Draco woke up the next morning, with Hermione's arms around his waist. He watched her as her wavy hair ruffled in the soft morning wind. The sun had already started to dance on the horizon. He hated to wake her up though. She was still as striking when she was sleeping, as when she was awake, and she was absolutely gorgeous.

He bent over a little bit, to hopefully slide away, but he moved too much, and she slid off of him. She started to awaken, but she fell back asleep. Draco ran quickly but still as silent as a mouse.

Draco went back to the dormitories, just as everybody had started to wake up. This was bad time, he thought.

"Where'd you go last night, Malfoy?" Goyle inquired. Draco had to think quickly, even though Goyle was more sluggish than a sloth.

"I was at Pansy's." Draco had lied through his teeth, but everybody believed him. It was a likely situation since Pansy liked him so much. If anybody asked her about it, she'd say she did, just to look better in her opinion. Draco thought that she looked like a slut when she said stuff like that, but nobody dared tell the Slytherin Princess the bad news…except for Draco, but she just always thought he was kidding.

Across the room, Draco saw Blaise eye him suspiciously. Draco felt himself go paler then what he already was. What if Blaise knew about Hermione?!?

Goyle turned around to see what Draco was looking at. Just as Goyle saw Blaise, Blaise looked away. He then walked out of the room, and could be heard walking down the hallway.

"What's his problem?" Crabb asked Goyle.

Draco shrugged, and took a step back.

"Are you okay, Draco?" Goyle inquired.

"Uh, yeah, I am. I am just uh, tired from the night before…"

"If she's that good, I might have to get some that myself."

Draco cringed at the thought of being in the same bed as her…and then again, for the thought of Goyle being in bed with her.

"You do…that." Draco replied, trying hard not to puke. At those words, Draco walked out of the room as quick as he could without looking suspicious.

Once Draco came to the hallway, he took off running. He needed to find Blaise, and talk to him.

Blaise wasn't anywhere near the dormitories, nor the bathroom. Draco glanced in the Kitchen, and the garden outside. He looked in Snape's room, as well as the Quidditch Pitch.

Draco looked around frantically for 25 minutes, and then gave up. He gazed at the sky for a sign. Any sign at all, that Blaise wasn't mad, and didn't know about last night. He got up again and just as he was going to go inside the Great Hall…

Draco, at last, found him.

Blaise was kissing Hermione right in front of him, in the middle of the doorway back into the Great Hall. Draco couldn't believe his eyes. His best friend was kissing his girl. He felt his anger boiling, and his face turn crimson.

"How COULD you? I thought you were my BEST FRIEND?!? Why would do this to me?" Draco snarled.

When Blaise broke away, finally, from Hermione's face, he had the biggest smile on his face. Draco heard Hermione giggle, and turn toward him.

"He was your best friend, until he saw you with me. He couldn't stand that you just left me, after the many years I loved you. Draco…I loved you, but Blaise lovesme. I know he wouldn't leave me, like you did."

"I didn't leave you. It was for our sake…I mean I couldn't…I…I…I lo...like you too much. I would never leave you! I didn't think that you wanted to ruin our reputations!"

Hermione sighed, and then said "You did too what , Draco, and you never once even told me that you loved me."

"I didn't want to be rejected like this, that's why!"

"I'm sorry that you had to see this, by the way. I hope it doesn't get in the way of our friendship."

"Our friendship? Is that what you called it?" Draco cried out.

"Well, of course. You didn't truly think I loved you, did you?" Hermione replied contentedly.

"I don't know how to feel..." Draco whispered. He turned around, and quickly walked away. The tears in his eyes burned like holes into his soul. How could let himself believe that she appreciated or even cared about him?

I suppose what they say is true, he thought. Love does blind its victims.

Sorry to end on such a bad thought, but hey, somebody has to be the bad girl here. Don't worry though, things will get better somehow soon.