WARNING! this chapter contains spoilers for Avery McAire's chapter of You May Be Right. If you don't want it spoiled, go read her chapter first!

Chapter Ten

Raise me Up

Hermione pulled back, shocked at herself. Draco stared at her.

"I...I... I don't know what came over me..." She stuttered.

She flushed and started away.

"Wait!" He grabbed her arm and pulled her gently back to him. "Please don't go... I..."

"You don't understand... I have to be professional!" She gasped silently.

He let her go. "Right." He whispered harshly. "Be perfect little miss Granger. Never let work and play mix. Did coincide a bit? Fuck with Malfoy's feelings while dealing with an impudent wretch."

Hermione felt tears prick her eyes. "Stop..." She whispered, putting her hands to her ears.

He jerked them down and hissed at her. "We're even, Granger. Go back to your whores and toys. I won't bother you again."

Hermione pulled her hands from his grasp and slapped him hard. The crack resounded in the empty hall. Then, her emotions swirling again, she pulled him fiercely to her and kissed him hard, her tears flavoring the kiss.

Then she pushed him away and fled down the hall, tears and sobs following her.

She collasped outside the entrance to the Astronomy tower, spent. That was where Draco found her.

She looked up at him through red eyes. "Fuck off, Malfoy." She growled.

He knelt. He reached out a tentative hand.

She didn't flinch and he pressed her cheek. "You meant it didn't you?" He asked softly.

She nodded, tears starting again. He wiped them away and moved closer. "I'm sorry. I'm not good with functional relationships. I want to believe you."

She moved closer to him and kissed him again. It was a slow, lingering kiss. He took her in his arms, not breaking the kiss.

"You're still pretty." He whispered. Despite herself, Hermione laughed.

"This won't work. We both know it." She whispered as he lifted her in his arms.

"I know." He muttered back, then kissed her again.

In the silent intravel, the closet door of the nearest closet burst open and Ginny Weasley and Blaise Zabini fell in a set of entwined limbs at thier feet.

Ginny gathered Blaise's robes in her fists and pulled him up to meet her lips with perfect ferocity. Blaise met it. He threw her off him and rose to his feet. Ginny, sprawled on her bum and propped up by her hands, grinned. She shot to her feet and darted off. Blaise grinned and gave chase.

Hermione and Draco took this in stoicly.

"And we thought we had problems." Hermione muttered.

Draco nuzzled her neck. "At least we have a better chance if all four of us come out at once."

Hermione nodded with a smile. "Shall we find them or let them have their fun?"

Draco grinned and looked pointedly at the now vacant closet. Hermione laughed before he silenced her.

The End.

(A/N: I feel good. This is such a great ending. It makes me so happy. You know what this means though? I finished two fics... which means it's time to start a new one!