Author Note: I'm so sorry that I needed so long for the next chapter and it's so short...Sorry Guys


Now, five years later, Hermione and Draco are best friends. They were always best friends. They're the Slytherin Prince and Princess, but they aren't a couple. Even if they both feel something vor each other, they would never tell each other...or? They have no secrets between them, believed Draco! Why should they, they were best friends and best friends always tells each other their Secrets right? But in its sixth year, it was something different between them. Draco already noticed that at their reunion.

"Hermione," he exclaimed when he saw her. He waited that she turned around and fell around his neck, like she had always done. But nothing happend. Maybe she didn't heard me, he says to himself. He called her again, this time she turned around. He smiled at her and she smiled back, but her smile was different. Unlike to her 'normal' smile. It looked sad.

He walked over to her and hugged her. She hesitated then returned the hug. "It's nice to see you", he says. "Yes", she said quietly. "Ehm...how were your holidays?", she winced. "Wh-what?" "I just asked how your holiday were!", he said and raised his eyebrow. "Why would you asked that?", she hissed at him. Maybe because I care about you?, he thought. "Because I would like to know what you had done? What's wrong with that?", he asked. She sighs. "Nothing! I'm sorry it's just that my holidays weren't that good..." "Why not?", he asked. "Not important!" "Okay, if you mean?", he said hesitantly. She nodded. But he didn't believe her.

The two talked for awhile about irrelevant things like the weather, but then Harry Potter and his stupid friend appeared. "Potter don't even dare speak to me, otherwise I'll kick your ass so hard that you can greet your parents from me!", she didn't even turn around to face him. She didn't want to see his silly face. Draco grinned. That's the Hermione like he knows her. Though Hermione had snubbed him, Harry didn't move. "Potter didn't you hear her? Fuck off!", Draco hissed at him. But Harry didn't move. He just stares at her. "Is it true?", Hermione turned around and looked at him with a glance that could kill. "I don't know what you want from me Potter and I don't really care! Don't ever raise your voice against mine. Did you understand me?", she said and looked at him like scum. Then she walked away.


"What did Potter meant?", Draco asked her as they sat in the Great Hall. Hermione tried to ignore the question as best she could and ate her ham sandwich. "Hermione! Are you listening?", he asked. She nodded. "Okay, than what did he meant?" "I don't know, you know him. He's a prick!" "Yeah I know, bu-" "Not but. That's it. He's a prick and he asked something I have no answer for. He is just an idiot!", she said. "But h-", he continued once again. "Draco! If there would be something I would told you, wouldn't I?" "Yes, I'm sorry. I'm not going to ask another time!", he said quietly. She smiled lightly, than she nods. "Thanks." 'Cause I didn't know how to explain that to you. Even if you would know. It's just so difficult, she thought. It's better if you don't know what's going on at the moment.


Later that day Hermione sat on her bed. Everyone in the room was sleeping, except of her. She rubbed her left forearm, which hurt like hell. "Why is Potter such an idiot? Why has he to fall on my arm of all the arms he could fall of? Stupid boy who lived. He's such a prick, I don't know why everyone likes him! I hate him. My Dad is going to be proud of me or not...I'm not sure if he want that I like Potter and become his friend or that he want that I hate him but be his friend? This is...complicated! My Dad is complicated, my whole life is complicated. Merlin, I'm talking to myself...", Hermione looked up. "Crazy..."