Prologue:

"Hermione, it'd be best if you didn't mention this to anyone," Draco whispered.

"I won't," Hermione replied.

Draco kissed Hermione's shoulder and fell asleep. Hermione stayed awake and thought about what they had just done. She had given her virginity to her best friend's enemy and smiled. Yes, it was best that she didn't mention it to anyone. Hermione began to get up and get dressed, but she felt an arm wrap around her and pull her back to his chest.

"You can't go just yet, I'm not finished with you," Draco said.

Hermione smiled again and looked at him.

"I have to go," she said.

"No, not yet," Draco whispered.

Draco shifted and entered Hermione once more.

Chapter One:

It had been about two weeks since Hermione had slept with Draco, and she couldn't forget about him. Whenever they passed in the halls, Draco smiled at her, but then sneered at Harry and Ron. Her two best friends hadn't noticed that Draco was smiling at her, but she had definitely noticed.

One day during Potions, Hermione was daydreaming about Draco and sleeping with him again. She was staring at him and Snape had noticed.

"Ms. Granger, perhaps you can tell me where to find this particular ingredient in your book, "he said.

"Draco," Hermione said, in a dreamy state.

Hearing giggling and surprised gasps, Hermione jerked in her seat.

"I'm sorry sir, I wasn't paying attention," she said.

"Clearly, ten points from Gryffindor for Ms. Granger's inability to pay attention," Snape said.

Harry and Ron gaped at her.

"Why did you say Malfoy's name?" Ron asked.

"I didn't. I was thinking about the constellation. You know, Draco the Dragon. I read a book on that last night," Hermione said, easily lying.

"Oh, well, apparently Malfoy doesn't believe you because he's staring right at you," Harry said.

Hermione looked at Draco and he smiled at her. He mouthed "Meet me in my common room at lunch."

Draco was head boy and Padma Patil was head girl. Everyone thought that Hermione was going to be head girl, but over the summer, she refused.

At lunch, Hermione walked to the head's tower and saw Draco waiting for her outside.

"Granger, why did you do that? Pansy asked me why you would say my name during Potions so I had to lie to her," he said.

"What did you say?" Hermione asked.

"That you, like every other girl at this dump, can't resist my looks," Draco said.

"That's not a lie," Hermione told him.

Draco smirked. He said the password to the portrait and looked at Hermione.

"Are you coming in?" he asked.

"I don't think I should. It would be a bad idea," Hermione said.

Draco just shrugged.

"Suit yourself, you'd better go before your boy-toys start to worry about you," he said.

Hermione glared at him and left. She found Harry and Ron in the Gryffindor common room. They were playing chess and Harry was losing, as always.

"Harry, maybe you should get someone to help you with this. Move your knight, Ron's queen is going to take it," Hermione said.

Harry smiled at Ron and did what Hermione said. Ron groaned, but quickly recovered by taking Harry's bishop.

"Checkmate, mate," Ron said.

Harry groaned with fake upset ness, and then looked at Hermione.

"Have you talked to Michael Crowe yet? He's been asking around for you," he said.

"He has? I thought he was Ginny's boyfriend," Hermione said, incredulously.

Harry shrugged, and then nodded to Ginny in the corner with Dean Thomas.

"Oh, that's right, she's with Dean. I guess that it slipped my mind," Hermione said. "I should go look for Michael; he's probably at lunch."

Hermione left and went to the Great Hall. She walked over to the Ravenclaw table and tapped Michael on the shoulder.

"Harry said you were looking for me," she said.

"I was, um… Can we talk somewhere private?" Michael asked.

"Sure, we can go out to the lake," Hermione suggested.

Michael nodded and got up. They walked out to the lake and stood in the shade of an apple tree.

"Well, this weekend is Hogsmeade, and I was wondering if you could go with me," Michael said, blushing.

"Me? You want me to go with you?" Hermione asked.

"Yeah, I do. Why?" Michael asked.

"The only person to ever ask me out was Viktor and that was in fourth year," Hermione said.

Michael smiled.

"You aren't the same Hermione that came to Hogwarts six years ago," he said.

"Is that why you asked me out, because I look different?" Hermione asked.

"No, I got to know you a little better in fifth year, with that whole thing against that horrible woman that Dumbledore hired as Defense Against the Dark Arts," Michael said.

"Professor Umbridge?" Hermione asked.

"Yeah, that's her. Well, anyway, do you want to go with me?" Michael asked.

"I would love to go with you, Michael, but I have e feeling that Ginny is going to be a little upset seeing as how you're her ex and I'm her best friend," Hermione said.

"That doesn't have to stop you," Michael replied.

Hermione smiled at his eagerness to go with her.

"Okay, I'll go with you, but if Ginny makes a big deal out of this, I can't do it again with you," she said.

"Deal," Michael said.

Michael sealed the deal by kissing Hermione's cheek. He smiled and went back to the castle. Hermione leaned against a tree and smiled.

"No one's ever asked me out before," she said to herself.

"I did," Draco said softly behind her.

Hermione gasped and turned around. Draco didn't look like his usual self. He looked a little upset.

"Malfoy, you don't count. You asked me out to your room. This is a date," Hermione said.

Draco didn't smirk or sneer, Hermione saw that what had happened between her and Michael had cut into his heart.

"It hurts doesn't it? Having feelings for someone, then that person doesn't feel for you back? I know how you feel, it's happened to me," Hermione said.

Draco walked closer to her and then sat down. Hermione looked at him with true wonder, and then sat down next to him.

"I didn't do what I did that night for you to leave my life forever. I did it because, because… I love you Hermione," Draco said.

Hermione's eyes filled with tears. She had been hoping he would say that to her one day. But they could never be together, his father was a death eater, and she planned on working for Dumbledore.

"You have no idea how long I've been waiting for you to say that, but you know that we can never be together," Hermione said, her tears flowing freely down her cheeks.

Draco didn't know what to say to that, so he left. Hermione cried silently as she stood alone under the tree.