Its a busy day for Hermione Granger as she is met with one piece of big news after another and just when she thinks she has found some peace and quiet a familar face appears.

Hermione and Draco feel as though they are being backed into a corner by their partners. Can they do anything to break free?

Draco has a fuelled evening as two familar faces find there way to him.

     He frowned at the urgency in which she was trying to get rid of him. Hermione quickly pulled a bag of Floo Powder out from her desk drawer and chucked it at Draco. “Get out of here now!” she exclaimed. Draco, still looking confused, stepped into the fireplace and within moments was gone in a swirl of green flames.

He was going to tell her something. He had been prepared to say those three little words that she had been longing to hear. But she had stopped him before it was too late. As she gently rested her head upon the window she wondered; too late for what?

She lay back down and buried her face in her pillow and screamed as loudly as she could before it broke off into sobs. She punched at her mattress madly as her cries became louder, cascades of salty tears rolling down her cheeks. She wanted to die, right there. Just slip away slowly into the ether so she could finally be at peace. Her wrestling thoughts were too much to bear and with each new image of Draco and flash of Ron that crossed her mind she only became more confused.

Draco came behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist and whispered, “Why don’t you stay and find out.”
     The blinds crashed back into place as Hermione turned around to face Draco with her eyebrows raised and a surprised smile on her face. “Was I just propositioned?”