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A/N: Also so sorry this took so long. I've been so busy lately as we're getting all ready to move. But here we go! Also this chapter goes back and forth between POV; sorry if it's confusing but it shouldn't be too bad.
Hermione was shocked. Here was Draco Malfoy of all people kissing her, and she was kissing him back. The first thing she noted was that Draco's lips were soft and tasted slightly of mint.
The first thing Draco noticed about Hermione, or second once he realized she wasn't going to slap him. Was that her lips molded to his, and tasted like strawberries and honey. Also, she was kissing him back. He definitely did not expect that.
Draco decided to push his luck and leaned forward putting one hand on her leg and the other on the nape of her neck. To his surprise, again, Hermione sighed softly and put her hand on his knees.
Hermione rested her hands lightly on Draco's knees as he caressed her neck. Only then did the normal Hermione Granger logic click in, and she pulled away sharply, gasping. Wide-eyed Hermione just stared at him. They kissed. She liked it. Why bother denying it? It wasn't going to work anyways.
"What the hell was that?" Hermione exclaimed as she finally got her voice back.
"I, uh, it's complicated." Draco said, not meeting her eye, and not looking like he was going to say anything else. He looked up quickly when he felt Hermione get up.
"It's complicated? You just kissed me, and all you have to say is that it's complicated? Whatever Malfoy. I want an explanation. I'll be in my room." And with that she went up the stairs to her room, shut the door with a resounding click, and sat on her bed.
What. The. Fuck. He kissed me. Now he won't talk to me. Typical Draco Malfoy.
Just as Hermione was finishing her thoughts, she heard a knock on the door. Stomping over to it she opened it, facing a sheepish Draco Malfoy.
"What? I swear to Merlin Malfoy if you decided it would be fun to play with my emotions, I will not be impressed. I thought you had changed? I thought you were different. Dammit Malfoy say something!" Hermione said roughly.
"I would if you would let me get a god damn word in Granger. Now sit, be quiet and let me talk or else I won't get this out." Draco replied equally as harsh as he pushed her into a sitting position on her bed, and stood in front of her.
"Okay, you know I was raised to hate people like you. Mudbl-, Muggleborns, blood traitors, anyone who stood up against Voldemort. I hated it, I hated him. In our sixth year he gave me the task to kill Dumbledore, in order to get back at my parents knowing I would die in the process. Fortunately Snape made the unbreakable vow with my mother to watch over me and help me. Dumbledore was dying anyways, and when Snape killed him, he made sure I didn't have to die. I didn't mean to hurt Katie Bell, or your Weasel. I wanted to die. After we won the war, with Voldemort dead, I was finally free. My good for nothing father is in Azkaban, me and mother were able to start over. One day I was in Diagon Alley and I was you there with the female Weasley. You glanced my way, and for it wasn't a glare, just a quick look. That day I dumped Pansy; I never truly liked her, and only dated her because that was what was expected of me. I now longer care about blood status, or what anyone thinks of me. I like you Hermione." Draco finished, looking at Hermione nervously waiting for her reply.
When she didn't reply after a few minutes Draco started pacing, "I knew it, I ruined it. I shouldn't have said anything."
"Draco stop," Hermione whispered, she grabbed his hand and he froze, turning so that they were facing each other.
"Hermione. I am so sorry, I shouldn't have said-" Draco was cut off by Hermione's hand covering his mouth, and his eyes narrowed at this.
"Hear me out Draco. I don't hate you, but I'm in shock. I am glad you told me this, but I need some time to think about what you just said. It explains so much and what I've been…feeling. I think I could like you back, but let me have time, I can't think straight." Hermione finished and letting go of his hand she turned and rushed out of the portrait hole, her mind reeling as she walked into the library.
Saying a quick 'hello' to Madam Pince, she hurried to the back corner that was never visited by anyone but herself. She sat down on one of the couches, lit a lamp with her wand and started to process her thoughts.
First: Draco Malfoy liked her, second: she wasn't upset by this. Third: He kissed her. Again, Hermione didn't object, another big surprise. He was a really good kisser; she kind of wanted to do it again. If Hermione had known kissing could be like that she would have been doing it a lot more. Ron had always been like kissing a fish, a really dry, chapped fish. And last: she may be able to like Draco back.
There were sparks when they touched, and Draco had changed. He was still arrogant, but not as much of a git that he used to be. For now they would be friends, she wanted to get to know him better first. Satisfied with what she'd come up with, Hermione walked to the Muggle story section and grabbed 'Wuthering Heights'. She settled back down, and with a sigh let her mind get immersed in the novel.
Figuring Hermione would be gone for a while Draco decided to head down the Slytherin common room in the dungeons, to see his best friend Blaise Zabini.
"Hey, Draco, wondered when you would finally get down here." Blaise said, slapping his friend on the back as he sat down on the couch in front of the fire.
"Well you know Blaise," Draco didn't get to finish as there were fingers suddenly climbing up his neck."
"Drakey, why haven't you been to see me?" The sickly sweet voice of Pansy Parkinson whined.
"Because Pansy," Draco said, pushing her off him as she tried to climb onto his lap, "you're annoying, needy, conceited, and you disgust me." He may have changed, but his views on some people didn't. Draco stood up causing Pansy to fall to the ground, and pouting she got up and ran to the girls dormitory, slamming the door behind her.
Blaise laughed, "Care for a walk Drakey?"
"Oh fuck off." Draco punched Blaise in the shoulder, but agreed to the walk.
As the pair wandered around the castle for a while Blaise finally started asking the questions Draco had been dreading.
"How's sharing a common room with Granger, is she a nightmare yet?" Blaise asked.
"We haven't spoken much, mainly about Head business. But its Granger I'm sure she'll just get worse," Draco lied, "but come on, I want to show you the common room." Blaise nodded, pushing the curiosity as to why Draco changed the subject to the back of his mind, and followed him to the third floor.
"Wow, this is impressive." Blaise said after a tour. "Can I bunk with you?" Draco laughed, and sat down on the couch, as Blaise sat on the couch. They got a house-elf to ring some butterbeer to them, and kicked their feet up on the coffee table.
Talking about Quidditch, weather, more Quidditch, and a Ravenclaw sixth year Blaise had his eyes on, the two boys didn't notice the darkening sky until they heard the portrait hole close and Hermione walked in, books hugged to her chest.
"You're out late Hermione." Said Draco, watching as her head snapped up, as took in the boys sitting there.
"Oh, yeah, just lost track of time." Hermione said, a blush tainting her cheeks. Blaise chuckled as she hurried up to her room. He didn't say anything until he heard her door close.
"What was that about?" Questioned Blaise.
"What was what about?"
"You called her Hermione."
"Oh, we agreed to use first names since we will be talking so much this year. Anyways mate, it's late, we should get to bed, and classes start tomorrow." Draco watched Blaise leave, and trudged up to his room. He thought about questioning Hermione, but decided against it. She would hopefully come to him on her own.
Back in her room Hermione changed into a pair of light blue pajama shorts, and a black tank top, and took her ponytail out letting her long curls tumble down her back.
She sat down on her bed, but stood right back up. It was now or never, she would lose her confidence by tomorrow. She sighed and marched out of her room, to Draco's and knocking on the door lightly, trying but failing to calm down her breathing.
Hermione heard rustling paper, and a puzzled looking Draco poked his head out the door.
"Sorry to bother you," She took a breath, "Can I come in?" Draco looked confused but stepped aside and Hermione slipped in, looking around his room.
It was exactly like hers except everything was green, black and silver, and his jet black bed sheets looked like silk, unlike her cotton ones. Everything looked rich, perfect for Draco Malfoy.
Hermione took it all in, and then noticed Draco leaning against his desk in dark green pajama pants, with no shirt on. She had to refrain from letting her jaw drop, he was toned. She had never seen such a chiselled torso, except maybe on sculptures.
"Sorry about coming so late, I just wanted to talk. I've been thinking about what you said earlier…" She trailed off.
"Yeah, of course." Draco gestured to his bed, and she sat near the bottom and crossed her legs as Draco did the same but at the top.
"I thought about it," Breathing deeply, Hermione wrung her hands together, staring at her knees, "I don't really know this new you Draco, so I can't talk about feeling anything. Though I have to admit there is something there, but I don't know what. So if it is okay with you I want to try and get to know you, I want to see if we can be friends." Hermione finished and looked at Draco, who was leaning against the headboard.
He nodded, "That is more than I thought I'd get, thanks Hermione. I won't regret it."
"I better not," She stood up and stretched, not noticing that Draco stared at her as her back arched, "it's late, see you in the morning."
"I suppose" Draco said nonchalantly.
Hermione rolled her eyes, that was the regular Draco. "Goodnight Malfoy."
Draco smirked, "Night Granger."
Hermione walked through his door that led the bathroom, washed her face, brushed her teeth, and curled up in bed. She fell asleep thinking of her first classes in the morning, and about her agreeing to be friends with Draco.