"Miss me yet, Granger?" he said as he could barley hold himself on the wall next to my door.

"Draco! What happened?"

"You did. Y-y-you're engaged to that..that...that ginger weasel!"

"You're drunk."

"Because of you."

"What?"

"I was in love with you Granger. And you...you went for that weasel."

"Come inside Draco, this is the alcohol talking, again." third time this month I thought. What's gotten into him?

I walked him to the guest room once more. This long walk of listening to him slurring about how much he loves me and how he misses me. I know this can't be true. I mean. It's Draco.

"Here you go, Malfoy."

"This place...llllloooks familiar."

"Go to bed Draco." I said as I leave the room.

The next morning I woke up to find Draco cooking breakfast in his boxers.

"Draco! What are you still doing here! Normally you're gone by now!"

"Granger. I really need to talk to you."

"About what?"

"Us."

"There is no 'us'! I'm getting married, Draco!"

"You don't love him."

"And how do you know that?"

"If I kissed you right now, I'd prove it to you. But my father will find out I'm gone again. And if he found out I was here...phew. What hell would that be."

"Why do you always come back here?"

"Remember our night together? How afterwards you never wanted me to leave? How you wanted to get married on the spot? I said no. And you said..."

"If you ever need me I'm always here. Don't be a stranger. You're always welcome. Draco. That was two years ago! Why now do you care all of a sudden?"

"Because now I realize I let the best thing that has ever happened to me out of my reach. And now I want you back."

"'Mione! I'm home. I smell waff- Malfoy." Ron said.

"Ron...I.."

"Save it Granger. Hello Weasel. I am only here because I came to tell your fiancé how much I love her. And how I want her back. Eat the pancakes why don't you. And get even more fat. Geez Weasel, I'm shocked you haven't had a heart attack or something. You're huge."

"Draco!" I said.

"'Mione. Shush. Let him finish."

"Don't ever do that again! SHE HAS THE BLOODY RIGHT TO TALK TO ME."

"She does not!"

"RONALD!" I screamed. I threw my engagement ring down, grabbed my purse and my keys and left. I call Ginny on these Muggle contraptions called cell phones.

"'Ello?"

"Harry. Give the phone to Ginny. NOW!"

"Malfoy came to your house again, eh?"

"Malfoy! HARRY JAMES POTTER. You give me that phone now! Hello Hermione."

"Malfoy came by last night. Again."

"Drunk?"

"Yes."

"Confessed his love?"

"Yes."

"Leave in the morning?"

"No."

"No!"

"No. He stayed and make me breakfast."

"Did he bring up the...thing?"

"Yes. And Ron came in, right after he said that. And Draco called him fat. And Ron told me not to talk to Draco so I screamed at Ron and threw my engagement ring and left."

"You left my brother?"

"Yes. Er...left the house per-say."

"Do you still, you know.."

"Love Draco?"

"Yes."

"Yes. I do. I am still head over heels in love with Draco Malfoy. The git he is."

"You're driving here right?"

"Yes."

"Talk to you then?"

"Sure. Bye Gin."

"Bye Hermione."