A/N - Okay, so I was just re-reading this, I'm now on chapter five by the way, but um, yeah I reread this and thought, Oh my goodness. It seems so… poorly written. I dunno. I think the rest is written better. I just, don't really like this chapter. Other people do though, but hey. Please read the rest, even if you don't like this chapter, I swear it gets better. I'm not saying this is DREADFUL, but, well, okay. I'll just let you guys decide.

Disclaimer - Although I wish I were, I am not JK Rowling, nor do I own Harry Potter, or any of the characters I write about. Don't sue me, I'm not claiming any of them.

This is set in 6th year because I don't like writing after the 6th book. It's hard to write about anything but the battle.)

(This is my first fan fiction I've ever written, so please be constructive on the reviews!)

Present Time

"Fine! If you don't like listening to me, then I won't bother talking to you anymore!"

"Hermione, wait! I didn't mean it like-" Ron started to say, but Hermione had already stalked off. It was only the second week of term, and Ron was sure they'd had at least six fights already.

Man, she's been getting so edgy lately. I wonder what's got her wand in a knot? Ron thought to himself.

Three Weeks Earlier

Hermione had just stopped by Flourish and Blotts to pick up her schoolbooks and was now sitting outside the ice cream shop eating a delightfully refreshing chocolate ice cream cone. It was quite warm out, considering it was late August, and her ice cream was beginning to melt.

She swiped a long drabble of chocolate off the side of her cone with her finger and was about to lick it off, when suddenly something- or someone -gently grabbed her hand and licked her finger for her. In shock, Hermione was speechless. She looked up to see who this finger licking stranger was, and saw none other than Draco Malfoy.

Boy, has he changed! And his hair looks so great! Wait… what am I thinking!? Hermione thought subconsciously.

And, as Hermione had said, Draco had changed dramatically over the holiday. His blonde hair was no longer greasy or slicked back. It was now falling freely into his face and his eyes looked, (gasp could it be?), human! There seemed to be a soul staring back at Hermione, not the usual sunken eyed sneer she had become so accustomed to receiving.

However, Hermione herself had changed, too. Her figure was well filled out, and she found the perfect way to put her hair up in a loose bun, letting a few playful curls fall out.

She was wearing a brilliant top that fit like a glove on her frame, and she was wearing low-rise jeans that made her flat butt look oh so curvaceous!

"Hello, Hermione," Draco whispered gently into her ear. It sent chills down her spine.

"Draco," she breathed. And that's when reality sunk in.

"What? No, 'Hey, mud blood,' or 'watch it, Granger!'!?! And what makes you think that you can walk up here and, of all things, lick MY ice cream, off MY finger!?!"

"The same thing that makes me think I can do this."

And he grabbed he half eaten ice-cream cone and licked it in such a suggestive manner that Hermione gasped aloud. Draco grabbed her purse that she had sat beside herself and began to walk away.

"Hey! Give me back my purse!" shouted Hermione.

"You can have it if you can catch me," replied Draco.

And with an unusual amount of spring in his step, Draco Malfoy sprinted down Diagon Alley with Hermione following closely behind. Ten minutes later, Malfoy had led Hermione down an empty alleyway and stopped to catch his breath when Hermione tackled him and snatched her purse back.

In most cases, she would've conjured it back with her wand, but beings as her wand was in her purse she couldn't do that.

She too, was out of breath, so after safely securing her purse in one hand and wand now in the other, Hermione slumped against the wall of the alleyway, closed her eyes, tilted her head back, and began to catch her much needed breath. Of all the days I decided to carry a purse, she thought.

But, quite suddenly, Hermione was forced not to take deep breaths through mouth, but short, surprised ones through her nose, for Draco Malfoy was kissing her!

But she didn't push him away. In fact, she rather liked it. She began to kiss him so fiercely she surprised even herself. She had no idea how much she wanted him. Wanted his warmth, his touch, his…

He began to slide his hand up her shirt and moved his lips to her neck, giving her playful little nibbles here and there and between kisses he said, "I've been waiting- since I first- first saw- you on the- the

train to do- this. I- only played- played up to- my pure-blood- reputation because my - father, would- would kill me- if he - knew I - I loved you!"

Hermione pushed him away in wide-eyed shock, blinked, then kissed him more passionately than before. She then picked up her purse, straightened her shirt, and walked back into Diagon Alley leaving Draco more confused than a newborn puppy being thrown outside to pee.

Back to Present Time

I cannot BELIEVE Ronald! I ask him one question and he goes off about how he doesn't want to talk to me because he was in a discussion about how to get Lavender in bed. Didn't mean it like that my arse…

"Just because I've been taking a little time to myself does not mean I'm avoiding you, Ronald! Honestly, you act like you're my boyfriend or something. Just leave me alone!"

And with that, Hermione left crying and ran up to her dormitory slamming the door behind her.

"You had better go and talk to her, mate," Harry said to Ron.

"But why should I? Every time I try, she gets all emotional. You know I can't handle that!"

"Yeah, but you love her, don't you.?"

"Yes, but it's not like she'll ever love me back. I think she hates me…"

"But she's never going to get over it if you don't talk to her," reasoned Harry.

"I suppose…." Ron sighed.

End Chapter One