Note: This story has been re-edited as of November 04, 2012. If you have read this story before, I have changed many things within this story from the original and I'd consider for it to be reread. My story also has a book trailer which you may find the link in Chapter 16: A Few Words.

Warning: This story will contain some graphic scenes and strong language at the beginning of the story. Even though this is a romance novel, it has angst. This story is completed. This story does contain some graphic scenes that may be inappropriate for children under 13 years of age. There is some vulgar language, descriptions that may cause discomfort and mature situations. What makes a perfect love story is to have the reader feel like they are the characters and imagine what they would do in these difficult situations. My story might make you cry, angry, frustrated and completely in love. So please, don't bash. You've been warned.

(August 10, 2010)

~Excerpt~

"Let it go," Draco snarled. "If I'm not mistaken, you said so yourself that you wish to not waste a moments breath about what had happened."

He took a step closer to her, eying her up and down with his frozen gray eyes. "Or have you forgotten?"

Hermione bit the inside of her lip and straightened her shoulders in a form of defiance, even though she was nothing more than a wilting tree in comparison to a tower. She stared into his mysterious eyes and wondered if there were any possibilities of forgetting such an event.

Before she got a chance to reply, he aggressively pushed her shoulders. Hermione didn't even register the fact that her battered, brown books had fallen onto the floor. She was far too busy holding back her tears as Malfoy stared at her in disgust. She saw it all, just by looking into the silvers of his cold, dark eyes. Draco positioned his body over hers and held her firmly against the brick wall behind her. A scene like this made all the busy students walking to their next class, stop and watch.

Draco stared down at her with one of his hands on her shoulder and the other on the wall by her head. Since the moment he meet her, she always frustrated him badly. He had no choice but to be this assertive towards her.

"Just pretend it never happened," he gritted between his teeth. His face was too close to hers, making it harder for her to acknowledge all of the students staring at them. Whispers filled the corridor with unease; some debated whether to get an authority figure to break them apart or whether to get some popcorn and enjoy the show.

Hermione couldn't handle it in anymore and let a tear run down her cheek. "I can't," she whispered. "It's impossible to forget and I know that you can't either."

Draco glanced down at her. She was right, he too couldn't forget.