned down and kissed her. Her eyes closed and she allowed him to pull her into his arms. When she pulled away from him they were breathless. She stared up into his eyes; the calm gray eyes she usually saw were filled with concern and confusion.

"I – I have to go." She whispered and took off running down the hall missing the flash of red that emerged from the shadows.