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A/N: can someone tell me how to label this story as Draco/Hermione?

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I was sitting in my room, now grey and blue might-I-add, looking out the window. I soon found myself thinking about Malfoy. I hit my leg hard tired of thinking about him, tired of thinking about how hot he was, but nothing seemed to help to bring my mind off him, nothing at all.

I got up more quickly than expected, and got a head rush, I made my way downstairs to the common room. I didn’t find him there so I looked in his room still no Malfoy, the last two places he could be were our little library or the bathroom, Well if I know Malfoy there is no way he’d be in the library , so I went up to the bathroom and put my ear against the door to hear water running. I knocked, no answer, I knocked louder, this time the water stopped, the door opened, and Malfoy stood there with a towel around his waist and water dripping down his chest.

Oh Merlin he’s hot I thought.

“Are you done in there Draco?” He had a shocked look on his face seeing as how I just called him Draco .

“No, I’m not and why do you want to know anyways, Hermione?” It was my turn to look shocked, but my name sounded so good coming off is tongue.

“Because I need in there, you’re not the only one who lives in this dorm you know.” I was getting frustrated.

“Well, well little Miss Perfect Hermione Granger is getting an attitude with this astonishingly handsome Draco Malfoy.” He sneered.

Even though he was being utterly rude he looked cute, no not cute, sexy, hot, wonderful . I looked up into his eyes leaned forward and kissed his cheek and walked into the bathroom, smiling.

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He was shocked, he turned around slowly but so many things were going through his head at once, whether to kiss her back or leave. He looked at her, she looked back. Draco walked quickly over to her, closing the gap between them, she was pushed against the wall. He placed an arm on both sides of her head, pinning her to the wall with his body.

“Why did you do that Gran-Hermione?” he asked.

“Because I wanted to and I knew it would get you to move.” she said. He was so shocked at this comment his first thought was that he wanted to slap her but his second thought was to ravish her body with his hands and mouth.

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Deep down this is what I wanted. I wanted nothing more than to be kissed by him or just to kiss him. I titled my head to the side and looked at him with puppy dog eyes. He gave in and leaned in slowly and kissed me. Not just a simply little peck, no it was passionate, more passionate than anything I had every felt. A lot more passionate than I would have every thought Malfoy could be. I could actually say I was shocked, I never thought for one second that he would actually kiss me. He stopped looked down at me and then left. I slowly came back to reality and shut the door. I started the water and leisurely undressed and then stepped into the shower letting the warm water cascade across my bare skin. Just the touch of the water on my skin made me wand him more. It was only the second day back and I had already kissed him. I stood in the shower for what seemed like forever and just kept thinking about the kiss and his body pressed up against mine. Had it meant anything or was it just a spur of the moment type thing? Something to prove a point? Tomorrow would be a Sunday since we got her on a Friday and it was already a Saturday, I decided to talk to Draco then about the kiss.

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Draco walked out of the bathroom with the biggest grin you would have ever seen on a Malfoy. He didn’t know why he had kissed her but he had and he couldn’t take it back now, even if he wanted to; which he didn't. He admitted to himself that though the kiss was unexpected it was pretty good. I’m glad my father’s dead or if he wasn’t he would defiantly kill me if he found out I just kissed a mudblood. He slapped himself mentally for just calling Hermione a mudblood. Now that he had feelings for her, well that’s what he figured he was feeling, he felt horrible for the first time he had called her that. He hated the fact that she was here but he couldn’t have her. His body yearned for her badly and not just in the sexual since, his heart ached with the need to have her. His grin faded and he wished he could change everything so that he could be with her. He wished he could put aside the blood value that pure bloods put on everyone, he knew that she was right in her beliefs but he just didn't know how to put aside his 'training'.

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As I came out of the bathroom I saw Draco standing in front of the fire, and wondered what he was still doing up. Without knowing it I started making my way down stairs to him. Apparently he didn’t hear me come out because when I tapped him on his shoulder he jumped, and almost lost the towel he still had wrapped around him.

“Why did you kiss me like that, Draco?” I asked shyly.

“I don’t know, I felt like it I guess. Or maybe because I wanted to do that every since yesterday on the train when I ran into you. Oh and I’m sorry about that, truly I am.” as soon as he had said it he regreted after he saw the look on my face.

“Ok, who are you and what have you done with Draco Malfoy, the Pureblood Bastard who was always calling me names and wouldn’t give a crap if I just all of a sudden dropped off the face of the Earth.” I said.

“Well then if that’s how you’re going to act when I try to be nice to you and show you how I feel then I guess I’ll just start being that ‘Pureblood Bastard’.” he snapped back. This hurt because I didn’t mean it for him to take any of that wrong but that is how he used to treat me.

“I didn’t mean it like that, Draco. You know that. It just shocked me a bit when you kissed me. I mean it’s not something I would think you would do.” Especially when you called me a mudblood just yesterday .

“Well, I guess you were wrong, Hermione. For the first time in your life you're wrong. Because I like you a lot and I don’t care if you don’t like me back because I’ve liked you for at least two years.” This realization was even a hard one for Draco to swallow, how could he have gone two years and not known that he liked someone.

I just stood there in amazement at how much he just kept telling me. On and on about how much he liked me and how many times he had dreams about me and him being together. Me and Draco together. Oh yeah I can see that in the news and I can see my friendship with Harry on Ron flash before my eyes.

“Ok wait. So you’re saying you, Draco Malfoy, Slytherin Prince, like me, Hermione Granger, filthy little mudblood. How is that so? I mean what will your friends think, what will my friends think.” I was panicking I didn’t know what to do and then I felt his hand on my shoulder, and it was like the whole world stopped turning, just this suttle touch was calming. I looked up to find his grey eyes in mine and it was like nothing could go wrong. That is until a white owl flew in the window, there was no mistaking that it was Hedwig. This must be really important for Harry to send an owl and not come and get me. Hedwig landed on the chair next to me and I reached out to take the letter, but he snapped at me and turned towards Draco. Draco took the letter looking quite confused and quickly realizing it was a howler he opened it hurriedly.

“MALFOY, IF I FIND OUT THAT YOU LAID A SINGLE HAND ON HERMIONE YOUR BUTT IS MINE. DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME?” echoed throughout the common room. Draco had a look of something like a puppy getting punished for tearing something up. Hedwig had flown out the window as soon as it was opened. I was shocked and as soon as the howler had torn itself up I made my way to the portrait hole only to find something pulling me back. I saw Draco’s look of concern that made me want to break down and cry. How could he have such a huge impact on my emotions now without me even knowing him.

“Draco let me go so I can talk to Harry,” but he didn’t let go, he held firm. “Draco, I said let go.”

“No.” Draco said with aggression in his voice he wasn't going to let Scar Head and Weasel Breath ruin everything now.

“Please let me go.” I looked at him with the same puppy dog look I had given him in the bathroom. He loosened his grip but still didn’t let go, instead, he pulled me close to him and kissed my lips, then let go. It wasn't as passionate as the kiss in the bathroom but it still left me shocked and I stood there for a minute.

Then he said, “Go before I change my mind.”

I walked out the portrait hole and towards the Gryffindor common room determined to beat the bloody hell out of both her friends.