SPIN: STRANGE RELATIONSHIP

Gimme that strange relationship

Never felt pleasure or pain like this

Something so right but it feels so terribly wrong

I keep holding on

"Hermione…"

"No."

"Please?"

"Once again, the answer is no."

"And why is the answer no all of a sudden."

Rolling her eyes, Hermione shut the book she was reading. "Because you are nothing more than a pompous, arrogant git with an ego so large it would not even be able to be contained within the walls of Hogwarts. On top of that, you are a Slytherin, and there is nothing more that I hate than you."

"That's not what I got from you last night. In fact, I think you rather liked me." Draco pointed out, an eyebrow cocked up.

"Yes, well, last night was a mistake."

Draco didn't believe it at all. "That's 40."

Hermione was more confused than ever. "What do you mean that's forty?" Some days she found Draco more confusing than ever. It was usually the times that he was being nice to her as opposed to when he was being his regular ass of a self.

"So far this year you have called what we have a mistake forty times. Once or twice, I can understand but forty is a bit too extreme to be a mistake."

"Then what would you call this if not a mistake? We are enemy's Draco, you and I. We don't like each other, we never have. I'm a mudblood, you don't associate with me. You come from a family associated with you know who therefore I want nothing to do with you."

Draco wasn't buying any of it. Hermione was just afraid to admit her feelings for him, or too afraid to admit her feelings period. That was one thing that Draco had yet to figure out. Was she afraid of what she felt for him, or was she afraid that she felt anything period; after all she prided herself on being a bookworm and nothing else.

"It's a…well it's a strange relationship."

"So this is a relationship now?" Hermione never thought in a million years she would hear that word pass through the lips of the man in front of her. Never the less, she never thought he would say that word and be describing them!

Draco nodded. "How can you say that it is not? After all that we have done together, the late night conversations here in front of the fire, the midnight meetings in my bed or yours…"

"We're not supposed to be like this Draco."

"And yet we are. Yes, I agree with you, you're supposed to be the filthy mudblood and I'm supposed to be the arrogant git but that's not how it is. Instead I find myself always thinking about you, always wanting you, always wanting to be with you."

Hermione paused for a moment, taking in everything that Draco had said. She knew that he was right, from the moment he had started speaking everything had made complete sense to her. "It's so wrong and yet at the same time so right, you and I."

"Talk about bittersweet." Draco muttered under his breath. "I don't get you Granger, you lead me on and make me think you want this then next thing I know you are pushing me away. These mind games are going to be the end of me Hermione and they drive me up the wall!"

"I don't like you!"

"You own me Hermione! Do you know that? No matter what I try and convince myself or do it always comes back to what you want. I can't control it anymore, I'm at your mercy and yet you don't see it. You have no idea because you are too busy with your nose buried in your book or hanging out with the weasel and Potter."

The blood was now coursing through Draco's veins. "One minute I want you, I think about nothing else but you and then you go pulling shit like this and it makes me hate you, makes me remember that you are nothing more than a filthy little mudblood. You don't know what you want, I don't know what I want. One minute this thing between us is great and the next thing I know, it's not great."

"Then walk away!"

"You walk away Granger. If somebody is going to decide what is going on here then it needs to be you. I'm the one following you, not the other way around. You need to decide Hermione, and you need to decide now."

Standing up, Hermione folded her arms across her chest and turned towards the fire so that Draco would not be able to see the tears that were starting to well in her eyes. "I want to think that this is a waste of time Draco."

"What's a-"

"Stop." Hermione silenced Draco as she turned around to face him, staring right into his eyes. "You had your turn to say everything that you wanted, and now it is my time. I don't want to hear another thing from you and I definitely do not want to hear another interruption either."

Draco, knowing that Hermione was dead serious in what she was saying, nodded in agreement.

"Like I said, I want to think that this is all a waste of time, but no matter where I go you are there. If I'm here, so are you. When I go to class, there you are sitting a smug. Smug and handsome. I hate this. It's fear you know, fear that makes me act this way. I'm not supposed to feel this way about you Draco. Everything about it isn't right. This is not meant to happen."

"What's not meant to happen Hermione?"

"I'm not supposed to have feelings for you Draco. The last thing I wanted to do was this."

Draco stood up and walked over to Hermione, resting his hands on her still crossed arms. "The last thing you wanted to do was what Hermione?"

"To fall in love with you, Draco Malfoy."

Draco wasn't sure if he heard her correctly at first, after all it was one of the most absurd things that he had heard had it not been for the conversation they had just had. "Love?"

Looking away from Draco's eyes, Hermione gave a slight nod. "Yes."

"Do you love me Hermione? Or is this just another one of your games?" Draco had to know if she was serious or not. Was this relationship really that much more, or was she just stringing him along again. For all he knew, this was how the golden trio was getting their jollies.

"Not a game." Hermione assured him. There was no way that she could take something so serious so lightly. She would never in a million years tell someone that she loved them when the reality was, she didn't. It was against everything that she was. "I mean it when I say I love you. I'm not sure why, and I'm not sure how, but I do."

Fingers gently cupping under Hermione's chin, Draco tilted it up just slightly so the he could look straight into her eyes. Gazing for a moment, Draco licked his lips and leaned down closing the gap in between the two of them.

The kiss was tender and gentle, much different than any of the others they had really shared before. In the past, it had always been about the sex, therefore the kisses meant nothing more. But now, now there was passion in this kiss.

"Hermione Granger, I love you too."