She nudged him painfully in the gut. “Hermione please don’t do that.” He said calmly.

“Oh, Hermione pleeeease don’t do that!” A familiar voice mocked them from behind. Hermione did her best to ignore them.

“Harry, Reed has a project for us.” She told him.

“Oh.” Harry said stupidly. She leaned in to explain in more depth, for she knew he had not heard that either.

“So if someone wanted to shag the room would change instantly into some romantic/horny setting with me still in it?” Hermione giggled. She looked up at the oak door, and frowned. What if someone barged in here and-

She heard the door knob click against the quiet and saw it turn. She sat up so quickly that she tumbled out of bed with a soft thud onto the ground. The door slammed shut and her eyes bulged at the voice she heard.

“Professor Snape wanted me to tutor some third year in potions.” He lied smoothly. He had really been down at the Qidditch pitch, watching Hermione watch Ron and Harry practice. He loved the way she would smile when they would score a point, or gasp when they almost got hit by a bludger. Always that heartfelt smile for them, but never for him.

“You know Malfoy I think that third year has had enough of your help.” Blaise told him, not referring to the third year at all.

“Oh no.” Hermione muttered. “Quick row us to shore, before it storms.” Draco grabbed the oar with haste, and rowed to the bank quickly. Hermione threw her bag over her shoulder, and jumped over the edge of the boat onto the shore. As soon as Draco was completely out of the boat another roar came from the clouds, and the rain poured down.

“Draco?” Hermione whispered in her sleep.

“I’m glad you’re dreaming of me, love.” He whispered back, and bent down toward her face. His lips planted a long kiss on her cheek, and then moved to her lips. He barely touched her lips though; scared she would awake from its touch. He stood straight again, trying not to lose his composure, and then a soft hand landed on his left shoulder.

Their love could become something after this was over couldnt it? The more he thought about it as he lay there the more the idea seemed more impossible. They could never be together. Never ever, and they would just have to face the facts.

“What? You went behind my back? Hermione that’s not like you What is wrong with you? You’re not the Hermione I used to know Who could you have possibly been with? ” Then suddenly Ron whipped around and stared accusingly at Harry. Harry looked alarmed, and recoiled, not saying a word to Ron.

“No Ron it wasn’t Harry ” Hermione said, and Ron’s eyes returned to her own.

“Who was it then? ” He got even closer, and shook her by her shoulders, trying to get an answer out of her.

"Granger!" He said in a surprised whisper. The words stung her. Granger? What happened to Hermione?

He made a step towards her, she tensed, and pointed her wand now straight at his heart. Licking her lips she asked him, "Malfoy, where are Harry and Ron?" She spat his name like some horrible food she had just eaten.