Ch.2 Flashbacks and heartbreak

'Where am I?' Malfoy asks himself. As he looks around he slowly starts to realize where he is and why. 'Granger. She'll pay.'

"Malfoy!" Came the shrill of professor McGonagall. "What happened to you?! You look like a studious! To the hospital wing with you young man." She grabs his ear and hauls him up and takes him to the Madame Pomfrey.

"Argh." He groaned, "Madame Pomfrey?" He groans as McGonagall goes back to her office leaving him in the infirmary.

"What is-- oh deary me ! What did you do to yourself, brew a bad kind of potion?"

"Never mind that. Can you fix it?"

"Yes, here drink this." she says while shoving down his throat. He suddenly felt dizzy and dropped onto the bed behind him and fell asleep, dreaming of the first day he knew he loved Hermione.

"Drakie-Poo!!"

"Argh. Go away Pansy. I'm not in the mood. I have a headache."

"Awww. Is my Drakie-Poo in a bad mood? Well, I'll just have to kiss him better now wont I?" She coos as she leans in to kiss him.

"No Pansy! Go away." He shoves her away sits down on a chair trying to get comfortable.

"Fine I'll go. Bye Draco." Said a very offended looking Pansy, as she stalks out and slams the door behind her.

"Argh. My head. But at least I finally have some peace and quiet." Groaned Draco and falls asleep.

"Ron! Harry! In here! It's empt- oh never mind, Malfoy's in here."

Bleary eyed, Draco sat up and saw Hermione Granger as if seeing her for the first time. Her long beautiful silky hair, curly not bushy, he noticed, was falling over her shoulders like a waterfall. Her body full of curves, her hour glass figure, her perfect nails, her breasts. Her face was ivory and her brown eyes shown like the sun. Her muggle attire showed off her figure beautifully and all-in-all she looked wonderful.

"Malfoy." She glared breaking the spell. He noticed that she was blushing and realized that he must have been staring.

"Granger," he sneered, "Where are your boyfriends?" He smirked.

"Right here Ferret. Now clear off before we hex you." Ron glowered.

"Excuse me Weasel, but I believe I was here first, so either we share, which isn't likely, or you clear off." Draco pointed out.

"Lets go guys." Harry glared.

As they left, slamming the door behind them he saw Hermione look over her shoulder studying him with confusion evident in her eyes.

"Wow… She really grew up this summer." He sighed. Suddenly he heard a small tap at the door and Hermione came in closing the door behind her. Slowly she sat opposite Draco and stared at him for a while, looking as if she was collecting her thoughts. Not being able to stand the awkward tension he blurted out the first thing that came to his mind.

"You're beautiful Hermione." Blushing fiercely he mentally smacked himself for being so stupid.

"Um… Thank you?" She blushed, "So why are you so different this year? I mean before you were all… evil, and now you're so… nice. What happened?" But before he could answer he heard a noise at the door. He looked at Hermione and saw panic in her eyes. "Shh. Don't tell them I'm here. I told them that I was going to the bathroom." And with that she muttered a spell and disappeared. "Wait! Who?" But he soon got his answer as two boys ripped open the compartment door.

"Where's Hermione." Ron exploded.

"I don't know what you're talking about Weasel." He calmly answered.

"I know you know where she is." Harry yelled.

"If you noticed Potter, she's not in here, she hates my guts, so she wouldn't even think of coming here, and I haven't even gone out since you're last rude entry." Draco calmly yet with a threatening air said. They glared at him and stalked off, slamming the door behind them.

"Thank you. Argh. They do get annoying at times. Well I better get going. Bye Draco." She kissed him on the cheek and left calling Harry and Ron's' names.

The spot where she kissed him tingled. 'Why had she done that? Was it just a reflex? And why do I want to run after her and kiss her? God she's so beautiful. I love her.' He sighed. Yes, he loved her, he knew it now. She's perfect. He'll make her his, and she'll want it.

"Mr. Malfoy? Mr. Malfoy. You are quite well, if you're done sleeping I should like you to be down in dinner please. You've been in bed for two days. You need food. Now go." Madam Pomfrey ordered.

"Fine. Bye." Draco mumbled and stalked out. He headed for the great hall, the smell of food leading him. When he walked into the great hall it was the first thing he saw.

Darkness over came him, and unknowingly he groaned out in pain. Then composing himself, walked in ignoring the two lovers passionately embraced in lip lock.

"Drakie-Poo!" Pansy screamed, "Where have you been? I've been worried sick!"

"You're not my mother Pansy. Has anyone seen Granger and Weasel? Nauseating isn't it?" He scorned making gagging sounds. Everyone laughed and started making stomach-churning sounds.

After an hour of watching Hermione with Ron he decided to go. Having arrived there on a very empty stomach, he had barely eaten anything. Standing up, he purposely went by Hermione and discretely tapped her back. She turned around and upon seeing him softened her gaze, her eyes telling him that she was sorry.

"Hey Granger? Is the Weasel good in bed, or are you just desperate?"

"Actually, yes, he is." Her gaze hardening showing only hate, "unlike you." and walks away hand-in-hand with Ron.

"You wish." He said calmly and briskly walks down to his dormitory and cries.