"….and of course I did all the homework you assigned! I do actually do my homework, I am not like some stupid Mudbloo…" Draco fumed, barely controlling his rage.

She did not know what had gotten into him since yesterday. The words of "I hope you have all of your homework done" had barely left her lips before he started raging at her.

Calmly she let him go on. "I am trying! But no! Miss Perfect Hermione would never believe that anyone besides herself would actually want a good mark and to pass. Everyone else is a just stupid slacker to the all mighty Queen of Musty books and Brown nosing. She how she sits so prim on her throne, its because she has a broom handle shoved permanently up her b….."

Draco looked over at her sitting quietly behind the desk in confusion. "Well?" He asked a little deflated.

"Well what?" she asked coldly.

"Does the Gryffindork no longer stand up for herself? Or can she no longer come up with anything witty to say in return. Cat got your tongue?"

"I just did not think that I should interrupt, as you were obviously having such a grand time talking to yourself." She replied dryly.

Draco just stared at her. Here he was all ready for a good fight and she just let him barrel right over her. What was wrong with the girl?

"Now, if you really did take so much offense to the simple question of me asking if you had all of the practice assigned to you done then I apologize. So far you have shown yourself to be extremely dedication and I did not mean to offend, Your Highness." She said mockingly. "Now if you are quiet done I would like to get down to business." Hermione was seething but she would not let her personal war with the ferret boy get in the way of her teaching someone who may not want to but needed her help.

Opening a book she looked up from under her eyelashes at him as he stood there silent. "Cat got your tongue?" she asked with deceptive sweetness.

He was shaking. Oh he was mad yes, furious yes, but he was also shaking for other reasons. The letter from his father had read,

"Dear Draco,

Here are some very important things that you need to read over. They are for your eyes only and should anyone else get a hold of them…Well let's just say that that would be a grave mistake on your part.

Learn what these books have to offer and you will go far. Use whomever you feel appropriate to practice on, just do not call any attention to your actions. Certain wizards at the school would love to get their hands on these books but you have my trust.

Mother sends her love. We will see you in two months. Be prepared.

Lucious T. Malfoy"

Contained in the heavily wrapped package was a set of three books. They were, "The Volumes of Purification, books 1-3." Inside, as Draco had peeked, was easily every curse needed to completely destroy another human being, through body, mind and soul. Inside were The Unforgivables, and even more terrible many new sadistic torture charms and curses, from Voldemorts own hand…with pictures.

After Draco had finished vomiting up the little amount that he had eaten for supper he became angry. That was what he did. All emotions that he could not adjust to like sadness or confusion, he turned quickly into malice and anger and hatred. This hatred was still directed towards his father for making him become a Death Eater soon but it was all vented out on the next person he saw. And this happened to be the aggravating Hermione Granger.

He sat down, a terror of emotions coursed through him as he tried to regain control. Even though he did not want to become like his father, he needed to be able to become calm like his father had taught him. If he did not then who knows what he would do? Personally, he did not want to find out.

Hermione watched as Draco sat down jerkily and began to do deep breathing. She was a little fascinated. From the look on his face he must do this a lot whenever he was talking to Harry, or maybe he did it before he talked to them but she had seen this look often. It was there whenever she turned around to see him after fighting with the three of them. Usually when they hadwon and he had lost insome way or another.She wondered what had gotten him so worked up? This was more then his normal fighting and she knew it.

He would name call, tease, and embarrass the hell out of anyone he could find who did not meet his criteria but here in this room he had stopped doing that to her for the most part. Hermione was still not used to it but decided not to question his outburst. She would not kid herself. They were not friends. They would never be friends and she was all right with that. But that little naive kind girl inside her wanted to ask him very badly and help him if possible, even with all those years of nastiness he had piled up against him.

He let the air come silently into his lungs filling them with the mess of feelings, he let them fester and grow until he thought he would burst and then with a fast breath he pushed it all out of himself.

As she opened the textbook she cleared her throat and he was snapped out of his white void of silence and air.

"I did all of the homework…" He looked at her blankly.

"Good!" she said patiently. "Now do you think that you could practice the levitation charm while I look over your notes?"

"Fine." He said curtly and he stood to pick up a handful of feathers from beside her. As he was reaching over she briefly glanced at his expressionless face. It was not the face that always got her, she knew so well now that he was truly a wolf in sheep's clothing, or more appropriately a devil with an angels face but it was always his eyes that got her.

Quick and full of life and malice but now they held a lifeless glow. It must have been that breathing thing he did. She stifled a laugh as she tried to picture Malfoy doing Yoga, but then again she though, he probably would not even know what it was.

As she mindlessly began to go over his notes, unconsciously changing spelling mistakes and rewording everything he had written down into her mind in a more precise manner she let her mind wander. She had been thinking about her Transfiguration final when she felt something brush against her ear.

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Draco had gotten the stupid Levitation charm the very instant that he had first tried it the previous day. So as he watched the feathers hover around the room and started to make them march around, at first to amuse himself and then to possibly get Hermiones attention. The anger was gone and hidden but the mischievous was always there within him. He started to make them do strange little dances and still that would not get her attention she was so absorbed in reading his notes.

After a great feathery fluffy crescendo of movement he let all but one feather fall to the ground.

After this he began to simply watch his tutor as she read. Her eyes quickly and almost boredly scanning the page as she occasionally fixed a spelling mistake that he had purposely put there. He thought at least when he had written that you needed "to ass the situation for what counter charm to use in a dangerous situation" that that would get a laugh out of her but her face remain unmoving. He watched at first out of boredom and then became slightly fascinated as she occasionally moved her feather quill over her parted lips which moved silently as she read, or how she would absently twirl a stray scattered half curl around her finger.

It was that she did not realize that she was doing these things that interested him, and also that she did not know that she was being watched. He hated to admit it but even before she had shrunk her buckteeth fourth year that she had been attractive. It was the way that she did these small things that made her so. Her hair was still as frizzy as ever but it was something, like her, that was so unexplainably constant.

While everyone around was changing, taking sides, growing up, Hermione had stayed the same as when he had first met her with very few changes. She no longer put up with him, and her true bravery had shown in many ways.

She had started out the most responsible goody two shoes that you were ever to meet but Hermione merely became more herself over the seven years he had known her, unlike everyone else. She was not afraid to be herself, and Draco looked in the mirror and did not even know who he was anymore. But he definitely knew that he was not going to be the type of person that did those things in the books his father had sent him. He knew he was not his father, whom he had been raised to be like. Draco let his anger override any sense of being lost that he constantly felt.

He watched as she sat up and arched her back to stretch. Draco had never noticed how stunning she was. Eyes that flashed at him in anger, now could look on him in laugher. The soft brown light the shone from there was chilling to him. Her upturned nose was no longer stuck up merely quaint, and her lips held a perfect cupids bow and smile.

It was as he began thinking these things that the feather that he had unconsciously held onto with his magic began to flutter around sparactically.

A thought formed in his mind when he saw this movement and a sly smile spread on his face.

Hermione pushed back her hair, thinking that was what had brushed so slowly against her ear. Upon the third time she looked up to see Draco prodding a feather determinedly with his wand and thinking that he was still trying to get it to float at all she smiled and went back to reading. He quickly made the feather float with precision into the air and this time he let it rest on the back of her hand. She did not notice so with an agonizingly slow pace he began to send the feather tip up her hand, along her arm and up to her neck.

Draco was so absorbed in control that he did not see her looking at him right away.

The sensations had sent shivers down her spine and made her both warm and cool at the same time. Her breath had hitched and she looked up to see Draco staring intently at her bare arm. His gaze was no longer blank but filled with something unnamable.

She just watched him and when he looked up a bit of embarrassment peaked in his cheeks but he kept trailing the feather up her shoulder, and then ran it along her jaw and let it linger softly on her lower lip.

"ACHOO!"

Hermione sneezed loudly making the both of them jump and making the feather flee.

They looked at each other surprised and then they both broke out laughing.

"Well its safe to say Malfoy, that you have mastered that levitation charm." She said once she had composed herself.

He had been so intense but she put it in the back of her mind. "Can I ask you a question?" Hermione said.

"I believe you just did Hermione…" He smirked, with the strange look fleeting into his normal mask. "OK!"

"I am saying this strictly as your teacher here, but…..Why are doing so badly in Charms?" He looked like he did not understand her so she went to clarify.

"I mean, everything we have reviewed you have picked up instantly. You know this stuff, and Professor Flitwick told me that you were one of his top students previously but now…."

"Are you just having trouble paying attention or is its something els….."

He interrupted her, "No its not that. Trust me if I had a problem paying attention I would have failed Potions, or in the very least Professor Binns class. I pay attention. Sadly enough, even more now then I did before. I take notes but when I read them later they…well at least I think I take notes…I…" He faltered.

"What?" She asked impatiently.

"I remember taking the stupid notes, but they read like gibberish later and then I cant study the fucking things!" He barked.

"And no Miss Priss I do not have some muggle learning disability, I have been checked for that. I just don't remember anything from the classes is all." He glared at her sullenly.

"OK! I did not mean to upset you, I will keep tutoring you as promised, and keep it a secret as promised, but I really think you should find out what's going on."

"Is that all?" He asked rudely as he stood and slapped together his books. His carefully stowed away anger was rearing its nasty head. He went to storm out but just in time he remembered the charm she put on the room and he stopped jerking backwards a little. He looked like a caged animal, and Hermione honestly did not think that he would do that funny breathing thing again right now so she quickly let him out and followed him to their dorm.

He angrily pulled at his tie and pulled his shirt off over his head and threw it fiercely into his hamper. Hermione stood watching him surprised at his anger then embarrassed at standing there watching him undress with his door open. Before she could move Draco leered from the doorway in all his half clad glory.

"This is not a free show! I know that you don't get much but honestly go drool somewhere else. Although feel free to pay in clothing, a skirt or bra perhaps? and I will happily oblige a strip tease." He let his eyes wander up and down her form and being experienced as he was he knew she was hiding something lethal to a young male under those god awful robes.

"Pervert!" she yelped like a dog with its tail on fire. Hermione feel his eyes wander her form and she put all she could muster through her raging embarrassment at having been caught watching the bastard into a glare before stomping up to her room and slamming the door. Look who she is calling a pervert, he mused before shutting his door forcibly.

She did not know which she was more embarrassed about the offer of a strip tease, seeing his chest, him undressing her with his eyes so hungrily or the little part of her that wanted to see the look on his smug face if she really had handed him her skirt. Malfoy was one hundred percent chicken and that act would have scared the hell out of him and sent him running but Malfoy was also one hundred percent sexy. She had known the first instant that she saw the ferret that he would grow to be gorgeous, but that did not matter much. He was still the most egotistical, insolent, childish, aggravating, stuck up wanker that he had always been.

So much for a sexy chicken she thought. Bagawk!

He had been so angry but when he had seen her looking at him it went away and was replaced by something much much more confusing and aggravating. There was no way he was going to go all schoolboy and have a crush on the girl that he fought with continually. That was just too childish. And Draco Malfoy was no longer a child, not by a long shot!

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Okay here is like 5 and a half pages! Whew! So comments? Questions? Queries? I really need to think up some more lessons…..give me more spells for her to review with him please oh and if Lucious's middle initial is not t then tell me what it is and feel free to correct name spelling cus I sort suck at it...I spell Lucious wrong constantly? Lol, trust me I know where this is going to an extent. The next chappie will be about…well I don't think I should tell but this is all dedicated to Tara and RootBeer….PS you guys really need to update! CRYS LOUDLY!