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A week went by and the two barley spoke a word to each other. They only could only use a few syllables before almost killing the other. The only words Draco spoke to Hermione were “Get up”, “Drink your potion”, “Turn it down”, and the longest so far was “if you don’t stop talking to yourself Granger then I’ll end your life.” Hermione usually said “die”, “I hate you”, “go burn in hell”, “I want to see you try to make me turn the music down”, ‘Get the hell away from me” and more. Their five syllable fights were usually won by Hermione since she was willing to talk more. The short fights had not been enough to amuse Hermione so she resorted to talking to herself sometimes. Hermione learned that sometimes she could be rather boring.

Draco woke up Friday morning to find that Hermione had already left. ‘Good. That’s one more thing out of my way.’ He didn’t mean it though. Draco had wanted to talk to Hermione today. He wanted to ask if they could at least be civil with each other. ‘Maybe later’.

Draco tightened his tie in the mirror. He looked at the table below the mirror. There sat a vial of potion marked ‘Friday’. Draco picked it up and sighed. He knew he was never going to get Hermione to take it but he would try none the less. Draco set it back down and walked over to the couch. He picked up his bag and headed to ancient runes.

(Earlier that morning)

Hermione rolled out of bed at 7:00. Normally she wouldn’t have gotten up this early, Draco would have woken her, but the last two days that Draco had woken her there had been a huge fight after it leaving her with a headache. She wasn’t in the mood for a headache.

Hermione showered, brushed her teeth, and got dressed. She hated wearing the same cloths everyday. Thank god it was Friday and tomorrow she could wear whatever she wanted. Hermione walked out into the common room and looked at herself in the mirror. Her hair was straight today, it was pulled to one side and flowing down her front.  Hermione looked down at the table that was below the mirror. The potions for her arm sat there. She looked at her now black cast (She put a spell on it to change the color) and then at the potion. Her arm hurt a lot. Hermione reached for the vial that said “Friday”. It was in her hand and she was about to open it when she heard footsteps in the other room. She dropped the potion on the table and left the common room in a hurry.

Classes were over and Draco and Hermione were back in their quarters. Draco was sitting in the Common Room thinking. Hermione’s door opened and she came out wearing shorts and a tee shirt. She was listening to music in her headphones. Hermione saw that Draco was sitting on the couch so she walked to the love seat across the room. Hermione climbed onto the love seat and curled into a ball.

Draco watched her the entire time. ‘She looks so small’ it was true. Hermione was especially small for a girl of her height and age. Hermione took off her headphones and Draco took the opportunity to speak.

Draco opened his mouth but no words came out. He couldn’t think of anything to say.

“Why didn’t you take your potion this morning?” He asked

She looked up and him with a blank expression. “What are you, my mother?”

“No because I look better.”

“Shut up and stop kidding yourself.”

He ignored her. “You’re supposed to take it every morning.”

“I know what I’m supposed to do.”

“Then why don’t you do it.”

They were both angry now.

“Because I don’t have to” Hermione said through her teeth.

“Yes you do have too.”

“Can you make me?”

“I can try”

“Go ahead.”

Draco stood up and ran towards her. Hermione leaped over the back of the couch. Draco blocked her way so she ran in the opposite direction. Hermione looked back and saw Draco right behind her with a determined look on his face. She tripped and fell. Draco leaped on top of her and pinned her to the ground. Hermione struggled with all of her might but Draco had her hands over her head and his legs were on top of hers. All she could do now was give him dirty looks since she couldn’t break free because he was bigger and stronger than she.

Hermione glared at him. “Get off of me” She hissed.

“No” he said simply.


“No” He said again.

“Not until you calm down.”

“You’re the one who attacked me.”

“You made me”

His face was inches from hers. His long hair was grazing her cheek and she tried nod it away. Draco couldn’t stop staring at her lips. All he wanted to do was kiss her. Hermione caught him staring and she looked into his eyes. His eyes slowly went up her face, examining every inch of it until they reached her eyes. They stared at each other for a long while. Draco crawled off of her and stood up. An odd expression came over her face. Hermione sat up and Draco turned around to look at her. “What’s wrong Granger?” he asked with a hint of concern in his voice. She didn’t answer at first, just looked down at her socked feet. She had really thought he was going to kiss her. Hermione leaned forward and stood. “Nothing” She barley whispered. “Huh?” He hadn’t heard her, she had spoke so softly. “Nothing” She said louder then needed and began to march towards her room. Draco grabbed her arm ion one swift movement and pulled her closer to him. Hermione glared up at him. “let go or you might get mud-blood germs all over you.” She hissed at him.

Draco’s voice softened as he spoke. “I don’t care if your muggle born or not, Hermione.” Draco said quietly. Hermione, who had begun struggling from his strong grip, halted on the spot. “Why did you just call me Hermione?” She asked.

“That’s your name isn’t it?”

“It is but you’ve never called me that before.”

“There’s a first time for everything.” Hermione turned and faced him. They just stared at each other. As Hermione’s eyes were locked with his, she noticed that they were not gray like everyone said. They were bright sparkling blue. They were getting closer. ‘Why are they getting closer, they shouldn’t be getting closer.’ Hermione panicked as Draco stepped towards her.

Their faces were now just barley touching. Draco snaked one arm around her waist and reached up to her face with the other one. Hermione’s breaths were jagged but as soon as Draco’s soft finger tips touched her cheek she calmed down. “Yeah” she whispered against his lips “A first time for everything”. Draco leaned forward and slightly brushed her lips. Hermione inhaled sharply, it was like an electric shock.

Hermione looked up and her eyes meet his. She searched them for a long while before she stood on her toes and kissed him back. Hermione reached up and ran her fingers through his hair. Draco kissed her back and held her waist close to his. Hermione pulled away from him.

“What’s wrong?” He asked with his eyes still closed.

“Nothing” She answered. Draco nodded slowly and opened his eyes. Hermione suddenly became aware of what she had done and ran to her room, slammed the door and leaned against it, before sliding to the floor.

Draco on the other hand did not go to bed. Instead he sat on the couch and stared into the fire, thinking. ‘I can’t believe I’ve just kissed Hermione. And after seven years of torture she kissed me back. Even if she ran away, she still kissed me back.’ He thought to himself and smiled.

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