As I sit on his bed, he just stares at me. "I'm sorry for earlier Granger, I'm just on edge with everything. All these new rules being put into place and everything. You think it's easier on me, being a Slytherin, but it's not." Draco tries to explain. "We are safer not using first names. You know that. What if I call you Hermione in front of Potter or Weasley. Then what? They will think we are friends or something."

"Yea, or something….." I mumble, looking away from him.

"Don't be like that." He smirks. "Our or something is very nice I think. Can we please just enjoy ourselves tonight?" Slowly, Draco leans in, pushing his blonde hair out of his eyes. Merlin, I love those eyes.

"Ok, What do you want to do then?" I giggle, already knowing what his answer is. Slowly, he frames my face in his hand, kissing me deeply. Gently, he pushes me back onto the bed, sliding his hand up my shirt, rubbing my stomach with his hands. His ever so soft hands. Ugh, I hate how I give into him.

"Ok, Stop Draco!" I exclaim. He glares at me. "Sorry, MALFOY, please stop. I need to talk to you about something. Can we please talk about what is going on here for a second. Where are we going with this? Are we a couple? I don't just snog with anyone."

Draco snarls his nose. "We are not a couple, but I'll be completely honest when I say I wish it were that easy to just be like 'Yea, we're a couple.' But it's not. You are muggle-blood, and I can't have that mixing…well…ugh, how do I say this…" Before I can even try to control it, a tear rolls down my cheek. "Oh come on, Hermione."

"Don't call me that Malfoy. Your right, calling me by my first name means you actually have to be alive and feel something for anybody. That just don't happen with a pure blood does it?" I say, as I stomp out of his quarters, tears streaming down my face.