Just want to say that this meeting isn't the first. There's a whole history behind it! But I can't bother to publish them all in order.

Hope you guys like it! Have fun!

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"You deserved it!" Hermione shouted. She stalked angrily passed Draco. The pale faced boy stammered as she reached the door.
"Hermione," he said desperately, for that was the only thing he could think of saying to her, but it was enough to make her stop and turn in the doorway. Her hazel eyes were burning with anger as she stared him down and her hands were balled into tight fists. "I couldn't help it!" Draco was saying. "He started it!"
"I don't care!" she retaliated angrily.
"He started talking badly of mother! How would you feel if he did the same to you?"
A silence passed between them.
"That gives you NO reason to attack Harry while his back was turned, Draco! It was right of Professor Moody to turn you into a ferret, even though it was against the rules."
Draco slumped into a desk in defeat. He stared at his hands before him, his white blonde hair falling into his face. They were in an unoccupied classroom that they had found a few months back. Draco and Hermione had been meeting here for a long time, without Harry and Ron knowing. If they did... Draco did not want to think of the consequences that would follow.
It was then that Hermione approached him and seated herself in a desk opposite him, reaching tentatively for his hand. He snatched it away angrily and glared up at her.
"You're in love with Potter," he spat. Hermione withdrew her hand in shock. Draco stood up dramatically. "You know it's true! You're always cover him when he's in trouble, and you're always with him when he's not feeling happy. If him and Weasley have a fight, you're always with him! And it's just because he survived that attack from You Know Who!" Draco's face softened slightly and he said, "I thought you knew better, Granger." He turned away from her, hiding the bitter disappointment and the oncoming tears.
"That's because he's my friend Draco," said Hermione. He could hear her voice was thick with emotion. "I cover for him because he's my friend. I don't love Harry. And besides, he doesn't need me. He's got Cho Chang to chase after. I thought that we could...could..." Hermione's voice broke and never spoke again.
Draco's eyes widened and he almost turned around. He forgot his face was wet with tears and his eyes were blotchy and red. For that moment he forgot his pride as a Malfoy... not that it ever mattered anyway.
"We could...?" asked Draco very softly. Hermione didn't complete the sentence but Draco could feel she was very close to him. She then wrapped her arms around Draco's thin waist, giving the youth immediate comfort, and she lay her head on his shoulder, her brown hair spilling down onto his chest.
"I'm sorry..."