A/N: Please review this came after a bit of writer's block.

The morning came and she tossed and turned in her bed. She had fallen asleep reading the book he had given to her. It was beautiful, her favorite growing up. She was still in shock from the previous night's events, her dream and waking up to understanding Draco slightly better. It was still early; no one else seemed to be up yet. She removed herself from the warmth of her bed and walked over to the window. The sun was just barley over the rolling hills it was gorgeous. She silently hoped for a good day, considering she would most likely see Draco. She dressed in jeans and an Aerosmith t-shirt.

She walked out of the common room with her book bag over her shoulder. The castle was quiet, she liked it like this. It was calming and peaceful, with a looming war she found herself enjoying little things like this. She made her way up the staircase towards the library. She would most likely be the only on there. She was alone in there so she made her way back to the most secluded spot so she could sit by one of the grand windows and quietly enjoy the book Draco had so selflessly given to her as a 'peace offering' as he put it. She couldn't help but be attracted to him; he made her brain go fuzzy. It wasn't like her to not be able to think out solutions to problems. But around him it was like her brain was on strike and she just had to go with her feelings. She didn't like it at first, being out of control was not what she was used to, but part of her liked it.

She lost herself in the pages of the old fairytale. The young merchant's daughter in the castle, she always loved Belle as a girl. She was shown the Disney film as a child and of course soon found the old tale it was based upon. She wasn't sure which version she liked better, she found herself wondering if Draco knew about the film, most likely not. She again thought of how sad she felt for him reading that letter from Tonk's mother.

Suddenly a smooth sexy voice brought her out of her thoughts. "Enjoying my gift I see." The tall muscular handsome boy stood nonchalantly against the nearest bookshelf. He had his mouth curled into less of a smirk and something more like a smile. It looked good on him, she decided. She noticed he looked a tad paler than his usual alabaster skin, and she swore she saw a hint of dark circles formed underneath his blue stormy eyes.

She was unaware that she had been checking him out with her mouth wide open instead of responding. His trademark smirk was now firmly in place again.

Speak Hermione. She mentally screamed at herself. "Oh um yes I am, I really loved this growing up."

"I'm glad you like it, I'm happier to see that you're not punching me right now though to be honest." His voice was so smooth and deep she felt compelled to hang on his every word.

She was staring at his full lips, lips that had kissed her. The lips she'd dreamt about.

Oh merlin you're pathetic. She thought to herself. "You deserved that punch I gave you!" she spat. That a girl.

He threw his arms up in mock surrender. "Not arguing love. Probably a few more." He walked over to her and bent down so that his face was in front of hers. "Go ahead take another crack at it." He turned his head and pointed at his cheek. He noticed her breath hitch in her throat as he got close to her.

Did he just call me love? Merlin. He's close. He smells so good, sweet spice and woodsy. She caught her breath and held it. For goodness sake Hermione.

"I'm not going to hit you Draco." It felt good to say his name.

He moved his head back a tad and looked into her chocolate eyes. She had said his name. He thought to himself that it had never sounded so sweet in his entire life than the moment it left her lips.

He noticed she held her breath again, she was nervous.
"Do I make you nervous?" he asked.

"No." She lied quickly.

"I'm not going to hurt you…Hermione" He said slowly.

She liked hearing him say her name. "I know that, I mean why would you send me this just to be a prat the next day? I appreciate it you know. I mean you didn't have to do anything. Well you usually wouldn't have, but I guess you wanted me to come to a conclusion with all of the facts. We're both more logical than emotional…usually. I mean I don't think what you did was exactly logical was it, well no of course not it was physical." She stated holding up the book like it was evidence, as she nervously trailed off of her ramblings.

"So you're afraid I'm going to jump you again, kiss you?" He asked her.

"No." she said a little too quickly and high pitched.

"Well since that's it, and it good to know you suck at lying by the way love, I'll make you a promise." He said moving closer to her.

"Malfoy's make promises?" She quirked an eyebrow at him defensively.

"This one does." He stated cockily. "I promise not to kiss you again…" Damnit. She thought to herself.

He dipped his head down and had his mouth next to her ear both their heart beats racing. "Unless you ask me to." He whispered as his hot breath made her melt. He pulled back and moved a stray curl of hair behind her ear. Sending chills up her spine from his touch, as images of their encounter in the empty classroom and her dream mixed in her head.

He moved back and turned on his heal, and began walking away. "Enjoy the book." He said calling back to her.

TBC