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Hermione woke up about 30 minutes before dinner started. She sat up in her bed and everything started coming back to her. How she and Draco were so… close. And how she had been all those things about him… It was hard for her to believe but she knew it had happened.

Her only question was why.

Draco didn't want to go to dinner anymore. He had tried thinking of Christmas. But then he wondered if Hermione would be lonely and if he should get her a present.

He had about screamed out loud at these thoughts. "GET GRANGER A PRESENT!?" He looked down at the floor. His eyes saddened. "What is wrong with me?" he whispered. Draco rubbed his eyes and walked over from his current inhabitance of his bed, to his trunk to pull out new robes his mother had gotten him as an "I'm-sorry-you-can't-come-to-Fiji-with-us" gift.

He sighed and slipped the new robes on. The soft fabric felt good on his bare skin. He stood there for a while admiring the feel of the fabric and the appearance of the green and silver Slytherin pendant that was imbedded in the fabric. He suddenly heard a loud rumble in his stomach.

"Fine, fine. We'll bloody eat something. It'll be all your fault if I upchuck. And over these brilliant new robes. What a shame it should be." Draco then started cracking up. "I have officially gone mental. I have started talking to internal body organs."

He laughed once more and headed down to the Great Hall. He just hoped he wouldn't have to deal with Granger. He might be sick if his thoughts wondered off to places that they do not belong.

At dinner, Dumbledore didn't give much of a speech. All he said was-"To the fellow students that stayed in our school over the break. We have a special arrangement. The 1st and 2nd and 3rd years from all houses will sit together. The 4th and 5th years will sit together. And the 6th and 7th years will sit together. Since there are no 6th, 1st, or 4th years here, a couple years will have the tables to them selves. And I recommend you sit close. The outer sides are quite grumpy."

There were many moans from Gryffindor and Slytherin from hearing this news. The loudest came from Hermione and Draco. They were the only two at their whole table. And they had to sit ACROSS FROM EACHOTHER!!??

Draco was starting to hate his ability to communicate with his organs.

"I fucking hate you stomach. I hope you keel over. But actually I don't because then I would die. But I do hope that when I die, ill go to the good place and you'll go to hell because you did this to me." He muttered under his breath. Staring at his torso the whole time.

Hermione sat in the middle of the Hufflepuff table and started putting fruit on her plate and filling her cup with pumpkin juice. All the while staring down, as to not look at Draco.

Draco sat across from Hermione. He tried not to look at her for the longest time. Then they both grabbed the same piece of bread.

Draco looked up through his bangs (He didn't bother gelling his hair back anymore.).

"Um. You can have it if you want. Plenty more down there." He mumbled, looking back down as he caught her eye.

"No it's alright. I don't need the carbs anyway…"she muttered, looking for a lifeline.

Draco, regaining his Malfoy-ness, looked at her straight on and smirked.

"Am I so entrancing that you can't even look at me Granger?"

Hermione's head shot up and she glared at him.

"Draco. If we weren't in the Great Hall, I'd punch that smirk of you arrogant, egotistical face." She growled silently.

"Threats turn me on Hermione. And since when do you call me Draco?"

"Shut up. The last thing I would want to do is turn you on. And it was an honest mistake, Malfoy, I won't do it again. You self-centered arrogant death eater prat."

"I AM NOT A FUCKING DEATH EATER HERMIONE… I MEAN GRANGER!"

Draco's face was surprisingly… red.

"I...I... I'm sorry Malfoy. I just… well, id better go."

Hermione stood up and headed towards the doors.

"WAIT HERMIONE… I MEAN GRANGER!!!!" Draco yelled.

He started running after her; he burst through the doors and caught up to her in the corridor. He grabbed her hand (on accident) and stopped her.

He twisted her around.

"Hermione, why did you run away?"

"Why did you follow me?"

"I… I don't know. Well because I yelled at you and I didn't mean to, I didn't want you to be upset, it's just that…"

"Why would you care if I was upset?" she asked. Looking up into his blue-grey eyes.

"I…I don't know Hermione. I just… I don't know. It isn't fun when you upset anymore. And I'm tired of being a git to you. I mean, the other day in the library, I started thinking about your eyes and…"

He had finally let go of Hermione's hand and turned and put both his hands on the wall, and leaned against it.

"Draco…" she walked up to him and put her hand on his back. He turned his head around. She grabbed his arm and made him turn around. He pulled her into a hug after a few moments of staring. "Hermione."

Draco brought his face close to Hermione. They sat like that or a few minutes. Then, he kissed her gently on the mouth. She kissed him back. The kiss was very gentle and passionate. After 5 minutes. They came up to breath.

"Draco I…" Hermione started.

"I know. We can't be "together" because of what we've been through, but you still want to be friends. Am I right?"

"How did you…"

"You're an open book Hermione." He kissed her sweetly. "But that's ok."

"Draco…" she hugged him very tight. They stayed there for a few minutes.

"I'm guessing it's about time for curfew. We've been out here a while." She said laughing.

"Well, I'll see you later then friend."

"Yea, see you later."

Later that night Hermione received an owl. It stated:

Dearest new acquaintance Hermione,

Meet me by the lake tomorrow. We can walk around and stuff.

Two hours after Breakfast.

See you then.

Love… I mean… damn this inerasable ink, ugh

Sincerely yours… ugh no.

From,

D.Malfoy

P.S. I'm glad we are acquaintances.

P.S.S. You're a good kisser. Just so you know. and this is where I should be smirking. ha-ha.

I'm sexy and funny. Don't you love me?

Hermione laughed out loud at the letter (which she read 12 times). She would definitely meet him there, and she would like talking. She blushed at the the "love" part. And she blushed when he said she was a good kisser. Let's just say, Miss Hermione Jane Granger fell asleep with a smile on her face.