No One Heard Him

Chapter 1

How It All Began

"No Draco stop!" Hermione was now sobbing. "Draco you can't do this to me! I love you! I still love you!"

"No Hermione, I don't love you anymore."

"No!"

Draco watched her get dragged off in the rain. Kicking and screaming for her life. A single tear fell from his left eye. "Don't kid yourself Hermione. I do and always will…love you."

But no one heard him.

10 months earlier

Hermione woke up to her 16th birthday, her heart punding with excitement. Ginny was watching her from her bed. She smiled seeing that Hermione had finally woken up.

"Happy Birthday! Here."

"Silk! Wow pink silk pajamas."

"Do you totally love it?"

"Yes! My pajamas are so itchy I've been wanting new ones"

"I know, I've been watching you sleep and it's been killing me. I almost gave them to you early."

"Well I wish you would have." The girls giggled and went into the common room. Harry and Ron were sitting on the couch both each had a present in their hands. They stood up at the same time trying to had their present to Hermione first. She grabbed Harry's. Inside was the prettiest snow globe she had ever seen. "Thanks Harry." She gave him a big hug. Now it was time for Ron's, she had been waiting for this for a while. "Socks? Again?"

"And this time they aren't used." Hermione put her presents aside and started to leave the common room.

Ginny whispered to Ron on the way out. "Way to kill a moment, huh?" Ron shoved her playfully and they all went down to the Great Hall for breakfast.

On the way down to breakfast they bumped into Draco, literally. But when she was free she found a note in her hand.

Meet me outside Astronomy Tower at 9.

Happy Birthday

-Draco

All throughout breakfast she kept glancing over at Draco, wondering what in the world he could be thinking, but he never once looked her way.

It was 9 O'clock and Hermione was pacing in front of the Astonomy Tower. Soon Draco showed up. "Ah Granger, I see you've arrived."

"What's this all about Malfoy?" She gave him a look of disgust.

"I've decide to take use of your ability to achieve high marks."

"You want me to tutor you?"

"Nothing gets past you does it?" Hermione rolled her eyes. "Look you are the smartest girl I know, and definately the most fun to mess with so-"

Hermione walked off down the stairs. Draco caught up with her and grabbed her arm. She turned around, got up to his eye level and spoke softly and firmly. "If you ever touch me again I will beat you so hard you'll be in the hospital wing for a month." With that she walked away.

It was two days before Draco tried asking for Hermione's help again. He had cornered her in a hallway while they were alone. "Look Granger, I know I offended you or whatever, but I need your help."

"Why my help?"

Draco swallowed. It was hard for him to say this. "I respect you."

"Don't give me that crap." But then she looked into his eyes and saw that he was sincere. "Alright, I'll help you. How often?"

"Once a week is good."

"Every Tuesday, library, 4 O'clock. No one is ever in there at that time."

"Perfect." And they went there separate ways.

The first five weeks involved nothing out of the ordinary. But on their sixthi meeting something strange happened. They were discussing love potions, as that was what Snape had discussed in class the day before. Hermione was talking to Draco though she was staring at the book that lay on the table in front of them. Draco, however, was staring at Hermione. "It says here that for most love potions to work, the one brewing it has to be truely in love, not in lust. So I guess that means practicing won't be successful for us." When Draco didn't answer she looked up. She jumped back suddenly, not expecting the gaze coming from his eyes. It was soft, something she had not thought he could possibly muster. "Draco?"

That made him lose his concentration. He shook his head as if to shake off a bug. "What did you just call me?"

But before his sentence was finished she had put her hand over her mouth. "I don't know what came over me."

Her utter distortion made him laugh, and when that made her angry he stopped. Not because he didn't want her to be mad at him, but because it simply froze him in place. Her anger was somehow welcoming. Before he knew what he was doing he was kissing her, softer than he had kissed anybody. But the real shock came when he realized she was kissing him back.