HEY GUYS, I'M SORRY FOR THE DELAY! Anyway, this is a chapter that wrote itself. like, seriously i had very little conscious when I wrote this, my fingers just typed away. have any of you writers felt that way?

Let me warn you now, it gets, i think, intense. a lot of new feelings are displayed. I'l let you guys see for yourself

Disclaimer- I do not own Harry potter!

Hermione rushed to potions, she hadn't had time to go to breakfast. Something was seriously messing with her, she wasn't late...ever. Today she had woke at 15 minutes till class started. She barely had time to brush her teeth and get dressed. And her hair? Forget about it! She threw it into a ponytail and called it a day.

'First yesterday and now today? Get a grip, Hermione!' she knew what her problem was, of course she knew, but she wasn't about to admit it to herself.

Two days, those words had been tormenting her for two days! 'I'm only human, Granger...' Malfoy had said.

Even after the brawl with the Slytherin's, even after Dumbledore had given them a subtle tongue lashing, especially Hermione.

Hermione thought back, as she practically jogged to class, of the situation.

FlashBack

"Such behavior, Headmaster, of which Hogwarts had never seen before!" McGonagall said.

"Its what happens when you let riff-raff like...Muggle-borns, into a high prestige school" Pansy had sniffed, nose in the air.

"You started it!" Harry accused, glaring at Pansy.

"She did not!" Ron yelled, shocking everybody in the room "It was Malfoy" he quickly amended "Not Pansy...or maybe I dunno, I was pushed, you see..." he slowly quieted, cheeks blazing and looking down at his shoes. .

Hermione quickly turned to look at Pansy, eyes widening, when she realized Pansy's cheeks had a slight tinge of pink and a tiny, barely there, smile adorned her face.

"Are you accusing me Weasel? Me? Forgive me, but I believe you were the one who attacked me. Headmaster, Sir, I don't belong here. I was simply caught at the wrong place at the wrong time" Malfoy subtly straightened out his cloak "Now, if you don't mind, Sir, I'll be taking my leave" the way Malfoy spoke was condescending, he was talking down to the very Headmaster.

"Malfoy, I have been told, by a very reliable source, that you indeed were involved in the fray. So why don't you please stay" Dumbledore smiled pleasantly, however it was an order.

Malfoy stayed in his spot. Hermione noticed the visible divide. Ginny, Parvati, Ron, Harry and herself were on one side of Dumbledore's office.

Malfoy, Blaise, Pansy, Tracey and Millicent were on the other, oddly in an eagle formation with Malfoy as the head. How odd.

Everyone stood silent, unwilling to talk anymore.

"Alright" Dumbledore stood from his chair "I need an explanation, I believe I have been patient enough"

"Weasel started it"

"Those Gryffindor savages attacked us!"

"He pushed me"

"Malfoy wouldn't get off Hermione!"

"Stupid little red head tried to make out with Blaise!"

"I did no such thing! They were attacking Parvati!"

"Potter is always causing problems"

"Blaise wasn't letting go of Ginny!"

"Why did you touch my sister?!"

"Shut up!"

"Tracey jumped on me!"

"Keep your hands to yourself, alright?!"

"It was Weasley and Granger"

"It was Pansy and Malfoy!"

"It was Potter, it's always Potter!"

"It was Millicent and Blaise!"

"It was those rowdy, loud, Gryffindors"

"It was not! It was you slimy, pompous, Slytherins"

"SILENCE!" Dumbledore roared, his eyes uncharacteristically angry. "Miss Granger, very unexpected and disappointing behavior from you indeed"

Dumbledore gave her a look from above his spectacles, one that made Hermione want to hide and never show her face. How was she to be head girl now?

"mind explaining?"

Hermione panicked, her gut was telling her to say the whole truth. She darted her eyes to Ron and Harry, they had really been the ones fighting. They both gave her an encouraging nod, they were OK with whatever consequences may come, all her fellow Gryffindors were accepting. She could feel the disapproval of the Slytherins, as she was allowed to talk first.

"What had happened sir, was that Harry, Ron and I were walking to Potions class. Ron and I were pushed twice. According to witnesses it was Malfoy and Pansy-"

" According to Witnesses?! What is this a trial?! Stop making such a spectacle of yourself and hurry up, some of us actually want to get to class" Malfoy snapped from behind her.

Hermione whipped around to face him and glared daggers at him, he took her daggers and shot them right back, figuratively.

"Mister Malfoy! Please be courteous, you will all have a turn to speak. I'm interested in everyone's side of the story. Do go on, miss Granger"

"As I was saying, Sir, we were pushed by Pansy and Malfoy" Hermione's face began to burn, the next part would be awkward to explain.

"Ehm, I, uh. we...we-"

"Go on! Tell him how you jumped on me!" Malfoy interrupted her again.

"Yes, I did" Hermione looked down at her shoes, humiliation finally reaching her on her less than proper behavior. "I was very displeased, he pushed me and Ron. Angrily, I did try and hit him sir" Hermione confessed.

"Tried?!" Malfoy scoffed "I'm lucky I'm not bloody with a concussion!"

Hermione had enough of Malfoy's little comments, she picked up her head and looked straight at him "Yes, but then you rolled me onto the ground and wouldn't get off of me! You proceeded to fight with Harry when he was merely trying to help me" Hermione faced Dumbledore again "It all went a bit crazy from there, sir"

"Very well, I guess the next person to ask would be you, Mister Potter, how did that fight with Malfoy start?"

"Like Hermione said, Headmaster, he wouldn't get off her. Ron and I yelled at him to get off and he wouldn't. I tried to pull him off, as Ron was otherwise held up. Draco punched me, so I -"

Dumbledore halted Harry "No need for the gory details. Mister Weasley, why is it that you were otherwise entertained?"

"Ehm..." Ron's face was a bright red "Pansy began to...squabble-

"Squabble?! I do not squabble! How dare you?! If you think I'm going to stand here and just let you accuse me of-"

"She argued with me" Ron amended keeping his eyes on Dumbledore "I asked her why she pushed me and Hermione. She uhm...she said our ... display of affection was nauseating-"

"Miss Granger! First fighting and now displays of affection with Mister Weasley?! That is prohibited conduct and you know the rules better than anyone else-" McGonagall was aghast.

"Professor, no such thing was happening! We were merely walking to class. We're strictly friends"

Hermione heard various snorts coming from where the Slytherins stood.

"I see. So lets get this sorted, shall we?" Dumbledore proceeded "Mister Malfoy and Miss Parkinson pushed you?" He looked to Hermione and Ron, they nodded in confirmation.

"Pansy and Ron were fighting, is that so?" more nods.

"Harry and Mister Malfoy were fighting because Draco wouldn't get off Hermione ?" Harry and Malfoy nodded.

"So please tell me how this stretches to the houses getting into a brawl that extends all the way to my fourth years?" Dumbledore pointed at Ginny. "You have the floor Miss Weasley"

"Yes, sir. I was passing by with two other fourth years, and Millicent Bulstrode was grabbing Parvati by the braid, I was only trying to help" Ginny's cheeks colored pink but she held her chin up.

"Then Blaise Zabini was trying to...pull us apart, I think. And then Harry left Malfoy to come help me. I believe Malfoy pushed my brother, I can't recall. I was pushed into Hermione" Ginny's cheeks flared red "And then Millicent was trying to provoke me sir, she pushed me. I hit her"

Hermione couldn't believe her eyes when she saw her Headmaster, he looked positively amused.

"So lets straighten this out again. A small push started this whole thing? Where Mister Potter is going head to head with Mister Malfoy and Mister Zabini. Then Mister Malfoy goes after Mister Weasley. Miss Weasley hits Millicent. I think I've got it. Can I know why Tracey and Parvati were fighting?"

"Over Harry" Tracey didn't try to hide it. Hermione tried to hold back a grin when she heard Harry groan and the other Slytherin students hiss in disapproval.

"Lets call this an accident. The Valentine's day dance is coming soon. Remember we're trying to reach inter-house relations. I would appreciate it if no more brawls were started"

As they walked out Hermione heard Dumbledore's chuckles and murmurs of "Not even using wands"

End Flashback

They were excused from potions class that day. Hermione couldn't believe she had missed a class and now she was going to be late to it. She sped up some more.

She flung the door open, glad that she saw no signs of Snape. She passed by Harry's desk first.

"G'morning, Hermione" he said. Hermione glared at him, he might have sent Ginny up to wake her!

Her inability to be rude stopped her though, she gave him a smile. After all it wasn't his fault she was late. When her eyes landed on her desk and she spotted a silver head of hair, it was his fault!

She trudged to her seat, and sat on her chair.

She looked forward to the front of the class. An overwhelming urge to look at his, Malfoy's, face pulsed through her. She wanted to see his face, it felt like a need, it baffled her. She gripped the edge of her desk, what was the matter with her?! Her hand began to itch, she wanted to touch him, to turn him around so he could face her. Biting her lip and closing her eyes she tried to be discreet as she took a deep breath.

Hermione was extremely aware of how close he was, even as his chair was as far away to the end of the desk as possible it wasn't far enough.

The urge to grab him and look at him was rivaled by the urge to want to push him far far away, and still it wouldn't be far enough.

'This...this is a really big problem' why? Cause she hadn't felt this strongly yesterday! Were her feelings for him developing?!

'How is that even bloody possible?! I don't know a bloody thing about him! Bloody hell!' she cursed, momentarily thinking Ron was rubbing off on her.

She turned to look at said Red head as a slight distraction. She could see his back, noticing that he was sitting closer to Pansy. Pansy was on the edge of the desk, but Ron's chair was really close to hers.

Hermione realized that Malfoy hadn't spoken a word to her, not even a rude gesture. Of course, not that she minded. A part of her wondered if he was going to ignore her for another three weeks. Part of her liked the idea, maybe she would stop thinking about him. But a bigger part of her thirsted just to hear his voice.

Sitting in potions class waiting for Snape to appear, but really waiting to just catch a glimpse of the meanest boy she had ever known, the cruelest person that she had ever had the displeasure of meeting, she had never felt so pathetic in her life. She was going to be honest with herself.

'I like him' and the thought made her want to throw up, laugh and maybe even cry, because Malfoy was absolutely prohibited and for many reasons.

One, he wasn't just a Slytherin, that bridge wouldn't be so bad to cross, but he was THE Slytherin. The one who hated Muggle-borns, the one with the rich daddy who had shown his disdain for Hermione many times.

Second, she couldn't do that to Harry. Hermione was suppose to dislike Malfoy as much as Harry and Ron, maybe even more. And she did, she really didn't like him...she didn't before.

And third, all her thoughts were a completely moot because if Hermione didn't like Malfoy and it was only because Malfoy absolutely loathed her. Hated her with a passion. The passion with which he hated all Muggle-borns and so he projected that hate onto her, it was so potent at it's worse that, sometimes, Hermione could even feel it.

Something weird happened as she thought about all that, her eyes began to prickle and widen. Her vision was blurry 'Am I going to cry?'. And Hermione knew she was in really deep trouble.

Clenching her fists she collected herself and opted for looking down at her desk. She was never more glad in her life to see Snape arrive to class.

"Class, today we will be practicing a potion, it's quite advanced. Some of you studied it yesterday, others" his voice became curt "Were otherwise entertained. Will those who missed class yesterday come and get the packet. The questions are to be answered in partners. I believe that those who missed class yesterday, luckily, happen to be seatmates"

Hermione heard Harry's audible groan she would have laughed if she didn't feel the exact same way. She didn't want to work in partners. Actually, she didn't know what she wanted, and then she did. She wanted to stop liking Malfoy, because Honestly, what is it that's even nice about him?

Hermione never thought herself shallow enough to like someone based on looks, but here she was. There was no substance behind her 'crush' on Malfoy, except that he was good looking!

"C'mon, Granger!" He snapped "We haven't got all day, you know" Malfoy's voice startled her. His words passed through her ears, jolts ran down her back at the sound of his voice. She bit her lip harder, realizing that she had wanted to smile.

She had been so pleased to hear his voice that she didn't even realize she had ignored his words. She was still looking down at her desk.

"Are you sleeping?" Malfoy's voice was disbelieving. Hermione heard and before she could look up at him he was already playing with a strand of her hair.

"Hey" he tugged on her curl. "Wake up, Granger! We need a packet!"

Hermione stiffened when one of his fingers poked her thigh Her head snapped up "What?" she was dazed.

Malfoy looked at her, his eyes scrutinizing "Oh for fucks sake" he seemed to have come to a conclusion. "Get out your potions book" he ordered before he walked to the front of the classroom.

Hermione did as she was told, not because Malfoy ordered it, but because Snape did.

She looked up and Malfoy was walking back over to their shared desk. Hermione's stomach started to flutter, her face burned. She hated how uncomfortable it was, how uncomfortable it felt to be around Malfoy, and she especially hated how much she liked the uncomfortable-ness. Disgusted, she realized She could withstand it, just to be near him.

'This is revolting, whats the matter with me?'

She tried to ignore him and opened to page 394, as Snape asked. Snape was relentless now, with hammering healing potions into their brains. Today was no different, loss of limb and how to get them back.

There was a slight disruption, Pansy couldn't find her potions book. Hermione, aware of Malfoy's presence, noticed how he seemed to fidget about a bit.

"Two days ago, I saw some first year throw it into the fire place. He was in a fit of rage, I believe it was something his tutor did" Blaise smirked when he spoke, as if he knew something.

"Blaise if it was you-" Pansy growled.

"Why would I do such a thing. I'm not quite so petty" he smiled pleasantly.

In the end, Ron had to share his tattered potions book with Pansy. What Hermione couldn't believe was Pansy's lack of complaining.

Hermione was reading on a potion that required to grow your bones back. What a useful potion, she had seen Madame Pomfrey use it on Harry during their second year. Hermione had studied that potion for days that very same year, frightened for how hurt Harry could get from a game of quidditch. A weird, nonsensical, irrelevant fact hit her, Malfoy was in that room too, on that day. And for some odd reason it made her smile, she turned to look at him.

'He really is rather...beautiful. Why does it have to be him? Why couldn't it have been Ron. Or Someone attainable, someone nice, someone with a good heart'

Hermione kept on looking at him, watching as his eyelashes hit his cheekbones whenever he blinked. The way he played with his tongue on the inside of his mouth when he was reading. Even the small smirk that appeared on his face when he read something that interested him. His appearance clashed greatly with his personality. In silence he looked like what was expected of an angel.

'I'm being to dramatic. Crushes come and go. And who cares about all that, first I need to become an Auror or a healer, someone that helps people. Then, after, when I do end up with someone, it will be another soul that helps people...Not someone who destroys them'

She sighed. Loud enough to catch his attention. She was caught staring at him.

His eyes wandered all over her face "I know whats wrong with you" he stated.

Hermione's fist clenched and she fought the urge to shiver "Hmm?" was all she could manage in reply, afraid if she spoke her voice would betray her.

"It's rather obvious" He shrugged, Hermione steeled herself for whatever ridicule came her way, she mentally practiced concrete denials. 'No, you prick! I don't like you!' she would go with that one.

"You haven't been sleeping well, have you? Wanna know how I know? you look like shit. Which isn't to different from the Norm" he smirked.

Hermione almost sighed in relief, until she realized what he said. She never cared what others thought of her appearance, she wouldn't change it, she wasn't going to wear any amount of makeup, or make her natural curls into straight strands. She wouldn't shrink her skirts to please anyone. However, when Malfoy said it, it kind of bothered her.

"Except your hair" he muttered "That looks better than the usual birds nest" he looked at her for seconds longer, then looked back down at his potions book.

Hermione couldn't believe what she heard. Did he just compliment her? It made the fluttering in her stomach start up again. She bit her bottom lip, because guess what? She was going to smile again. She felt giddy, she let herself smile.

"Are you done with your reading?" Malfoy asked. Hermione nodded, still feeling a weird high from the slight compliment he gave her.

"Lets answer these questions. And you better wake up, I don't care how tired you are. You're mad if you think I'm going to do all this work" There was the old Malfoy.

Hermione felt a slight relief, when he stopped being pleasant all the unusual butterflies went away. Well, not exactly, they just fluttered a little less, enough for her to get comfortable.

"It's only 20 questions" Hermione spoke.

"You answer 10, I answer 10" he said.

Hermione didn't care, as long as she revised both sheets in the end to make sure the work was correct.

When she finished answering her 10 questions, something nagged at the back of her head.

She knew what it was, the same thing that kept her up all night for two days now.

'I'm only Human, Granger' it was her conscious, she knew what she had to do to rest easy again. It wasn't fair, he had done worse to her, he never felt guilty. Stil she decided it was now or never.

"Malfoy" she said, getting his attention.

"Hm?" was his response, looking up from his paper at her.

"I'm Sorry" she breathed.

He looked at her "If it's for practically breaking my skull yesterday then you aren't forgiven. You're lucky I stayed intact, or else my father would have been here"

"No" Hermione hid a smile at the memory but quickly got back to the topic at hand. She fidgeted with her fingers, looking down at them. She looked back up at him.

Malfoy was leaning closer to her, his eyes looking down at Hermione. It was like he was devouring her, taking in her essence. He leaned in closer. The apology stuck at Hermione's throat.

Her eyes raked the classroom, no one seemed to notice them. Not even Snape. She turned back to Malfoy, now only seeing the blonde hairs on his head. His face was ducked down, his nose was grazing her neck.

"What is it?" he whispered, his voice smooth.

"I...w-want" she couldn't speak. He was extremely close, it was making her wild. Did he notice what he was doing? Was he doing it on purpose just to rile her up?

Hermione didn't know how to respond, she put a hand on his shoulder, stopping him from dragging his nose up her neck, and pushed him back.

He kept looking down at her, a strange glaze over his now intense gray eyes.

"I'm sorry for calling you a Death Eater" she whispered, then looked back down at her questions, which were already completed.

She was clutching the edge of her desk, waiting for a response, any response. She felt squirming and uncomfortable twisting in her stomach.

"Whatever. Are you done with your questions?" he asked.

Hermione let out a sigh of relief, she didn't know how, but she knew that he accepted her apology.

"Yes, of course" she answered, feeling a lot more like herself than she had in days.

"Granger, I can't make it to tutoring today" Malfoy informed, looking at her.

Hermione tried not to slump, because really what she needed was time away from him so she could focus on her feelings, to assure herself this want for him would go away. Plus her mp3 had arrived today and her, Harry and Ron could pick songs out.

"Why?" but she still needed to ask.

"A couple of reasons. First, I have quidditch practice. Later I have a more personal reason that really doesn't concern you. And last, I think I have endured more of you than I can stand, I need a break" was his answer.

The butterflies in her stomach, which had been flapping away excitedly, seemed to have died. In their place was a weird emptiness. The uncomfortable feeling was more pleasant that this. She felt the heat of humiliation burn her face.

Why should she even be humiliated? But she knew why, Malfoy kept confirming to her his disdain.

And even though she shouldn't care and she wanted to not care, she did. And she couldn't stop it. A knot formed in her throat, she swallowed it.

"Perfect. Here I finished" she tossed her paper at him, not revising his work, she quickly stood from her seat.

"Where are you going?" he demanded.

"It doesn't really concern you" she threw his words in his face "class is over"

Just as she spoke, Snape began asking for their work then they were allowed to leave.

She collected her things and walked out of class.

'And it was going kind of pleasant' she snorted at her thoughts 'Malfoy? Pleasant?'

She waited for Harry and Ron to step out.

'Why do I even bother with her? She's such a bitch!' Draco walked over to Snape and handed him their papers. He didn't feel the need to check her work, her worst was more than anybody's best.

He shook his head at Snape. The professor would understand, another failed attempt at being pleasant.

Draco didn't know why Snape kept insisting that he be nicer to Granger. And he tried all the bloody time, she was just such a bitch!

Draco walked out of class, pushing everybody that got in his way. He spotted her, standing against the stone wall. He sneered, it was obvious who she was waiting for, Potter.

'And Weasley. She's always waiting for bloody Weasley'

Draco had come to complete terms with himself just a few days ago, whenever the chance to shag Hermione Granger arose, he would take it without a second thought. He didn't know what it was, he just wanted her, needed her. His want of her drove him insane at times.

Like in the classroom, she had spoken, she had shifted closer to him, her scent had hit him right in the face. That wonderful addictive scent that he couldn't ever deny when he caught a whiff of it.

He had tried to avoid her, but he couldn't. The sweet scent of her skin called to him, he yearned for it. He leaned closer to her, she denied him.

'She is such a bitch' he thought again, as he made sure to walk out with a handful of students. It made the halls rather crowded.

When he got near her, he pressed flush against her and stopped. Towering over her he looked down. He noticed as Potter and Weasley passed by, their eyes searching but never finding who they were looking for. Draco was glad he covered her small frame.

"Mind moving a bit, Granger?" he spoke.

"To where?" He almost laughed when she tried pressing herself more against the wall. Usually, when someone bumped him, he would make sure they never did it again. But this time he was glad, every push and bump he got plowed him straight onto Granger, his hips always hitting hers.

He couldn't help the smirk that twitched around his mouth, he put his face down, his nose once again grazing her skin.

"We'll have to wait this crowd out, then" Draco chuckled when he heard her audible gulp, when he felt her stiffen.

"You can move" she stated in a whispered. Her breath fanned across his neck, he felt the warmth.

He didn't care, he was Draco Malfoy, he would not be denied what he wanted.

"Granger" he spoke, that was all he could say. He pressed his nose against her neck and indulged in her scent. His lips ran against the skin of her cheeks, his hand even went to her hip.

"W-what are you...?" Granger had began, she didn't finish her sentence. For half a second he pressed his lips against hers.

It was different form when he had kissed her before, this time he relished in the softness of her lips, he didn't try to hurt her. He pressed harder against her, the hand on her hip wound around her waist and pulled her closer. He released her lips for a mere second, he wanted to see her face.

"Granger, Granger, Granger" he murmured, shaking his head, and then he kissed her again.

She, Hermione Granger, was addictive and he liked it.

He pulled away again, to his surprise she didn't scream or yell or cry for help. Her face was red, her lips were pressed together and she looked away from him.

"The halls are empty" she squeaked. "And I have to get to class"

"Who are you lying to, Granger?" he smirked, because he could tell, she didn't mind the kiss. And, Maybe, today he could get what he wanted. And hopefully the crazy need for her would go away after he had his taste. "You have a free period, like me" he let his voice fill with silent insinuations.

The arm that was around her waist had loosened, but he wound it tighter around her again, pulling her close, making sure to press every inch of her soft body against his.

"We can continue this, if you want" he leaned in, his mouth trailing up her jaw to her ear "I could tell you want to. Let's continue this in my room. Nobody's there, it'll just be me and you Granger" Draco knew maybe he was pushing this too far. He used his free hand and grabbed the back of her head, pulling her face close to his.

"I want to" he grazed his lips against hers "And nobody has to know. It'll be our secret, OK?" he nodded on his own, confirming it for her. Already he was pulling her with him.

She hadn't spoken, he didn't know what that meant, but it wasn't No, was it?

"What do you take me for?" her voice was a whisper. She squirmed but he wasn't about to let go, he felt like he had her, like he was close to getting between those creamy thighs of hers.

In one swift motion he slammed her back against the wall, she had been willing just a few minutes before! Maybe he could get her back to that stage. He lifted her off her feet, using the wall to keep her in place. He kissed her again, again it was different. She wasn't letting it happen. He settled for kissing her neck, but she was cursing him, the hallways echoed, not to mention they were outside of Snape's classroom.

"Damn it, Granger!" he growled "You fucking cock tease" he accused, letting her drop.

Drop she did, she fell on the floor. He was left with a sigh of Granger's skirt way above her thighs.

"For fucks sake" he slammed his hand against the wall "You are such a bitch!"

She got up, his eyes didn't relent, he let her know he was watching her.

"Why am I a bitch? Because I refuse to be one of the numerous girls you take to bed? Shove off Malfoy" Granger growled, attempting to walk past him.

He grabbed her arm "You're a bitch because I know you like me. You're dying for me inside, aren't you? And still you have this feeling of superiority. Are you fucking kidding me? A Mud-blood think so highly of herself!" he scoffed, his grip tightening around her arm, he wanted to hurt her for making him crazy, for driving him wild with a need for her he couldn't fathom. "You should be so lucky that on this one day I'm feeling desperate enough to take the likes of you to bed" he snarled viciously.

Her face crumpled, he wondered which of his words triggered the hurt in her eyes.

"you're wrong. I don't feel that way at all." she tugged at her arm. Draco freed her, and she walked away. He watched as her curls bounced in her ponytail, with every step she took.

He hit the stone wall again, in anger at his own self, and that was just ridiculous. Why should he be angry at himself?

Something started twisting in his stomach, as he watched her turn the corner, he didn't know what it was but he didn't like it.

He had thrown words at her, he even accused her of liking him. He could laugh at the absurdity if he wasn't so infuriated.

"Wow, Hermione!" Ron laughed "This song isn't very nice, it's even got a bad name"

"Give me that!" Hermione ripped her Mp3 from Ron's hands. The song he had been hearing was 'Fuck u' by Archive.

Hermione was feeling better, surrounded by her friends, the encounter with Malfoy far from her mind. She had come to her room to her Mp3 and blasted it away. Feeling angry enough to create a Play-list called, A Hate for Dragons, because she Knew what the name Draco meant.

"So, Mr. Flitwick sent suggestions for the kind of music we should put on this play-list" Harry handed Hermione a paper.

"Alright, at least 40 songs, depending on the time limit. He wants Slow songs, upbeat music, and by next week Friday." Hermione read from the list.

"Hermione, where were you after potions, you just up and disappeared" Ron pointed out.

Hermione stiffened "I got a head start to the library," she cringing at the fact the she was lying to her friends, again.

It brought back to surface all that went on after potions. The way Malfoy had kissed her, the way she had let herself. His approach, his repulsive suggestion that they go to his bed.

Hermione had thought, naively, for a split second that maybe he liked her like she liked him. Not anywhere near love, but enough to want to kiss her. Hermione snorted, he just wanted to take her to bed. That in itself was a revelation to her, until he decided to throw in how desperate he was for any lay.

'I hate Draco Malfoy, He treats me like his own personal little doll, that he can touch whenever he wants!'

Except, she really didn't. Damn him,she didn't even like him less. She liked him the same. Just liked him. But she was afraid, because her feelings seemed to be developing, she liked him more then she did before.

'But it can't go past like, because I don't know him, because he's cruel and heartless, he likes hurting people'

she hadn't allowed herself to cry, she had wasted her free period doing extra work. She was involved in her classes, she didn't even look his way during Arithmancy, a class they shared.

But now, surrounded by Harry and Ron, she began to get the urge to tell them.

Tell them how she liked Malfoy. And how his words hurt. How he told her he would never like someone like her because she was below him, that to him she was trash. That she wanted more than anything to stop this inexplicable attraction she had to him.

'I must be a masochist' she thought bitterly.

She couldn't help it, his words got to her.

'I'm only Human. I said, I'm only Human...'

"That's a nice song" Ron said "And it's slow"

Hermione's ears perked at the sound of the repeating Melody, it kept bringing Malfoy's words from before to her mind. She looked down at her Mp3 "I'm Only Human" it read.

She clicked the button, Add to play-list: A Hate for Dragons.

She didn't know why, just like she was understanding things less and less as of late, but it made her feel better to add that song to the list she made specifically for him. He had been vulnerable when he said that to her, and it made her feel good, just a bit. Like a small tiny revenge that would never really reach its target.

Please tell me what you think, I'm very unhappy with this chapter, i tried to make it better but i couldn't. I hope there was some development here. Please tell me what you think.

And overall i hope you enjoyed. Also, there is A LOT of Pairings in Harry potter, Lol, tell me which you like more.

Here are the ones i NEED HELP WITH!

Harry/ Tracey/Ginny/Parvati

Blaise/Ginny/Millicent