I want to thank you all for all the reviews and all the people that have been following me. It really helps! Anyway, please keep reviewing! It all means a lot to me. And it helps me become a better writer, which is why I'm writing Fanfiction. And have you guys seen the new movie????? OH MY GOD! It was amazing. I cried. I think it was the best Harry Potter yet. And Draco was pretty…hot…in it. J Anyway, back to the story……

"The train should be arriving soon." Dumbledore said. They were the scariest words that Draco had ever heard. "So, I suggest you put your school robes on." He continued. Hermione was shaking and she looked like she was going to faint again. Draco's heart was pounding so hard, he was surprised Hermione or hadn't Dumbledore heard it. This was going to be one hell of a night.

Hermione sat on the bed and took deep breaths. They were very shaky and her heart wouldn't slow down. She was surprised she hadn't fainted or anything yet. She felt like she was going to. She needed water.

"Er, Draco?" she asked. He was changing in the closet.

"Yeah?"

"Could you get me some water? I feel like I'm going to faint again." she asked. Draco emerged from the closet and nodded. "Thank you." he returned a moment later with a cold glass of water. "Are you okay?" he asked.

"Not really…I'm scared and I think I'm going to faint again." she muttered. Draco nodded. "Will you help me up?" she asked after she downed the water. He nodded and offered her his hand. She was surprised. When she stood up, leaning on Draco, she felt light-headed and dizzy. She looked around the room and then everything went black.

Draco panicked when she fell back in his arms. He picked her up and cradled her against his chest, and took her to the living room. He sat her down on the couch and went around to open windows. Maybe she needed some fresh air and rest. She had been kind iffy since she returned from the owlery. Like, shaky and pale. Who had she written to? There was a loud pop and Draco turned around to face Dumbledore. "The train's here, isn't it?" he asked. Dumbledore nodded and then looked at Hermione. "Is she okay?" he asked. Draco shrugged. "I don't know." he muttered, not really caring. He just wanted to make sure he wasn't going to get murdered when she woke up. Which was likely to happen anyway, just because she was so stressed. He was, too, though. He was scared. As scared as Hermione was. He sat down on the table that was facing her. "Come on, Hermione, wake up." he muttered, over and over again. 5 minutes later, she stirred. A moment later, her eyes fluttered open. "What happened?" she muttered, sitting up. She looked really, really, really, really stressed. He shook his head. "We need to head down to the Great Hall." he muttered, helping her up. He took her hand and led her out of the room. "Why are you holding my hand?" she asked, her eyes burning.

"I just want to make sure you wont fall down the stairs and kill yourself if you faint again." he said simply. "I wouldn't want to get blamed for your death, Granger." Hermione glared at him and ripped her hand from his.

She had fainted two times today. And both times, she had woken up in Draco's arms. Then she'd take some time to calm herself down before 'waking'. It worked. Most of the time. She sighed and walked down the stairs slowly, holding on the rails. She saw Draco smirking. "Ferret, you better wipe that damn smirk off your face before I get rid of it for you." she threatened. He said nothing, just laughed. Then, Hermione spun around very fast and she punched him, right in the nose. That wiped the smirk off of his face.

Draco now held a lot of respect for Hermione. He always had, kind of, but still. She still looked shaky, though. Now, she was smirking. It would have given the Slytherins a run for their money, he thought. And it was true. He still hated her. Hermione set foot in the Great Hall first. She looked happy with herself.

You're beautiful, every little piece, love. Don't you know, you're really gonna be someone, ask anyone…

Dude. What was with that damn voice? She did look kinda pretty. Nothing special, though.

Hahaha, very funny, Draco. You have a lot to learn, my young grasshopper.

What's that supposed to mean? And, I am not your 'young grasshopper'.

You're lying to yourself. She's more than kinda pretty, you know that. You don't want to admit that she's starting to grow on you. And it's actually you feeling this.

That's not true! I hate her.

There was no conviction in that statement. You like her.

No. I do not like her. She just punched me. Do you not remember that?

Yes. I know. And even you admitted to yourself that you now hold a lot of respect for her.

That might be true. But that doesn't mean that I like her.

Ah, but it does.

No. No, it does not.

I'm going to win this, no matter what, Draco.

Grrr. Fine. But I get the last word: I do not like her. I'm done with you, now.

"Take my hand." Hermione muttered, glaring at him. "Oh, yes, because you really look like you want to hold my hand, Hermione." he smirked. "Just do as I say unless you want me to break your nose." she growled.

"Fine. But just so you know, I will not enjoy this." he said, slipping his hand into hers. Hermione laughed a bitter laugh. "You think I will?" she asked.

And then the students started arriving.

Today was different than the other start of term feasts. Just with the arrival. It was quiet…people saw Hermione and Draco standing there, hand-in-hand, smiling, and seemingly whispering happily. What was really happening, Hermione smirked, was that they were having one of the worst fights they had had yet.

"Hermione!!!" she heard Ginny's voice. Thank you. she thought and looked away. She was dragging Harry and Ron looked hurt. "Hermione!" Ginny screamed again. She pushed her way through the crowded hall of silent students. Ginny finally reached them and ran into Hermione's arms. "Thank you for telling us." she muttered. "Hello, Draco." she added pleasantly. Harry embraced her and thanked her and apologized. Ron awkwardly patted her on the back and said nothing. He glared at them both. Then Ginny looked at Hermione. "I got Harry to see the light, but Ron…well…he's being somewhat of a prat about this whole thing. We know it's not your fault." she said.