He sat staring at the Gryffindor table. Hermione Weasley? nah. Hermione Malfoy? 'Mione Malfoy? Hermione Granger-Malfoy? Yea, that sounds right he thought to himself. Hermione and Ron had been dating for almost a year, but Draco and Hermione loved eachother unknowingly to the other.{Hermione loved Draco but Draco doesnt know. Draco loves Hermione but Hermine doesnt know. Just for you knuckleheads:P}. When class was dismised, 'Mione and Draco went their seperate ways as usual, but Draco stopped and followed her.
"Hermione! Wait! Can i talk to you?" he yelled after her. She told Ron to go on and she'd catch up.
"Sure whats up?" She aked, looking into his silvery eyes.
"Promise not to laugh?" He asked her.
"Promise. Just tell me" She replied with a smile.
"Well i kinda fancy you. Do you like me too?" He asked her.
"No, I dont." She said back. He looked down.
"oh, well im sorry... I-" he started to say.
"I dont like you.."
"I know 'Mione. We established this-way to break a guys heart." He complained.
"No, I love you." She said, leaning in to kiss him, but before her lips met his, Draco spunn her around, pressed her against the wall, and kissed her passionatly. When he pulled back, he whispered in her ear.
"Weasel wont find out about this will he?" He asked her.
"Official Mistress." She said back, walking towards Gryffindor common room.