A Rose By Any Other Name…

– Chapter One –

Summery: A rose by any other name would smell as sweet.

Disclaimer: Wait…goes to check birth certificate…Nope, my name's not J.K. Rowling…

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Hermione's POV

As Head Girl I patrolled the corridors some nights while Draco, the Head Boy, patrolled other nights. To say the least Draco and I are friends and we use the term loosely. Why? The simple answer is I'm a Gryffindor and He's a Slytherin, the two houses have had a rivalry for some time and as Ron would say there is simply no-

"Fraternizing with the enemy."

I know it is petty of us to act this way but we really have no choice. The Slytherins are down right crude not to mention nasty. I can't stand them! They leave a bitter taste in my mouth.

Take a deep breathe…in and out…I'm okay…sorry about all that.

On another note, I'm dating Ron and have been for three months. It's wonderful. I love him so much. I know he hasn't directly told me that he loves me but he'll come around I just know itSigh I check my watch, it's near midnight, turning to leave, and label this night a lost cause, I hear a rattling at the end of the corridor, it's coming from the broom closet. I shudder. Draco loves to find couples but I hate it.

Slowly turning around I approach the door of the broom closet, I swing it open and fall to my knees crying, my wand clutched in my fist. Inside was someone I never thought I'd catch snogging with someone in a broom closet. It was none other than Ronald Bilius Weasley.

"Hermione?" Ron breathed as he pulled away from his partner in crime.

"How could you do this to me?" I shrieked.

"You don't understand…" He pleaded.

"No, I think I understand perfectly." Giving him a cold glare.

"It's not what it looks like…"

"Then what exactly am I seeing?"

He stayed silent.

"Come on show her to me, show me what she has that I don't!"

Out of the darkness emerged Luna Lovegood.

"I see now, Ron, you picked a lunatic over me!"

"SHE IS NOT A LUNATIC!" He bellowed.

"Then what does she make you feel that I didn't?" I spoke softly, "Huh, Ron, huh!"

He mumbled something.

"I can't hear you, damn it!" I screamed in anger.

"I said, 'I love her'."

I slapped him across the face, leaving a red handprint on his pale skin.

"You…you…you bastard." I stormed away with a shocked and bewildered Ron in my wake.

As I entered the Head Boy and Girl's common room my day got worse as I saw Draco sitting on the couch in front of the fire.

"Granger." He greeted me.

"Malfoy." I said a little ticked off.

"What's with the hostility?"

"Nothing."

"Really," He mused as I tried to escape to my room, "then why do you have tear stains on your face?"

"Okay, it's Ron, are you happy now?"

"Weasley, really?"

"If you must know," He turned to look at me, "I found him snogging Luna Lovegood."

He laughed, "That's rich, are you sure it was Loony Lovegood?"

"Quite." I said stiffly.

He laughter grew louder.

"Is that why you were so interested about why I was upset?" Tears making a path down my features, "So that you could laugh at me."

I turned to go up the stairs when I felt a hand on my forearm stop me. He spun me around, I gasped at his strength. Now face-to-face, he whispered:

"Not at all." He let go of me and walked towards to couch.

"I thought he loved me." I whispered and he turned around.

"Weasley is nothing more than an inconsiderate bastard."

"I know." I sniffed, "I just want to…want to…" then I made a series of violent hand gestures.

He chuckled and took a step towards me, "I know what you mean."

Taking a step toward him I said, "I just want to…to…" And in taking another step forward we were again face-to-face, "to forget about him."

"Then why don't you?" He whispered as he brought his lips down and captured mine.

I stood still as I let what was happening to me sink in, then I leaned into the kiss and let it take me away. It was like nothing I had ever felt. It was gentle yet rough, it was calm yet frantic. It was amazing. As he pulled away a soft sigh escaped my lips.

"Wow." He whispered, "I have some bad news for you."

"Hmm?" My face was on his chest.

"We have to keep this quiet."

"Why?"

"Well, Voldemort could end up killing the both of us for this not to mention my father could too."

"Point taken." Then looking up at him grinning, "It will be our little secret."

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A/N: What will happen next? Will Draco and Hermione get caught? Did the chicken come before the egg? Why does Goofy get to wear clothes and Pluto doesn't when they're both dogs? Opps, went to far.