I am SO sorry this chapter is so late! I was busy with Drama Club! We were putting on the One Acts. I had a part and rehersal every night. But here it is!

Hermione:

She awoke to the sound of rain hitting the window panes of her dorm, and muttering from Lavender and Parvati a they readied. It was a Saturday, and Hermione was fully intent on spending it studying.

She threw back the hangings of her four poster and greeted her dormmates before going into the communal bathroom to shower.

Hermione stepped into the steamy water, letting her body relax as it trickled down her skin. Her supple breasts reacted to the heat and stood on end as she soaped herself.

She didn't particularly pay attention to her appearance, but the years had been kind to her. She had gone from a bushy haired, bucktoothed girl, to a beautiful, desirable woman. She now knew how Ginny felt, having guys attracted to her. But she never puns herself attracted to anyone. Until she finally saw Draco Malfoy in a new light.

She didn't know what was going in with her, but she suddenly found him attractive. She loved the way his silver eyes glinted, and the way his blonde hair shined. She wondered what his mouth would feel like against hers...

She stopped herself before she could get too worked up. Who was she kidding, he'd never like her. She was a mud blood, after all.

Hermione entered the library a short time later with a stack of toast in her left hand, and a stack of books in her right. She was determined to prove Malfoy wrong. There was nothing to being a pure blood. It was just blood status, family relationships. She set to work looking through every nom she could find.

It was around midday when she caught sight of a familiar blond head bobbing through the row of shelves opposite her. She tried to duck under the table, but he had seen her.

"Well, well, Granger." He drawled, eyeing her books. "I see you haven't given up. I told you. Do all of the research you want, but you never really will understand."

Hermione climbed back into he seat, staring him down defiantly.

"And why is that?"

"Because some things can't be learned from a book."

Hermione was always eager to learn, even if it came at a price of listening to Draco's... Velvety... Voice..

"Then teach me."

He plopped into a chair at the other side of the table.

"Well. First off. It's a lot of responsibility." He furrowed his brow. "I'm supposed to marry another pureblood, or I'll be disowned."

"You do want to, though, don't you? I thought all other blood types disgusted you?"

He laughed a bell-pealing laugh.

"No. That's just a front I put up. I don't mind other blood types. What is blood anyways? It's only the stuff that keeps us alive. Blood status doesn't determine how good of a witch or wizard you are," He glanced at her, smirking, "clearly. For instance, if your blood really did disgusted me.. Then wouldn't that turn me off to your beauty?" He murdered the last part, eyes turning into pools of molten silver, captivating her. Draco was suddenly behind her, leaning over her shoulder.

"For instance," He brushed a piece of her hair out of her eyes, "If I really did care what my Family thought," he was right next to her ear, Hermione's heart pounded in her chest, "Then I wouldn't be able to do this." He kissed her softly on her neck.

Hermione turned to see him inches away from her face. His eyes bore into hers, melting her. He leaned in, placing a light, tentative kiss to her lips.

Draco sat back down. "I'm sorry for insulting you all these years." He looked down at his feet. "You really are.. So beautiful."

It was well after 11 o'clock before Madame Pince shooed them out of the library. They had been immersed in the topic of blood status, Draco informing her of the difficulties of his end of the line. Such as the fact that because pureblood lines were running out, witches and wizards were often forced to marry their own family members.

"My Father and Mother are second cousins. They keep trying to set me up with my cousin on my fathers side, Helarity. Of course, she's beautiful, definitely sexy, great ass, but not the marrying type. In fact, I'm not sure if I'm the marrying type." He stroked his chin before gazing at her. "Do you think I'm the marrying type? I mean.. Do you think I'd make a good husband? Father?"

She looked at the detailed notes she'd been taking on his family history. "I don't know, Draco. I've only ever seen this side of you, well, now."

"You're right. I'll have to show it more often." He flashed her a grin.

Madame Pince bustled around the corner, lantern bobbing in one arm, wand in the other.

"Alright you two. Library's closing. Out. Come on, out."

They gathered their things and walked hand in hand toward Gryffindor tower. When they reached the portrait of The Fat lady, Draco stopped to gaze down at Hermione.

"You are so beautiful." he whispered, placing a light kiss on her lips. "I'll see you tomorrow."

He turned and walked away. The Fat Lady raised her eyebrows.

"So now you're with that Slytherin?"

"I'm not sure. But I swear, if you breathe a word to anybody about it I'll make sure to do worse damage to you than has ever been done before."