Author's Note: Sorry for the late update guys! Was busy with university. Here is the next chapter. Hope you guys will like it. Please read and review. :)

At the moment he came forward, her eyes were settled blankly on his face, then went wide for a moment and then settled closed. She pressed her lips back against his, one hand coming up his arms that were around her waist, to his shoulder and then hooking around his neck as she stepped in closer to him. Her thoughts were the same as his, everything from ruin to being perfectly happy never to leave him. Ron and Harry would kill her, but she was happy at this moment.

That moonlit embrace was broken when he stepped back and just looked at her, looking almost cross for a moment, then it settled into a warm look once more.

"Not as easy to walk away from as I thought you would be Gra... um... Hermione." He said softly to her. "So now what?"

She let her hand slid down to his bared chest with a sheepish smile on her face. He just said her name again, it never sounded so nice before.

"Well, now we..." She sighed and turned, resting back against the table. Just gathering her nerve. "Are you feeling anything... here...?" She pressed her palm against the area of his chest where his heart should be, where she always wondered if he even had one.

"Well that was unexpectedly cold." He grabbed up his shirt and started to put it back on, buttoning it with the same skill and speed as he had unbuttoned it, obviously offended, that icy sheen returning.

He might have taken what she said the wrong way, or maybe, more hurtfully, he hadn't. He pulled his cloak over his shoulders and moved away.

Before he could get far her hand closed around his wrist.

"Where do you think you're going?" He was not running away from this the way she had seen him run from so many others. "All I am trying to say is, if you feel anything, anything at all, than tell me. I think it is more than obvious at this point that I like you, but I'm not so sure about you... but if you are feeling anything more, please don't hesitate to tell me, but if not, than fine... leave!"

She let go of his wrist as he glared at her with that icy stare.

"I wouldn't still be here right now if I didn't feel something! Do I strike you as the type to stick around and cuddle after snogging? No! I am usually out of there faster than my father at an Auror convention. So obviously, somehow, I care!"

All of these words sounded so alien coming out of his mouth. It was not like he had always had a hidden crush on Granger or anything, but this whole situation was very odd indeed.

"Well excuse me mister, from what you just said before you didn't make it seem as if you were doing to just disappear." She went back and leaned againhe the table looking at him, a smile breaking on those lips. "So before you do disappear, tell me, how does it feel?"

She was of course talking about making him spit out his feelings, but it could have meant a number of different things, hopefully he would figure out what she meant. He was sharper than she sometimes gave him credit for, so he knew what she meant.

"Bloody terrific." He said, his voice dripping with the sarcasm she had come to know him for. "Let me tell you, I can't begin to describe how wonderful it is to be standing in the library, with one of the Gryffindor Trio, whom have marked themselves as my arch enemies, telling her that she makes me feel kinda funny!"

He huffed and let his shoulders fall, he was so good at being bad that one had to wonder, was there anything left in there that was good?

She rolled her eyes, stood straight again and came closer to him, standing with her right shoulder to his, so her head was near his shoulder, whispering in his ear: "Well, you got to feel it sometime right?" Her hand slowly and cautiously moved towards his, thumb brushing over the skin before she got a bit more courageous and let her fingertips run against his wrist until their fingers were almost locked together. "And don't get all huffy, how do you think I feel, I don't admit things like this easily either."

He let his fingers tangle into hers, just staring at them for a moment blankly. Then he wrapped his long slender fingers around her hand. He sighed softly, lifting her hand to his soft lips and placing them to the back of her hand, and sighed.

"This is where I say, I'm lost."

"Well than we need a map. Because I have no clue what happens next." Her cheeks flushed pink as he kissed her hand, imagine Little Ms. Perfect completely lost in the subject of the heart.

"I'm... Lost..." He uttered in a cute little voice. He was imitating a little blue monster in the Muggle movie "Lilo and Stitch", all wide eyes and cute, and slightly shaking, which he was doing on purpose this time. He leaned in and kissed her neck softly. A little shiver slipped through her as he kissed her, but she couldn't help but laugh at his impersonation. She couldn't count how many times she had seen it with her little cousins.

"Full of surprises." She said softly, but then again, she had heard, that all Malfoy's were more than meets the eyes.

"I had an obsession with Muggle movies for a bit. Went every week with my funding to a theatre. I liked that one, thought is was funny, went to see it two or three times." He announced as if it should be common knowledge. The fact was that his father would have killed him if he knew, but using lines like "blue punch buggy, no punch back" did not effect Lucius at all. He wouldn't know a blue punch buggy if a little blue monster hit him with one.

"Is that why you were trying to find out what a Compact Disk Player was?" She let her head rest gently on his shoulder, eyes closing softly as she listened to him, a little grin spreading over her lips.

She found out new things all the time...after all who would've even thought that he knew what a Cinema was anyway?

"No." He said plainly. "my Charms grade had been slipping, and Professor Flitwick had told me to do an extra-credit assignment on how muggles use gadgets to get by without the use of Charms. I had heard a first year mention something about Compact Disk Player in the great hall, and wanted to know what it was, without having to ask a bloody first year."

"And how does one get into your good graces?" She asked lifting her head and standing back, but she kept her hand locked with his, watching him. He thought about that honestly for a moment. How did one get into his good graces? The fact that it was one of those flirty kind of rhetorical questions surpassed him completely.

"I dunno." He said. Her eyes looked down to their hands still together. Her heart fluttered just a bit at the sight of it. She brought her gaze back up again, silent for the moment, not really sure as to what to say. Evil awkward silence. He hated it, normally he was so well spoken that he just sighed deeply at it and gazed off out the window for a moment.

"So how did you find that little hideaway anyway?" She asked.

"I over heard the Weasley Twins talking about it almost two years ago, then once they left I took it over." He said lazily, confirming what she thought.

"Oh." She looked over at him and tilted her head to the side for a moment with her eyes closed as if she was thinking of saying something, but before they came open she let out a little sigh.

"Well, for whatever just started between us, we do seem at a loss of things to say..." He said, that icy smile playing over his lips.

"Well that is not my fault. You do have that strong silent type persona. And I am just trying to make sure I do not say anything stupid." She said looking off for a moment before slowly bringing her gaze back up to his.

"You won't make a fool out of yourself Hermione." He said softly. He stood and walked over to one of the bookcases. It was true, she was popular amongst the girls, and even the boys were starting to take notice of her now, she would not make a fool out of herself.

"Well, you haven't seen me around bout that 'make me feel all funny'." She said walking over to him, her eyes moving up to one of the books. She pushed a few more loose strands out of her face and then rubbed her eyes yawning. After all of this she was really tired.

"Maybe we should go back to our Common Rooms then?" It was logical that they did, but the idea and the words left a bitter taste in his mouth to say them. He was not yet ready to leave this place.

"Yes, I think that is a good idea." She was too happy to want to leave him now, but they were in the same school, and if he wanted it there was always his lovely little hiding place to meet in. They could wait a few more minutes though, she pulled out a chair behind him and pushed him down into it, placing herself firmly in his lap and once again pressing her lips against his own.

His icy demeanor melted against her, as he wrapped his arms around her waist. A deep sigh was let as his lips spread against her lips, his tongue pushing against her lips gently. Her lips parted to his, her tongue gently sliding out to rub against his, her arms moving to wrap around his neck, pulling herself into him, both her legs off to one side, but turned her chest and pressed it against his. That tongue moved with serpentine grace over hers, to dance again with the heat of the kiss that started everything.

He pushed harder against her lips, mean while pulling him toward her by her waist. He took her breath away. Just like that. He managed time and time again tonight to spark something in her that she was not going to be able to just let go of. She pulled away from the kiss and pressed her forehead against his.

"You are too much for your own good." She said. "Did you know?"

"I have been told that before yes." He said. A bit of that cocky grin had returned. That should be comforting right, then again, maybe not. He leaned back and looked at her. "And you are not a bad piece of work yourself Hermione."

"I'm going to have to get used to that Draco." She said, a little grin coming from her as well. "At least behind closed doors, or panels."

"Me too Hermione, me too." He laughed shaking his head.

"Well Draco, you are going to have to get used to allot of things." She said standing.

"Is that so, and you aren't I suppose?" He stood too, almost daring her to make all of this seem easy to understand. Daring her to put logic to something this illogical. Daring her to try and put two and two together and come up with any less than fifteen at this point. One slender brow rose, and she smiled rolling her eyes at him.

"Oh you shut up!" She said, a hand went up to brush against his arm slightly, barely making him move.

"I'm not being a smart ass. I want an answer." He insisted. Those stormy eyes were looking rather defiant as he spoke, she knew and undoubtedly loved the familiar fire behind them.

"Well what do you think the answer would be. To know you, you have to be prepared for everyday. Now I get the added bonus of trying to be prepared for a relationship.?" That last word came out slowly. Almost as if she was unsure if she should say it or not.

"Relationships are not prepared, snogging is not planed, the crazy thing about human emotion Hermione is that when it starts moving it snow balls! There is not preparing for what just happened, or what might happen from here on out!" He was not yelling, no rather it was a simple statement with some feeling behind it. A rather profound one for the ice cold boy most were sure had a rock where his heart should be.

"Well I know that you can't be prepared for it, but with you, already in just a few hours, I've seen you do things I would never expect. And I would rather not go through the same thing of 'oh he's got a heart?' every time I see you. I doubt you want me thinking that either." She sighed and turned away from him a bit, almost feeling a little upset as to how he had just spoken to her. As if he had never snapped at her before. His eyes moved to the library floor.

"Listen Hermione, this is not easy for me. Admitting, and showing my feelings, I am not like your friend Potter, I don't wear my heart on my sleeve." He uttered, something in his voice was not as sure as it have been. While there was venom in Potter's name it waned into almost -almost- respectful envy as the words went on.

"Yes Draco, but do you think that it's easier to be pushed away by the ones you want, or push them away before you know how they feel?" She looked back at him, all knowing Hermione, getting the gears in his head to move as he had done to her.

"I don't let people in Granger!" He growled, it was sudden, resolved, and angry. As if one could not argue with what he said. When he was angry she would always be Granger to him. "People who get close to me end up... Forget it Granger! I am leaving." He turned on his heel and began to walk, but before he got three steps she got in front of him, bringing her eyes up to meet his.

"For someone who doesn't let people in, you have an awful lot to say about the subject." And with that she turned and walked away from him, her robes billowing down the hall as she went as she brought her pace up to a near run. How could she think he would ever change? And for her? No she must have been crazy. And even though what he had said have been cruel, it didn't make walking away any easier, and even though he hurt her, she didn't know if there was room in her heart to regret what they'd done, or if there was enough reason in her mind to let her.