February 12, 1993

The sounds of students talking and laughing from the Great Hall were reverberating through the wall. Hermione was at the Hallway outside, and late for breakfast. She stayed up all night in the library doing her Transfiguration and History of Magic's 1 and half-foot long essays. It was her fault too for not working on it earlier, She was just too fed up with all the news of Sirius Black being on the loose and all those shit that the prophet was stating.

She was a foot away from the Big Oakwood doors of the great hall when somebody-so strong- shoved her out of the way. Hermione landed on her hands and she got a deep wound from a glass that was poking out of the stone floor, earning a very deep wound from it. The contents of her bag were everywhere, Quills, her essays, her books, and her Inkbottle spilled all over the floor.

The Slytherins Laughed at her, clearly enjoying the turn of events especially that it was just early in the morning. They were quite proud to have accomplished to make this one Mudblood's life miserable for the rest of the day. Hermione glared at them as she stood up leaving her belongings on the floor. Oh she was just going to finish this business with the slytherins.

Draco, being the prince of the house, stepped up and looked at Hermione with equal loathing, he shoved her again, away from the door so that the commotion they were making outside the Great hall was not to be seen. Draco and the gang of slytherins seem to encircle Hermione, she saw pug-faced Parkinson, the ever-pretty Daphne Greengrass, Monstrous Crabbe and Goyle, Zabini and Nott. Hermione just shrugged when they all seem to be enjoying the bleeding sight of her.

Pansy kicked on the inkbottle onto Hermione's direction but it spluttered its contents on Draco's shoes instead. Pansy gasped and said her apology immediately at Draco. He was focused on hermione's wound and wincing at the sight of it but nevertheless whipped his head around and glared at Pansy.

He grabbed Pansy's arm and was about to shout at her face when he heard Hermione snort. Draco moved her gaze at Hermione who was now clearly trying not to laugh hard. Her face was flushed and her hand cupped her mouth, her shoulder was shaking as she was holding onto her laugh. Draco let go of Pansy and shoved Hermione to the wall. The six remaining slytherins backed away seeing that Draco was really angry.

Hermione was taken aback when Draco grabbed on both of her shoulder and slammed her to the wall hitting her head on the process. She felt like her world was shaken all of the sudden, he was leaning a bit closer than to hermione's liking. She smelled a whiff of Draco's scent, he smells like peppermint. She then noticed that the rumor was true that he indeed have long eyelashes, he also have a mole just on the side below his left eye, that seem to add more touch on his pale and almost ghost-like complexion. Why was Hermione noticing such things about draco? Was she attracted to this pompous, no good, and utterly disbelieving ferret-face git? Merlin in the heavens above help her.

Draco was never near her like this. He caught on her sweet raspberry smell. He noticed that there was a light trace of freckles just across her nose. Was she blushing or she just have rosy cheeks? He also noticed that her eyes were just warm and inviting, with those cinnamon orbs with what looks like caramel swirls. Was Draco just being mesmerized to a Mudblood? He thinks not bloody likely. His gaze went to her pouted red cherry lips. Hermione Flushed even more causing her to open her mouth to just a centimeter wide, she was quite disturbed that Draco was looking at her lips. Draco subconsciously licked his lips letting her get a glimpse of his wet and hot tongue slip pass on his thin lips. Why was the Mudblood's Lips looks so inviting?

Shaking his head vigorously, he quickly pulled his hands off Granger's shoulder. He pushed Blaise and Nott out of his way as they give him meaningful smirks. Draco grunted at them and made his way to the Great Hall to eat a late breakfast before going to his first class, all the while with a confused Pansy was trotting behind him as he stormed off.

February 19, 1993

iIt was nighttime and they just finished eating dinner with the headmaster warning them to be alert with the dementors guarding all around Hogwarts. He run his hand through his hair, he was confused and disturbed. He kept on pacing back and forth at the slytherin common room. He was being eyed curiously by the measuring looks of Zabini, Nott and Pansy's-though she was really irritated to why the hell wasn't draco snogging her senseless right this minute like they should be-and as if he could read Pansy's thoughts he stopped on his tracks and gazed at pansy darkly. Pansy began to start getting nervous, what was Draco's problem? He has been like this since yesterday and he was just not himself it is pretty disturbing.

Blaise cleared his throat and looked at the once again pacing boy in front of him. "What's up with you Draco?"

Draco moved his gaze to Zabini but kept quiet and continued to pace back and forth still. This time, theo was the one who spoke. "You know Draco, if I don't know any better, I'll tell you that, The Mudboold bitch might be the one who caused you to be acting like this." This made Theo smirked when Draco stop once again from his pacing.

"Theo! How could you say that! She is a Mudblood for crying out loud!" Pansy said aghast.

Theo shook his shoulder like it was the most appropriate thing to do. "I mean, hasn't Draco been like this for a week now? And it started with the little taunt-the mudblood-in-the-morning session last Monday was all, I'm just looking at the point of view of things here. Back me up Zabini." He then positioned his look at Blaise who was just looking at his fingernails and seem to not mind them at all.

Pansy made a sound of disbelief and when she was about to say something, Draco held up his hand to cut her off. Blaise looked up at that moment because he was waiting for Draco to talk about it all week now.

"I thought-" Draco's voice was hoarse and it seems to be breaking, the three of them wore serious expressions now, all with a dash of worry in their faces. "I thought her- her- her blood, wasn't it suppose to be muddy? Filthy? And not red like ours?" he looked at each of his three companions' faces and he seem to be begging for answers from them, or for even Zabini or Nott to laugh at him in the least, but they just bowed their heads.

Upon seeing that he will not get answers from his the companions Draco got out of the slytherin common room. He knows where to find bher/b. He knows there were a prefect meeting and that by this time it just ended. He fastened his pace and he felt a nervous blob forming on the pit of his stomach. He tried to shake the blob away.

He turned in one corner that leads to the prefect's meeting room. He didn't know why but he checked his reflection first in the window nearby before continuing his journey to the prefect's room.

"Checkered hanky" Draco said and the portrait hole swung open only to reveal a very shocked face of the bushy headed girl.

Hermione was fumbling on her robes when she felt the wind from the portrait hole as it swung open, only to reveal a very pale Draco malfoy. Not that he is pale enough already, but he seemed paler than usual, it makes his aura eerie. She seems to lose the ability to speak and draco took this chance to pull her by the arm and led her inside the prefect's room once more.

He didn't know what forced him to pull the Mudblood's girl arm, let alone touch her when he felt that his heart might burst in his chest any moment due to this nervousness he was feeling. His mind was full of questions that needed answers and he feels like he's losing his mind with all of it. And just when he can't take any of it longer she spoke.

"Ma-Malfoy? What do you think you're bloody doing?" her voice was breaking, for she too was nervous to what might Draco do to her.

Yes, she did notice that Draco wasn't haunting her more for the last few days, but she paid no mind at it, not until now that she was alone in this room with Draco Malfoy, she thinks that this was definitely pay back time for whatever happened last week in front of the great hall. Fuck all those courage shit that godric was so proud about. This was ferret git for Merlin's sake! He always gets what he wanted.

Draco remained silent and gazed at Hermione from head to toe. This very scrutinizing look made a chill run on hermione's spine. Never did someone look at her like that. He was very near her again, just too near that she smells his peppermint smell that makes her weak in the knees for some reason. She tried to keep her eyes open, just when she was nearly lulled to shutting down by draco's smell, he spoke.

"Your- Your Blood Granger, It's not Filthy, Not muddy at all." His voice was like a hoarse whisper, if he weren't this near her, she doubt that she would hear what he said at all.

Hermione scoffed and removed draco's grip from her arm. "That's it? No Mudblood bushy hair all over the place shit now malfoy? And to think that you took the effort to go here, I might think you're losing your touch now." She didn't know how her nervousness got away only to be replaced by the courage shit godric was proud about.

Draco tensed and said "I'm- I'm sorry." It was never for a malfoy to apologize, it is a miracle indeed for he was apologizing to a mudblood.

"Wha-What?" Hermione was shocked, Malfoy? Apologizing to me? What is happening here?

Just then, Draco woke up and seems to resurface himself from all the past days thinking about Granger's blood being not filthy, to why the hell it was the same color with his Pureblood blood, and he came to a conclusion that his father and mother was wrong, they were never superior, they were all the same, Humans, breathing the same air, and living under the same sky. He then also realizes that there was indeed a fine line between love and hate, he didn't hate this girl as much as he thinks. He didn't taunt and made her life miserable here because he hates her. He just wanted her attention. And it was because he was attracted to her. The same girl that was the best friend of his arch nemesis Harry Potter, the Gryffindor girl he thought he loathes the most.

Without further ado, He turned around and stalked off the room. Leaving an open mouth granger in the prefect's meeting room.

October 10, 1993

"You really are bad at this Malfoy" Hermione giggled at the sight of Draco with his brows knit together across the table they are sharing in the Library. They have been at it for hours now. She was helping him with his Transfiguration Essays.

Hermione was the forgiving type, and she wouldn't let this friendship with Malfoy pass. They have settled their differences for the past few months. And believe it or not, during the summer break they even got the chance to owl each other a letter or two. She was still the know-it-all he knew and he was still the utterly disbelieving prat she knew. They bicker and fight but they always settle things down.

After the incident that took over last February, neither of them talked to each other for a month. But nevertheless got the chance to mend things after they put much thought to it. But these unique sessions that involves the two of them in the library? And that Malfoy and Granger was friends? No one knows about it. And this mere thought made Hermione frown.

She was still a muggle-born and he was still a pureblood aristocrat that has Lucius Malfoy as a father. That fact doesn't go away, but they are now friends and they have now the ability to stand each other with both of them in their own personal space and that for them is the important part of this.

"Gads Granger, I still can't believe you are tutoring me." Draco said looking up to see Hermione throw fits of giggles.

She somehow made an unlady noise come out of her mouth that made his face contort with mild disgust. "Sorry." She put her hand in her mouth to keep her from laughing, she was just too carefree when Draco is around, and He liked that.

"Are you just going to laugh and I'll just go or you'll help me with this bloody essay I got?" Draco smirked at her. Why does he have to do that every time? Doesn't he know what effect that gave her? And that every time he smirked with that signature smirk of him butterflies erupt in hermione's stomach?

"Okay, okay. Just copy this." Hermione held out a book in front of him "Copy the ones that I highlighted and try to expound it a bit then you're done." She said with a smile. Why does she have to smile sweetly like that? Something in his trousers twitches by the mere sight of her sweet smile.

Draco cleared his throat then continued to copy what Hermione highlighted. She was looking around the library. They were in the secluded part so no one can notice that the bloody Gryffindor princess was with the slytherin prince, Much to her dismay that she have to lie to harry and ron about all of this. He then notices that she was in deep thought.

"Hey granger."

Hermione moved her gaze to malfoy, Brown orbs meeting with the silver ones. She glared but nonetheless smiled at him. It twitched again. "What now?"

"Nothing." He continued writing on his essay, and Hermione just grinned at the silence that went between them. Never did they imagine that they would be comfortable with each other as they are now.

October 19, 1993

Her hair was a tousled mess, her robe was wrinkled in every possible way, her breathe was ragged, she was panting and drips of sweat framed hermione's face as she ran her way to the hospital wing of the castle. Her Care of magical creatures with the slytherin's was a disaster. Even though how much she felt sad for hagrid for having this accident in his first day of classes as a professor at Hogwarts at that.

She pushed opened the Oakwood doors of the hospital wing, she quickly searched for a platinum silver blond hair of the boy she once loathes the most. There was no one in the hospital now and she was quite thankful for that, she needed time alone with him after all. She made her way to where he was lying.

The window overhead cast a light directly on his face making him look angelic. That was when she realized that she didn't hate him anymore. But she was not surprised with this realization, in fact she was pleased, pleased with the fact that she was at last able to admit to herself that she was indeed attracted to the pompous ferret git. The one who called her mudblood for the first time, the one boy who simply made her life miserable, but she was still happy for their friendship. All those hatred faded away long ago, but it was just know that she realized that it grew to something more.

"Herm-Hermi-Hermione…" said a hoarse voice of the boy lying in the bed. She felt a sudden twist in her stomach, must be the butterflies. It was the first time Draco called her by her first name, and even if he was unconscious when he said it, for her, it was enough.

She held out a hand to move this one stubborn strand of blonde hair away from his face. The contact made him flutter his eyes open, earlier he felt that someone was there with him, and thought it was just madam pomfrey. He saw that Hermione was smiling down at him, he smiled back at her too, and patted the foam of the bed gesturing for her to sit on it. She obliged to do so. As he tried to move his arm to circle around her waist, his arm ached which cause him to let out a grunt of pain.

"You shouldn't move.." Hermione said looking worriedly at him.

Stubbornly, Draco moved his hand to cup her cheek, grimacing as he did so, and Hermione automatically held out her hand to support him. Minutes passed and they just sit and lied there, sinking into each other's presence. Paying no heed to the world at all, as if this would be the last time that they will see each other.

"You're really pretty, has anybody told you that?" Draco said with a smile so innocent it made Hermione shift in her sit.

"I'm really sorry Hermione." This was the second time he called her by her name, let alone apologize to her "I was raised like that you see, as a toddler I was told that Pureblood people were superior to anybody, that the Slytherin is the greatest and most powerful house in Hogwarts, meaning the every one is low and a scum for us Purebloods. But you, you happened Hermione, you showed me what the truth is and I Thank you for that, for giving me a chance to prove myself to you, that I can be a better person."

Tears flooded down her cheeks, and draco swept them away. He was still smiling at her innocently, just then, Hermione leaned down kissed him softly but quickly pulled away. Draco took the initiative to continue the kiss. He repositioned his hand in her cheek to her neck and got himself lost in those blissful lips of hers.

A/N: hey guys! As you can see this chapters is all flashback, just to make it clear on how they fell for each other : this was the POF days :D hope you liked it! Review?