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The Middle

Hermione couldn't believe what she'd just heard. Out of all the people that had to be dreaming about her, it just had to be Malfoy. She heard footsteps behind her and looked behind her. Malfoy was right behind her so she quickened her pace.

"Granger, stop being a bloody princess for one second and talk to me," he said, grabbing her by the wrist.

"Let go of me Malfoy! What do you want to talk about?! What is so bloody important that you have to man handle me?!" Hermione asked heatedly.

He stood close to her, so close that she could feel his breathe on her cheek. Suddenly she felt nervous, she felt like a bucket of ice had been tipped over her.

He lifted his hand and brushed a piece of hair away from her face. She began trembling.

"I want to talk about us Granger, about what you've been doing to me," he whispered.

"What have I been doing to you Malfoy? It's not my fault that you dream about me," Hermione said, with an air of indifference.

"Oh, but Granger, it is your fault. The way you laugh, the way you smile, even the way you walk, swinging your hips, makes me want to have my way with you. You don't know the effect you have on the male population of Hogwarts. You're so…so irresistible," Draco finished.

Hermione didn't know what to say. She'd never been told anything like that before.

"And what, you think saying that erases all the things you've said and done to me over the years?"

"No Granger, but you must understand, I'm the boy in the playground that pulls the pigtails of the girl he likes," Draco said, quietly laughing.

"I would never do anything with you, I try not to make out with Death Eaters," Hermione said, smirking.

"I am NOT a Death Eater, Granger. My father would have killed me if I hadn't have treated you how I did. I had to act as the Death Eaters perfect son. But now I'm free of him. I can say what I please, and I can fall in love with anyone I want," Draco said, looking into her eyes with an intense stare.

Hermione just stood there, shocked by the information. She almost felt sorry for him. So when he leaned in to kiss her, she didn't pull away, but she didn't lean forward either.

Draco stopped when his face was an inch away from hers.

"I like you Granger, and there's no one who can stop me from liking you. So just kiss me."

He grabbed her by the waist and pulled her into the kiss. It was amazing. Hermione didn't think about anything, apart from the fact the Draco Malfoy was an amazing kisser.

When it was over, Hermione suggested that they go back to detention, and they held hands the whole way back.

-In Detention-

Ginny couldn't believe that Hermione had left her with the biggest prat of the century. Blaise just sat there staring at her.

"What the fuck do you want Zabini?!" she almost yelled.

"Do you think that Draco and Granger are fucking in a hall closet somewhere?" he asked.

"You're so twisted in the head, why would you even want to think about that?"

"Before, I wish I was in a hall closet with you. I could do things to you that would make you toes curl. I promise you wouldn't be disappointed," he said, smirking arrogantly.

"I'd rather fuck a dead ferret thanks, Ginny said coolly, twirling her quill around with her fingers.

Blaise and Ginny just ignored Ernie, who was sitting at the back of the classroom reading quietly.

Blaise stood up and sat at the desk opposite Ginny, turning around to face her.

"What's your problem, Weaslette? What reason could you have to possibly hate me so much?" he asked her.

"Well other than the fact that you cursed me the other day and that you're Malfoy's best friend, another reason could be that you're a Death Eater," Ginny said, smirking at him.

Blaise looked down at his feet.

"I'm not a Death Eater, and I don't want to be one," he said, as clear as day.

"Oh, but whatever would your parents think?" Ginny asked sarcastically.

"I don't care what my parents think. You and I, we've lived completely different lives Ginny. While I'm sure you running around care free and had parents who loved you, I've always had to watch what I say, I'd get punished for the smallest things, I'd live in fear of putting a toe out of line and my parents definitely don't love me for the reasons your parents love you," he finished sadly.

Ginny had never thought of it that way.

"Well, if you don't want to be a Death Eater, do something about it," she simply said.

"Like what? What should I do?"

"Go to Dumbledore, he'll understand. He's helped out a lot of people who were in your position," she said, thinking about Snape.

"Why would he want to help me?"

"Because, people shouldn't be forced into anything," Ginny said.

Blaise was about to say something when Hermione and Draco walked through the door, standing very close together. Blaise stood up and walked back to his seat. The class sat in silence, waiting for McGonagall to come in at lunch.