A/N: So, I decided to continue this story, however, I do not think that this will be a long story, maybe 4-5 chapters, I think... we'll see. But yeah, here you go. Harry's reaction to finding out about Draco/Hermione

Disclaimer: Totally forgot to mention this last chapter, but I do not own Harry Potter, if I did then Hermione would be with either Draco or Harry, Harry would either be with Hermione or Luna, Ron would stay gone and Molly, Ron and Ginny would stop being so freaking manipulative.

Hermione woke up with a smile on her face. Her eyes stayed closed as she remembered the previous evening. When Victor Krum had walked in with her on his arm, the looks on everyone's faces as they realized that he had picked her, the fun she had from dancing the night away with the famous quidditch player and various other people, the smug feeling she got when she realized that Ron and Harry were sitting at the table looking dejected as she had fun. A frown found its way on her face as she remembered the fight between her and a certain red head. But the smile reappeared when she remembered her last awkward dance, the way her hand felt in his, the way his lips felt upon her own as her hands ran through his blonde hair.

Her eyes snapped open. She kissed Draco Malfoy. She had kissed the boy who had been torturing her and her friends for the last three years.

She quietly slipped out of her bed and into a robe and made her way into the fourth year boy's room. She grimaced as she wade through the mess all boys seem to be able to make until she reached her target, "Harry!" she whispered as she shook him awake, "Harry, please wake up, I need to talk to you!"

"Ugh... 'Mione," Harry muttered, wiping the sleep away from his eyes while grabbing the glasses from the bedside table, "What's wrong?"

"Just come with me," she told him desperately while she pulled the covers off of him, before throwing his robe over him wading through the mess once again. Harry followed his friend with minimal grumbling; he figured that with everything she did for him, well, he owed her. They didn't stop until they reached the common room. "Okay, Hermione, what's up?" he said, yawing once again.

"Oh my God, Harry, I made a major mistake. I don't know what I was thinking. It just happened and... I didn't stop it, in fact, I think I may have initiated it and... Harry! Help me!" Hermione rambled off as Harry looked on tiredly.

Shaking off another yawn he finally asked, "Hermione, it's too early for me to understand what is happening. So I need you to explain what is happening."

"Harry!" she whined, "I kissed Draco Malfoy," she whispered, as if someone could hear them in the empty common room.

That wiped out any tiredness he once had, "What?"

She flopped onto the couch next to her best friend, "I don't know what happened. I mean, I know what happened but... it just didn't click until this morning." She let out a sigh, Harry stayed quiet as she collected her thoughts, "It was after Ron and I had the fight and – oh Harry, stop looking so guilty, honestly – anyway, I was alone on the stairs, I didn't want to deal with the giggling girls in my dorm, and I just wanted quiet. So I sat on the stairs, and he approached me, and we talked... then we danced – yes, danced, don't look at me like that – and it was late, so he offered... well, I say offered, he kind of forced me to agree... to walk me to the tower. And I let him. We talked, and he apologised, and then... we kissed."

They sat in a stunned silence, "Did you like it?" Harry finally asked after a couple of minutes.

"Excuse me?"

"There's something in the way you told that story, you aren't telling me everything, and I just took a guess," he sounded apologetic, "I'm sorry if I overstepped,"

Another silence filled the air, "I did," she whispered, "Harry, there was something about him last night that was... different about him and... it was something I liked,"

"You don't know what happened?" Harry guessed. She let out a little laugh, but nodded, while the tears started to build up in her eyes. "Hey," he whispered, pulling her close to his body, his arms wrapped around her shoulders, "don't cry okay? I don't blame you. You happened to see a side of him we aren't able to and, I guess, felt an attraction to?" She just nodded slowly, as if just realising it herself. The tears slowly started to fall, caught by the wizard's robes.

They stayed in that position until people started to trickle down from the stairs, "Come on, go get dressed, we'll go down to breakfast," he offered, pulling her up.

"What about..."

"Ron is still probably asleep, I promise, today, I am yours," He gave her a soft smile which she returned.

"Malfoy! I need to talk to you..." Harry called out when he noticed the Slytherin walking by in a group. The blonde boy turned, his eyebrow cocked in a smug question, "in private,"

"Now listen here Potter, you can't just make de –"

"Pansy, stop it," Draco snapped noticing the Gryffindor's expression, "this way,"

The two boys walked down the slightly crowded hallway in a tense silence. Students stared in wonderment as they walked past without exchanging spells. The silence continued until they were able to find an unused classroom.

"What can I do for you Potter?" Draco asked as he turned his nose up against the dirty room filled with dust and cobwebs.

"What are you planning on doing with Hermione?" Whatever Draco had been expecting, this had not been it, he had figured that everything that happened last night would be kept between them, he never expected her to say anything.

"I have no idea what you're talking about Potter," he regained his composure after a minute of silence. It was a silence that Harry noted.

"Holy... You like her,"

"What? No!"

"Yes, yes you do, you better tell me the truth Malfoy or I swear to god..."

"... Fine, I do. What are you going to do about it? Kick my ass? Fire some spells? Go ahead, because right now I don't..." he stopped at the small smirk on his 'enemy's face, "What are you smirking about?"

"Listen, Hermione is my best friend. In fact she is practically my sister, okay? So when she told me that she was with you yesterday I was... well, very angry at you, to put it lightly. Now, you know that I don't like you, that is a given. But last night, she saw something in you that apparently no one ever sees. She said there was something about you that she liked. Now, I don't particularly like it, but she likes you, and now I know you like her. And I don't particularly like that either. But there's something about you that showed last night, that seemed to want to make her happy. So, you keep her happy and I won't come after you, got it?" he sent a threatening look.

"I feel officially threatened, is that what you were going for?" Draco finally turned to face the boy who lived, "But I feel that this talk has been a waste. Granger and I are never going to get together."

"I doubt that you won't get together," Harry said smugly, moving towards the door, "just don't hurt her, okay,"

Draco continued to stare at the door that Harry just walked through.

"Harry," He heard one of his oldest friends call a few seconds and stopped for her to catch up, "where were you? I thought you were mine today," she teased as she cautiously hooked her arm through his own, even after all this time, he was not used to non-harmful human contact.

"Uh, I just had to talk to someone," without thinking about it, his eyes moved towards the unused classroom that the Malfoy heir was just exiting.

Hermione followed his line of sight, "Harry," she scolded, hitting him lightly on the chest with a slight blush, avoiding Draco's piercing gaze.

"Just looking out for my sister," he sent her another small smile while sending an approving nod to the Slytherin. Hermione smiled at the casual way he said that she was family.

"Well, in that case... thank you Harry," she sent another look at the blonde, not expecting him to be looking at her.

Maybe last night wouldn't be the only thing that was theirs. Maybe sometime in the (near) future there would be many more days. If only Ron would accept it just as easy as Harry.