(A/N) Thanks everyone! I just love a good cliffhanger. I know my last chapter caused a bit of hoo-ha with the Ron and Hermione thing...however this chapter is sure to get you going. Read on my friends and you shall find. Hehe.

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Chapter 7: Spilled Secrets

Hermione and Ron grinned and waved goodnight to each other as they separated at the seventh floor landing. Their detentions had just ended and Filch had let them go, after inspecting each Trophy thoroughly.

"I can't believe she likes me!" Ron squealed in his head. He couldn't keep the smile off his face; he had a new spring in his step as he made for the Gryffindor common room.

Hermione was smiling too, a little absent mindedly though. She liked Ron, but she wasn't sure if it was more than a friendship. Kissing him in the Trophy Room it just seemed to all fit. Abruptly her thoughts drifted lazily back to Draco, like a leaf blowing in the wind, without any fixed direction. She didn't see Parvati until she bumped right into her.

"Oh sorry," Hermione apologized dreamily.

"Hermione! I'm so glad I ran into you, I have something to tell you," Parvati spoke in a low whisper. Her eyes were glinting, which Hermione found odd, was something wrong?

"Yes, what is it Vat?" Parvati pulled her into a secret passageway, behind a rich red tapestry hanging.

"I know who spiked your drink!" she admitted gleefully, rocking backwards and forwards.

"Who was it?" Hermione felt confused, why would Parvati care?

"It was Ron!" Parvati squealed happily, as though she expected Hermione to be angry with him for it.

"What? No way Ron wouldn't do that!" Hermione protested, shaking her head. What was Parvati on about? Was this revenge because the two had broken up?

"It's true I swear. I over heard Ron telling Harry about it. Harry asked why he did it and Ron said: 'I just wanted to feel close to her, I know it sounds stupid. But I've liked her since fourth year,'" Parvati recited, leaving Hermione very confused. "Also I heard Zambini Blaise telling Pansy Parkinson that Malfoy has a crush on you! I just thought I'd let you know 'Mione, as one friend to another."

And with that Parvati skipped from the passageway, giggling and heading back towards the Gryffindor common room. Hermione was puzzled. Ron had a crush on her? And he'd had one since fourth year! This was absurd, how could she not know about it? And as for Draco? What was with that? He truly liked her?

Still shaking her head Hermione marched on to the Head's common room.


As she opened the portrait hole door, after giving the password (pumpkin pasties), she found Draco asleep on the couch. She sighed slowly at his sweet face, his gorgeously handsome body and the look of his soft, pure lips. Her eyes lingered on his mouth for a few seconds longer before she realized that a great number of books and notepads lay on the table before him. Stepping over his schoolbooks, which lay on the floor in a pile, she reached for one of the books and flipped through its pages.

It appeared to be a book of Draco's thoughts and feelings. A bit like a diary, but not quite…more like a memory book. She turned the first page and found an elegant drawing of…her! Hermione ran her fingers over the almost exact drawing of her own sleeping form, noticing what a brilliant sketcher Draco was. She flicked quickly to the latest page. It had today's date…he had obviously just written in it as the ink looked fresh and crisp. The page read:

'Hermione was drunk last night. I took her from the Weasel and brought her back here where she would be safe and secure. As I lay her on the couch I couldn't help but notice the elegance of her body structure. I could not help but kiss her. She's so beautiful and pure but at the same time I know her heart is full of anger towards me. I haven't treated her and her friend's well in the past I must admit. I know she could never like me as I like her, my heart is still confused by my feelings towards her. I do not know if they are merely displaying a silly crush or real-love feelings. I have never felt this way about a girl before and I must confess that I think I have fallen in love wi…"

"What are you doing!" snapped Malfoy's voice suddenly. Hermione jumped back in surprise and dropped the book she was reading. "How much did you see?"

"N-not much!" Hermione assured Draco, as he rose from the couch, his cheeks blazing scarlet.

"Tell me how much you read!" he growled, advancing upon her. Hermione squealed and shrank backwards as he reached out a hand to touch her. Malfoy's face fell.

"Why are you cowering from me?" he asked his anger dispersing at her tone, "Are you scared of me?"

"No…" she started, but then changed her mind, "Yes Draco, you're a bit creepy sometimes."

"Y-you called me Draco. Have I ever hurt you?" he questioned quizzically.

"Not that I recall. But I'm scared you might. I know your father is very rough on people," Hermione said slowly, carefully trying to choose her words. Malfoy's eyes now turned a steel grey. They flashed with anger.

"What did you say about my father?" he rumbled, snatching her by the wrists and drawing her closer.

"Nothing! Seriously, it was just a stupid thing to say!" Hermione squeaked, as Malfoy loosened the grip on her wrists.

"Hermione, I'd never hurt you," he whispered, his lips edging dangerously close to hers.

"I know Draco. I was just scared, because I was confused by my feelings for you," she breathed, stroking his face, although she didn't really know why. He slid his hands around her waist and leaned his head on her shoulder. His breath was warm and comforting on her neck, she leaned into his muscular chest and the two hugged for a while.

"Draco," Hermione asked slowly.

"Hmm?" he replied, twirling her hair in his smooth fingers.

"Is what you wrote in that book true? Do you have a thing for me?"

Draco didn't respond straight away. Hermione knew this must be hard for him to admit he did, even if she wasn't sure.

"I think so," he replied quietly. His voice held a slight note of dread, for he didn't know if she felt the same way. "I've never said that to anyone before,"

"I know you little ferret," Hermione laughed, hugging him again. She wasn't confused for her feelings anymore, she felt great with Draco. There was just something about him that made her feel wanted.


Suddenly Hermione felt Draco's mouth on her neck. He swept a voyage of light kissed down her neck, making her giggle. She turned to face him and found his lips searching for hers. Without hesitation or feeling guilty this time, Hermione leant in closer and kissed him deeply, with the same passion he was kissing her with. She slid her hands up his shirt slowly as Draco's mouthcombinedwith her own; his smooth chest was so muscular and beautifully shaped.

Hermione backed Draco up until the two fell, entwined, onto the large sofa near the fireplace. Draco rolled Hermione underneath him and began to kiss her again, deeply and full of emotion. She massaged his back sensuously as he kissed her, her whole body on fire from this amazing moment with him. She let out a small moan of satisfaction from deep within her throat and that only made Draco want her more.

"W-why do you like me so much," Hermione sighed, breaking away for a few moments. Draco cupped her chin with his hands.

"You're the most beautiful, intelligent girl I've ever met. And us being enemies has only drawn me closer to you," Draco replied truthfully. Hermione smiled.

"You're so adorable!" she cried happily, tingling as he ran his fingers down her side.

"As are you Granger," he whispered, kissing her again. This time it was Hermione who was in the lead. She drew his shirt off his torso, tossing it to one side.

"Wow," she mouthed in awe, Draco was even more attractive without a shirt on.

"Impressive?" he grinned, swooping down upon her again and kissing her lightly, teasing her gently. Hermione moved her hands all over his bare chest, feeling his muscles quiver under her light touch. "Damn girl," he moaned, as Hermione ran her fingers through his hair. "I love you Hermione." He slowly started to slide his fingers under her shirt.

Before Hermione had time to reply to his gorgeous statement of admitting his love, there abruptly came a sharp tapping at the door. Pansy Parkinson's voice rang through the empty room as Draco and Hermione lay on the couch together.

"Draco! Dracy boy are you in there?" she called, in what appeared to be her seducing voice. Hermione saw Draco pull a face and he lifted himself off her slightly.

"Don't go," she whispered in his ear. "Stay here with me,"

Hermione felt her body lose warmth as Draco apologized and rose from the couch, stretching.

"I'll just get her out of here and then we can continue," he promised, heading for the door. Another sharp tapping was heard. Draco swung the door open forcefully.

"What do you want?" he snapped viciously at the pug-faced girl standing before him.

"I-I wanted to see if you were free tonight," she leaned slyly on the doorframe, "You know, we could hang out."

"Oh I'm sorry he already appears to be busy," came Hermione's voice from behind Draco. Pansy looked upand saw Granger standing there grinning, her hair in a ruffled mess. She looked from Draco to Hermione a few times and then gasped.

"Draco! You're with...with her!" she shrieked suddenly, stepping backwards suddenly.

"It does seem to be that way doesn't it," Draco smiled back at her, placing one arm over Hermione's shoulder.

"How could you! You're a disgrace to Slytherin! What would your father say?" she hissed menacingly, edging even further away from the two. A frown shot across Draco's face.

"Don't you dare tell my father! He'll find out in his own good time." Spat Draco. Hermione could feel his whole body tense up.

"We'll see about that won't we!" laughed Pansy. Without another word she darted off down the corridor, leaving Draco fuming at the portrait hole. Hermione closed it quietly, biting her lip.

"What now?" she whispered, stroking his arm lightly.

"I don't know!" he snarled, making Hermione draw her hand away. "I'm sorry Hermione. I'm just worried about my Father finding out. He'll skin me alive if he knew…" Draco took her hands gently and kissed them.

Hermione pulled Malfoy into her bedroom, kicking the door open. Drawing his lips closer to hers she whispered:

"Maybe this'll take your mind off things,"

She kissed him with more intensity than before, sinking onto the bed and bringing him with her. They lay side by side, Draco's hands around her waist and Hermione's fingers trailed down his chest.

"I love you too Draco," Hermione suddenly blurted out. She blushed a little. Draco kissed her in response, he knew now that she felt the same way. The two lay on the bed together, kissing and hugging. Hermione wrapped one of her legs around Draco's and they stayed there comfortably their hearts light. But another feeling was slowly seeping through Draco's heart, turning it as cold as ice. What would his father say if Pansy told him?

At that moment Hermione kissed him yet again, her tongue moving slowly with his, taking his troubles away. After a while their kissing stopped and the two fell asleep, huddled against each other, feeling as though their greatest dreams had come true…