[Draco]

"Hermione...?" Draco spoke knocking on her door. "It's time for dinner..." There was no respond or any sound of movement. Had she already gone down with the loser friends of hers? Deciding to check, he opened the door slightly and peeked in. Hermione was lying on her bed. Had she not heard him? Seeing she was suitably dressed Draco walked in with his hands in his pockets.

"Oi Granger?" He asked. She was lying on her side, her legs were bent slightly and her hands were in front of her face. Wow, she looked kind of cute. Should he wake her up? Draco was about to take a hand from his pocket to shake her but she started to stir and her brown eyes opened slowly. She cast her eyes up to his face.

"Draco...?" She muttered sleepily. Her eyes bolted open and she sat up. "What are you doing?" She looked at him accusingly.

"In your dreams Granger, you're not my type." Draco sneered.

"That's more like it," Hermione muttered and he swore he saw her smile.

"Huh?"

"Nothing, nothing." Hermione stood up and put on some black pumps and ran a brush through her hair. Draco just stood there and watched. He looked at the back of her head at her soft, shiny hair down her back to the short, black skirt that came above her knees and down her legs.

"Stop ogling at me Malfoy," She said looking at him through the mirror.

"Are you not going to put some tights on or something?" He replied glancing at her legs again.

"Why?"

"Cause I'm only human," Draco muttered walking out. He saw Hermione laugh out of the corner of his eye. Hermione followed and grabbed her robe off the couch and they walked out of the Common Room.

"Do you want to walk a bit ahead or anything?" She said to him as they went down the last stretch of stairs, coming up to the Entrance Hall.

"Why?" Draco replied confused.

"Well, you being you, I would have thought you wouldn't want anyone seeing us together," She said stopping on the last step. He scratched the back of his neck.

"True. Well ladies first," Draco said holding out his arm, gesturing for her to go with a grin on his face.

"Oh such a gentleman," She sneered sarcastically.

Draco rolled his eyes. He walked in to the Great hall and over to the Slytherin table and sat at the edge. The Hall wasn't very full which he was glad of. She was so easy to be around. Why had Draco wasted the last years being such a jerk to her when she is really nice? Why? Because Lucuis told him to. Draco gripped the fork until his knuckles went white.

He felt a body slide up the bench until it was close to his own. He could smell the cheap perfume and rolled his eyes. "Hi Pansy," Draco muttered.

"Hi Draky," She purred running her hand up his arm. Draco shrugged it off. "How come this is the first time I've been alone with you since term started?" She pouted.

"Because we're still not alone?" He said glancing around the Hall.

"You know what I mean," She replied. Draco could sense a tone of slight annoyance in her voice. "I mean, I miss you..." She whispered in his ear twirling a strand of Draco's hair around her finger.

Draco moved away from her. "Don't you mean you miss Blaise?" Pansy's face hardened. "You know very well that we've been over for months now. Ever since I saw how much of a slut you were." The last month before school ended, Draco had caught her trying to get Blaise in to bed. Blaise is probably one of the few friends Draco had. Pansy was just getting bored because Draco had more important matters on his hands.

"Oh come on! Liven up a little! That's in the past now." She rested her hand on her head as she looked at his. "You know we belong together but ever since you've had to share a dorm with that little mudblood," She looked over to Hermione. "I've hardly..."

"Don't call her that." Draco interrupted.

"Why?" She scoffed. "That's what she is,"

He glared at Pansy. "I just..." Draco slammed the fork down and stalked out, Pansy's dark eyes boring in to the back of his hair. He sat on the bottom stair and put his head in his hands. I just what? Pansy is right. Hermione is just a mudblood. A beautiful, funny, talented mudblood...'What am I thinking', Draco leaned his head against the rail and sighed.

"Hey? Are you alright?" He looked to the left and Hermione was standing there. Draco stood up.

"Are you done?" He asked not looking at her. She nodded and as the last people came out of the Great Hall, they closed the doors and headed off to the seventh floor. As Head boy and girl, they had to make sure all the clubs were finished and all the classrooms were empty. Doing a full sweep of the castle would take a while.

"What was all that?" As Hermione ran up to try and keep up with Draco's fast pace as they patrolled the fifth floor. It had been a couple of hours now. He ignored her and carried on. She ran in front of Draco and stopped. "Draco! You can't just ignore me like that!" He stopped and walked around her. "I know you hate me but I believe what you said. We should be friends and friends tell each other when things are wrong! Friends trust each other!" She shouted. Draco stopped and turned around. She was facing the other way, her hands balled in to small fists and she was shaking slightly. He walked up behind her quietly until he was right behind her "Don't shut me out!" Draco didn't say anything, his head bowed.

Hermione sniffed and started to walk away but he grabbed her wrist to stop her. She gasped slightly but didn't turn to face him. Holding her soft wrist in his hands, he felt her pulse beating under his fingers race at his touch. Draco felt his eyes tear up as he thought of everything that had happened over the last few months. He wanted to tell her, to have someone help him but...

"It's too hard," He muttered. Draco walked closer to her slowly until he was right behind her and could smell the flowery fragrance from her hair and feel the warmth coming from her body. "No one ever cared about me, I was just the kid who did everything wrong. No one was my friend; they were just people who followed me because of my heritage. No one ever loved me because they never got to see the real me," He whispered in to her ear.

"If you give me a chance and trust, in time, I could do all of those," Hermione replied slowly. Draco felt his heart start to thud against his chest; his bowed head was inches above her shoulder. He could hear Hermione breathe deeply, his chest was pressed against her back and Draco leaned closer. He slowly lifted his head slightly so he could see her face. The lanterns that were glowing dimly cast a shadow over her face but the moonlight brought out her delicate features and beauty. She turned her head to look at him, her lips slightly parted. This girl, she was so imperative and stunningly beautiful, drawing Draco in. He was a completely different person around her. Was it that he was a different person or was he just being true?

Her lips shined in the light. Draco let go of her wrist keeping his eyes on her mouth. His arms slid to her hips and wound around her tiny waist pulling her even closer to him. Their faces were inches apart; he could feel her warm breath on his face. Draco leaned in and lightly pressed his lips to hers. They were soft and felt good. His stomach exploded with butterflies. Every cell in his body tingled. Draco needed Hermione. She was the first person who had shown true kindness to him even though he had been an idiot to her. Even though he was a bad person, she still wanted to comfort him.

Draco was glad Hermione didn't try to pull away; instead she was leaning in to the kiss and wrapped her hand around his neck pulling him as close as possible. Draco wanted her to care for him, be his friend and maybe more.

Then a sharp pain in his left arm seared through his cells. Draco pulled away from Hermione slowly, his eyes locked on her beautiful brown orbs. There was a small expression of confusion on her face as he moved away, as he let her go.

"Draco?" She whispered.

He smiled and rubbed her cheek softly, feeling anger in his gut that he was being torn away from Hermione, from this moment. Draco kissed her on her forehead one last time and held her close, tight. With that, he turned and walked briskly away, in any direction, he just had to get away hoping she wouldn't follow. Draco began to run, the random portraits that littered the wall speeding past him in a blur. He didn't stop until he reached a boy's toilet and leaned against the sink as he caught his breath.

Draco looked at himself. The colour was drained from his face but he could still feel Hermione's lips on his own, as if they had burnt them. He touched his lip lightly and slid his hand up his face in to the roots of his hair to grip them tight.

"Ahhhh!" Draco yelled in anger. He ripped his hands back to his side clenching them in to tight fists until he could feel the sticky sensation of blood trickle through his fingers and hear the slow dripping on to the cold tiles. Draco sighed. There was no escaping this, no matter how much Draco resented him. He took out his wand and lifted up the sleeve of the robe, leaving a smear of blood all over his pale skin and the dark ink of the horrific shape that was forced on him. The skull seemed to pulse as the pain still seared through his arm. The skull now red and looked even more deadly, Draco lifted his wand to the skull and let the pain take over him.

A/N oo00oo XD Hope that wasn't too shocking haha. Hoped you all liked!
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