Disclaimer: I still don't own Harry Potter.

Hermione sat there thinking for a long time before Draco came out of his room and sat at the end of the couch and watched her until she called him out about it. "Why are you staring at me?"

"Cause your beautiful," Draco said simply. They both blushed.

"Really? You mean it?"

"Yes you are and I do mean it." He smiled then remembered that she was sad for some reason. "What's the matter, Hermione?"

"Harry got mad at me. He asked me what was up between us and all I told him was that we are friends now and he yelled and I ran off." She sighed. Draco got up and she thought he was leaving, but he surprised her and sat next to her and gave her a hug.

"Don't worry about him, he'll come around." He smiled at her. "For now just enjoy it and hang out with me until he gets over it. He has no control over you if you don't let him." He winked.

For the rest of the night her and Draco talked about everything, from his friends to hers, about school, and family. At around midnight, Draco was still talking, but realized Hermione wasn't anymore, so he looked down and found her sleeping, with her head resting on his chest. He smiled down at her. God what confessing and a day can do to your life. He thought as he moved and picked her up gently. He opened her door and laid her on the bed. He took her shoes off and tucked her under the covers. He bent over her and kissed her forehead. After that he went into his own room and got dressed and ready for bed.

It was Sunday so both Hermione and Draco slept in till about noon. When Hermione came out of her room, she was surprised see Draco there sitting on the couch, looking as if he was waiting for her. "Impatient much?" she asked him giggling.

"I just got up actually. I was just wondering why you slept in so long. I thought you were all brainy and woke up early and studied on Sundays." He winked at her. "So are you studying today?"

"Actually no I was going to chill today." Draco gasped.

"The Great Hermione Granger, knows how to relax and chill. Shock and awe," Draco said pressing a hand to his chest pretending that it was the most surprising thing ever.

"Draco, just to inform you I do know how to relax and chill, I just don't do it very often," she said laughing.

"Or at all," Draco muttered. Hermione heard him and ran to the couch and picked up a pillow and threw it at him. He threw it back and it hit her in the face and she squealed and flopped down on the couch pretending to be hurt.

"You've killed me Draco, I knew you would be the death of me.""Oh really, you're dead you say." At that he jumped on the couch next to her and started tickling her. She laughed loudly and rolled around on the couch, trying to avoid his tickling fingers.

"Draco… quit… I can't breathe," she gasped. After she got her breath back they both started laughing. Hermione quit laughing first and stared at Draco in amazement. "You know, it feels as if I've been friends with you forever, not just two days." Draco nodded. He noticed he was laying next to her on the couch. She hadn't noticed yet so he took it to his advantage. He leaned over and kissed her on the lips gently. He pulled back expecting her to hit him or run away. What he didn't expect was for her to wrap her arms around his neck and pull him into another kiss. He smiled and kissed her again. He slid one arm under her neck and draped the other one over her stomach. He pulled back and looked at her. "What's gotten into you, Hermione?"

"What do you mean?"

"Do you believe me or do you just like the idea of kissing me?" He looked sad. She kissed his cheek.

"I almost believe you. I mean we talked so much last night and you just seem like a different person now. Anyways I would never kiss someone just because I liked the activity, I would only do it if I liked the person. So today seems to be your lucky day, Draco."

He was so happy he almost jumped up and cheered but instead he kissed her again, deepening it quickly. She kissed him right back, smiling through the kiss. After awhile they quit kissing and just laid there in silence. He played with a couple of strands of her hair and watched her contently. She stared at the ceiling. She seemed like she was thinking but he wasn't sure. She closed her eyes for a couple of minutes then reopened them. "Draco, do you really love me?" she asked quietly. He nodded.

"How do I have to prove it to you, to get you to believe me?" he asked.

"It's not a proving kind of deal, Draco. It's a feeling kind of deal. You can't prove it so you just have to wait until I feel I believe you fully."

"Will you ever believe me fully?"

"Maybe. We shall see won't we."