I got some nice reviews quite quickly and as most asked for more, I decided to indulge them

I got some nice reviews quite quickly and as most asked for more, I decided to indulge them. This is for all of my reviewers. A note, however, I do not have a beta so everything has been proofread by me only. So all mistakes can be blamed on me.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters, only the plot I have placed them in.

Draco gasped with surprise and joy. Inside his mind he rejoiced. Finally the girl he now knew he loved above all others had kissed him. Of her own free will. But wait. She was really just upset that it was Valentine's Day. Of course, why hadn't he seen it before? She was merely distraught and looking for comfort. That didn't mean she actually cared for him. Sure, girls had been throwing themselves at his feet since puberty but this spectacular Gryffindor had hated his guts for years. That wouldn't change over the semester they had been Head Boy and Girl.

Upon realizing this, Draco pulled away abruptly. He got up off the bed, ignoring Hermione's whimper completely. He backed away towards her door saying

"Sorry Granger. I'll…uh…be going now. Pansy said she wanted to meet me for a little Valentine's surprise."

He then turned and walked out of the room, not wanting to face her reaction when she realized what she had just done. He knew that once she came to her senses, she'd be mad and disgusted with herself for kissing Malfoy. So he left. He walked back to his room and slumped on his bed, dejected. Though he had walked away because he didn't want to take advantage of her, he also didn't want to see the fury and rejection on her face when she would have ordered him to get out. Though it killed him to leave her when she was so sad, he honestly believed it would be what she would have wanted.

Thinking it through, Draco knew he had made the right decision. Whether or not he liked it was another question. No. Not even a question. Draconis Black Malfoy knew that he downright hated his decision with every fiber of his entire being. He lay back on his bed and resigned himself to spending yet another Valentine's Day alone.

Hermione pressed a shaking hand to her lips, marveling in the tingling after feeling throughout her whole body. Never before in her life had she felt like this. Of course, being an imaginative girl, she had often wondered and dreamed about her "Prince Charming". She had also dreamed that when they kissed, it would be absolutely magical. She laughed at the irony. Here she was, comparing the fabled "True Love's Kiss" with a quick make-out session between her and the one and only Slytherin Malfoy. Who would have thought?

She laughed again, though not without a trace of bitterness. Who would have thought that the very reason she was crying this Valentine's Day was because she had no one, but more specifically, The One. The boy she had fallen in love with in third year, the boy would, and could make her cry with only a few words. Hell! She realized he had made her cry again. No one would ever have guessed that she, Hermione Jane Granger, Gryffindor's know-it-all Princess was in love, not just crushing on, but in love with Slytherin's Prince, the boy who had made her life miserable for years, the one and the only, Draconis Black Malfoy.

Now in seventh year, she had watched and loved him from afar for close to three years. (It took her a year for her initial crush to deepen.) Never, not once, had she even contemplated if he returned her feelings. So she did nothing, oftentimes crying herself to sleep as the most romantic day of the year drew near.

And then finally, on THE day, he had come in, comforted her, called her "love", kissed her, and walked out. Though she had thought him sincere, his parting comment hurt more than she could bear, and suddenly she was furious.

Spluttering she rose, far to angry to speak coherently. She threw on her blue robe and stalked out into the common room, unaware of Draco's open door.

"Damn him!! Who the bloody hell does he think he is? Coming in like that, kissing me, getting my hopes up that maybe someone might like me in this godforsaken place, and then going off. He's probably off with that slut Parkinson laughing his ass off at how gullible the bloody mudblood is right now!"

She stormed over to the fireplace and sat heavily on the maroon sofa. Her voice quieted, but Draco, who by now was standing at the top of his stairs watching Hermione rant, was still able to catch the next words.

"How stupid am I? To think that for one moment, maybe he loved me back?"

Her voice rose wistfully at the end of her question and hearing it, she broke down and sobbed into the couch. Before, when Draco had first heard her crying in her room, he had thought nothing could sound more heartbroken. He quickly revised this opinion upon hearing her keening cries of grief now, emitting from her muffled face.

Stunned, he hesitated only a second longer, before running down the stairs.

He opened his mouth to speak, but feeling slightly overwhelmed, closed it.

He tried again "Hermione?"

Her reply was instantaneous and nasty, though he knew she had every right to be.

"What the bloody hell do you want Malfoy? Just go away and leave me alone you bloody bastard!"

"Hermione, I…."

He stopped. Beyond angry now, she stood and waved her arms about screeching.

"Just shut the bloody hell up!" she screamed

"Leave me alone!" and with that, she slap him

Draco was stunned, though he realized he had it coming and should have expected it. Then the pain set in. He swore and sat down on the green armchair adjacent to the sofa Hermione was once again lying on. His hand went to his flaming cheek to attempt to sooth it. He remembered when she had slapped him in third year, but that had hurt nowhere near as much. Because now, he had actually done something to hurt her. And they both knew it.

Slowly, tears started pouring down his face as he realized the enormity of his actions. He had played with her and then backed out, like a coward. And to make it all worse, he had insulted her badly, again. Bruising not only her pride, but her confidence and love too.

Draco realized just how badly he had messed up. And it almost broke him. But one little thing, one small part of his mind rejoiced. For he now knew that she loved him back.

So he decided fine. If he loved her and she loved him, then why couldn't they be together? He knew that he had just about destroyed his chances with her by saying those few words, but he hoped that maybe, just maybe she would give him one more chance. So with that in mind, he stood up, gathered his courage and opened his mouth.

Ha! Leaving you readers with a cliffhanger. Don't worry; I'll be updating this pretty quickly as it is now summer break (finally) and so I have more time. But I won't update until I get at least 5 reviews. Your choice. Also, should Hermione accept his apology immediately and have a quick happy ending, or should she refuse to listen to Draco's pleas?

Thanks for reading!