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Boo! Ha, done another chapter. And it's long, I'm doin' good for myself. Not really, but that's okay. Read and ponder what you've read and then…..REVIEW. Haha I scare even myself sometimes.

Reincarnated Love

Chapter 11- Empty Corridors and Midnight Movies

Draco Malfoy lay awake on his bed. He was on his back with his head rested on his arms, staring at the ceiling. His nightmares were at bay but he couldn't sleep. He was thinking, of course. Saturday had been so weird, yet exhilarating. He cradled the new memories of that day in his mind. What was happening to him? He had only felt like this with one person, Lisa. Then, he was in love. Now was the same but different.

He felt the same and that was why he had determined that he was in love with Hermione Granger. The difference was that, with Lisa he was never depressed. With Hermione, depression still loomed over him. He never knew when it would start up again. For the moment, he was free, happy. But that was for the moment; it could change at any point in time. He wondered why he was still so depressed. Then he remembered what Gwyn had said: "Maybe there's something you need to remember so your mind is raking through all the memories to find it." That had to be it, what else could it be? His new problem was finding out what it was that he needed to remember.

Draco sat up and looked at the clock on his bedside table. It was one AM. "This is hopeless, I'll never figure out what I'm supposed to be remembering," he groaned. "I'll never be able to fall back to sleep."

He flopped back on the bed. What was he going to do? He couldn't sit there thinking his brains out. He needed to be occupied. Draco pulled himself up. There had to be something to do until he fell asleep.

He dragged himself out of his room and into the darkened hallway. The silence intensified his awareness to a point that annoyed him. He heard every single little sound. He heard the odd whimper Hermione made in her sleep and the creaking of the floor boards under his feet. The sounds of the blizzard outside reached him more intensely than the other sounds; tree branches whacked the window, the powerful wind whistled it's own tune continuously.

Draco sighed and walked downstairs. He wandered off to a spacious living room, which he had never been in during his time at school. The room was filled with comfortable couches and chairs, glass coffee tables and a large marble looking fireplace.

He wandered around the room and found that the fireplace already had wood ready to be burned. He silently ran back to his room; grabbing a blanket, his wand and a pillow. He was sure to fall asleep in that room.

He came back to the room, lit a fire with his wand and sat on the couch closest to the fireplace. He shoved the pillow behind his head and draped the blanket over himself. He stared into the fire for what seemed like forever.

"Now, what?" An idea hit him and he summoned (with his wand, of course) his rarely used laptop, which was given to him as a Christmas present from relatives he never knew he had. There was already a DVD in it from the last time he used it, which was quite recently.

He turned on the odd muggle tool and played the DVD. Déjà vu started to play immediately. Draco sat there, cozy for barely ten minutes before he felt the presence of another person in the room with him. He dreaded looking to see who it was. He was so afraid that he would start hallucinating again.

Draco finally braved turning to look after a short argument with himself. He barely had to turn to see Hermione sit next to him, holding a cup of steaming hot chocolate. A sigh of relief escaped him.

"Couldn't sleep?" she asked.

"Nope," he said.

"What are you watching?"

"Déjà vu," he answered. "Some storm, huh?"

"Yeah, that's why I can't sleep," Hermione said.

"Well, you're welcome to stay here with me if you want." He was actually hoping she would.

"Sure, why not." Draco smiled and turned up the volume on his laptop. Despite the fire, the room was still relatively cold. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Hermione shiver. He offered her the blanket and she stared at him for a minute. She looked like she was trying to decide on whether she should accept. Then, she snuggled up under the cover with him, their bodies touching ever so slightly.

"Want some?" Hermione asked, holding out her cup of hot chocolate for him. "I don't want anymore."

He hesitated and looked at her. "You sure?" he asked.

"Positive," she confirmed. She smiled and handed him the cup.

"Thanks." He smiled back. The cup was half full but still warm. He leaned down and sniffed it. He couldn't tell which smelled better; her or the hot chocolate. Definitely her. He smiled.

"I didn't poison it if that's what you're thinking," Hermione said with the hint of a smile. His smile widened.

"Nope, doesn't smell like you did." She laughed, sending shivers down his spine. He remembered and loved the feeling. Draco finished the liquid within five minutes.

The two sat there cuddled together watching the movie. The wind was still howling but they paid no attention to the blizzard. After about thirty more minutes, Hermione fell asleep. Her head lay against Draco's shoulder. He smiled to himself; he could get used to being with her.

Before he knew it, he was asleep as well. His head rested lightly against Hermione's. He didn't have any nightmares that night. In fact, he didn't enter any sort of dreamland. He had a peaceful sleep without bad or good memories, which end up being bad for his anxiety.

Draco woke up to the loud noise of his alarm. How the hell can I hear that thing from down here? He cautiously looked around. He heard the familiar soft whimper that was supposed to be a snore. It was more like a snore in training. He looked down, Hermione was still asleep on his shoulder. The butterflies in his stomach jumped to life as recognition of Saturday's events caught up with him. He felt himself blush. Since when did that start happening?

Draco carefully slid from under Hermione, trying not to wake her. He replaced himself with the pillow he had brought down with him. She looked so serene. For a couple of minutes, he watched the soft rise and fall of her chest. He sighed and headed to his room. He dressed quickly and left to find Pansy, Blaise or someone he normally hung out with.

He didn't get far when he heard someone call his name. Draco turned on his heel to face who had called him.

"Hey, Payedon," He smiled at his young cousin.

"You look more cheerful," she noted, smiling as well.

"Yeah, I feel more cheerful."

"May I inquire as to what has you in such a mood?" Draco grinned at this.

"No you may not. But you will anyway, won't you?" he said.

"You know I don't need to."

"I know."

She smiled and hugged him.

"I'm glad you're back," she pulled away for a minute. "Could the possible cause of this mood possibly be Miss Granger?"

"I swear, you seem more like Dumbledore's child than anyone else's. If I didn't know better I'd think you were," Draco sighed.

"Well?…"

"I'm not going to tell you."

"Why not?" she made a pouting face. He knelt down in front of her.

"Don't make that face, it might get stuck like that," he got up and began to walk away. He turned back to her, now grinning, face. "And no more mind reading," With that he left, knowing perfectly well that she wasn't going to stop mind reading.

Draco was in a good mood and knew Pansy would want to know about it. He had promised her an explanation and she owed him one as well. But Draco wasn't going to let her know that he saw her, oh no, he wanted to watch it all unfold. He found it very interesting that she was falling for Weasley. (Even if the kiss was a bet, she still looked like she liked it.) It was entirely unexpected, more so than his relationship (if you can call it that ) with Hermione.

He sped up and reached the Slytherin common room. To his surprise, Pansy was sitting by the fire. He rushed over to her, plopping into the seat across from her. She looked up from her book.

"You look happy," she commented.

"I am," He debated on how much to tell her. "Can I talk to you?" Her brow furrowed.

"Sure, I guess."

Draco launched into an explanation of his behavior for the past few months. He told her how he felt and how the anxiety pills never seemed to work. He excluded the kissing Hermione parts and the hallucinations, deciding to make her figure them out herself. She listened intently and offered advise whenever she could. Draco felt better, letting all of it off his chest, well most of it. He needed to talk to Gwyn to get all of it out, but talking to Pansy helped considerably. He had expected his mood to be demolished at the thought of the pain from the past months but he stayed jovial the entire time. Another amazing feat.

"Wow," Pansy stared at Draco. "Why didn't you tell any of us about this? We would have done anything to help you."

"I don't know. I talked to Gwyn, that helped a bit but she couldn't do much. I figured that I was alone."

"Aw, Draco," She went over and hugged him. "You are such an idiot," she smacked him in the back of the head. "You are never alone. Why would you think that?"

"Ow, sorry. I just thought that none of you guys could do anything for me."

Pansy rolled her eyes. "You are such a moron."

"Well think of it this way, I'm happier now."

"Thank GOD for that," she smiled. "Now let's hope you stay that way."

"Yes, let's," Draco got up. "Well, I'll be off."

"Where you going?" Pansy asked.

"Back to sleep," he replied with a small laugh.

"Blizzard had you up?"

"You could say that," With that he walked out.

He wasn't really going back to sleep. How could he sleep with all that was going on? He was betraying his heart by liking Hermione even though it was his heart that was leading him to her. He was betraying his mind by following his heart. Really, it was his heart that was at fault; it didn't know what it wanted. One minute, it wants to be gone with Lisa. The next, it's getting all excited about Hermione. Another minute later, it wants to be shot. Draco had decided that the indecision of his heart was what was plunging him into depression. His heart was bi-polar, so to speak. It forced him to switch moods so suddenly that he was surprised no one thought he was bi-polar. There were times when he wished his heart would just stop beating. That way, he wouldn't have to suffer anymore. But as Gwyn had stated, death was not an option. Maybe he could become a vampire, their hearts didn't beat.

Draco reached the dorm but paused before going through the doorway. Did he really want to spend time in there? The only reason he went back to his dorm was to be near…I'm completely hopeless. Well, I might as well enjoy the time with her while I crave it. There's no doubt I'll hate her tomorrow. With a sigh, he headed through the portrait.

Hermione was up, of course. She was sitting in their newly discovered living room, reading. Draco plopped down on the couch beside her. She looked at him over her book.

"Hey," he said a bit awkwardly.

"Morning!" she was way too cheery. Then again, so was he.

He grinned. "Hungry?"

"Starving," she smiled back.

"Let's go steal something from downstairs," Draco offered.

"In a minute though, I have to finish this," She seemed to be almost finished. There were only a couple of pages left.

Draco sighed and started playing with the cross that still hung around his neck. Hermione closed the book. "Finished," she said. He looked at her and smiled. She tilted her head in confusion. "I didn't know you were religious."

Draco was startled by the statement. His cheerful mood softened up to sadness. "I'm not," He stood up, debating on whether to tell Hermione why he wore the crucifix. "Lisa gave it to me."

Hermione looked down at the floor. "Sorry," He stared at her. The look of sadness on her face tugged at his heart. He wanted to cheer her back up.

He reached out and lift her head. He stared into her brown eyes and smiled. "Don't be."

After a minute, she smiled back. "Let's go," He offered her his arm, grinning his famous grin. She took it without hesitation.

"When is the winter dance?" Hermione asked more for conversation than because she cared.

"Dunno," Draco replied, leading her out the dorm. "We'll probably have to re-decorate," They both smiled at the thought of Pansy and Ron.

"Can I ask you something?" Hermione asked. "It's sort of personal," she added.

He was afraid to answer. "I guess," he said uncertainly.

"What's been with you for the past few months?"

Draco visibly stiffened. He knew she'd ask that sooner or later. He was hoping it'd be more later, like… never.

"I understand if you don't want to tell me," Hermione said quickly. Clearly, she noticed his change in behavior.

"Um…" What should I do? Should I tell her the truth, or say nothing? Maybe I should tell her part of the truth. "I'd kind of rather not talk about it," He looked at his feet. "It'll ruin my mood."

"Okay."

There was a silence between them. Draco looked out the windows as they passed through the hall. He watched the frozen lake without interest. Students were ice skating and having snowball fights, just like always. Hogwarts had always been a fun place to be, even for him.

Finally, he became fed up with the silence gnawing at his brain. "Do you know how to ice skate?" He didn't really care if she knew or not. He only asked for conversational purposes.

"No," Hermione said. "Well, I do, but I can't skate very well."

He smiled. "When it snows again I'll teach you," He was actually looking forward to it. "If you want."

"Sure," She looked a bit shocked as she said it. "why do we have to wait for it to snow?"

"Because it's more fun to skate when it's snowing," he replied.

"Oh," she said. "I didn't know you could ice skate."

"There's a lot that you don't know about me," They both burst into laughter. "Anyway, My mom taught me. My dad wasn't allowed anywhere near sharp objects so he was never with us," That was more than he intended to say. Draco felt the odd blush rise into his cheeks again. Why the hell does that keep happening?

"Well, I'll hold you to that."

"You have fun with that."

"I shall."

"Hey, did you talk to Weas…Ron about the whole mistletoe thing?" Draco said, catching himself before calling Hermione's friend 'Weasel'.

"Nope. I figured, I should just the chips fall as they may," she smiled as she said this. "Why? Did you talk to Pansy?"

"No, I decided to wait until she spilled it."

"Did she?" Hermione asked hopefully.

"Nope. But I did hear her and Blaise talking about some bet that had to do with a kiss," Draco informed. "With Ron," He noticed the look of horror on her face. "She could be hiding behind that so I'm going to investigate, maybe."

"I thought you didn't care," Hermione said slyly.

"I don't. I would just liked to know so I can cut back on the Weasel jokes…for her sake."

"Mm hmm, suure," she laughed.

"What? You think I like Pansy?" he grinned slightly.

"I surely hope not," Hermione blushed as soon as the sentence escaped her lips. Draco's eyebrows arched.

"And why would you say that?" He was going to have fun with this.

"Uh…" Hermione's mouth stayed open but no sound escaped. Draco stepped closer to her, her vanilla aroma surrounding him. He grinned his most famous grin and kissed her. He secretly thanked fate that the hall was conveniently empty at that moment. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her closer.

Draco knew that kissing at that point wasn't the greatest thing to do, especially since he knew that tomorrow things would be different. He would most likely be back in his sour mood and they would grow distant, again. Then, he'd have to fix it when he was cheerful again. Or maybe he could just leave it alone after that…

That wasn't a possibility. He would crave the company of Hermione to no end. That same craving would make his depression worse. It would make his depression harder to bare. But he couldn't keep leading her on and pushing her away as his moods changed; she wasn't a rag doll. It would be selfish for him to mess with her feelings just to keep his depression at bay. She was a person with feelings, deep feelings for him at that. Was he really cruel enough to use her in such a way?

Depression or no depression, Draco felt love for Hermione. Why else would he be beating himself up for what he called 'using her'? He was either too selfish to let go of the one good thing since Lisa, or he was too in love to let go of the one good thing since Lisa. Either way you slice it, he wanted Hermione. What made him happier was that she seemed to want him back.

He pulled away from her a little, breathing heavily but grinning from ear to ear. He was surprised when she pulled him back and kissed him. This was making it so hard for him to decide on the right thing to do. How could he give up on a girl that made him feel the way he did at that moment?

Hermione

Hermione walked arm-in-arm with Draco Malfoy through the halls of Hogwarts. They were on their way to the Great Hall to 'steal something to eat', as Draco had put it. They were talking like civilized people which was something that didn't change since yesterday. They had kissed twice that day and they were still talking to each other. Neither one was running away from the other, a plus in Hermione's book.

She had fallen asleep on his shoulder last night, something she didn't expect to happen. He was…sweet actually, something Hermione didn't know he was capable of. When she woke up, he was no where to be found. She wasn't surprised. What surprised her was that he came back and was still in a cheerful mood. He waited patiently for her to finish her book, fiddling with a crucifix that hung around his neck; another surprise.

Now they were speaking on normal terms. She had almost jeopardized that by asking him about his odd moods. It was a soft spot and then wasn't anywhere near the time to talk about it. She had to be patient, sooner or later he would confide in her, hopefully.

"Hey, did you talk to Weas…Ron about the whole mistletoe thing?" Draco said. Hermione smiled when she noticed that he corrected himself before saying Weasel or Weasley.

"Nope. I figured, I should just the chips fall as they may," she said still smiling. "Why? Did you talk to Pansy?"

"No, I decided to wait until she spilled it."

"Did she?" Hermione asked hopefully. She wanted to know if Ron and Pansy were now a couple or something.

"Nope. But I did hear her and Blaise talking about some bet that had to do with a kiss," Draco informed. "With Ron," Hermione could feel the look of horror on her face. Why would anyone do that? Of course, they were Slytherins. How could she expect better? Just because Malfoy turned out to be pretty decent didn't mean that everyone else was. Poor Ron. "She could be hiding behind that so I'm going to investigate, maybe," Malfoy said, bringing her out of her thoughts.

"I thought you didn't care," Hermione said slyly.

"I don't. I would just liked to know so I can cut back on the Weasel jokes…for her sake."

"Mm hmm, suure," she laughed. Actually, she hoped that was it. Whenever Malfoy was with Pansy, she felt this odd, unidentifiable anger well up in her chest.

"What? You think I like Pansy?" he grinned slightly. His grin melted her heart.

"I surely hope not," Hermione blushed as soon as the sentence escaped her lips. What am I saying? Jeez, whenever he smiles like that I feel hopeless. Draco's eyebrows arched.

"And why would you say that?" He was messing with her and she could tell, yet still his smile rendered her speechless.

"Uh…" Hermione's mouth stayed open but no sound escaped. He stepped closer. His sweet smell rushed into her nose. He smiled that smile again, the amazingly gorgeous one that made her knees feel weak. He got that look in his eye that she noticed he got whenever he wanted to kiss her. It always appeared in his eyes just before he leaned down to kiss her. Before she knew what was happening, his mouth was linked to her, still open, mouth. Automatically, she kissed back, not caring that they would hate each other again in a matter of days.

Soon they would be back to Malfoy and Granger, Slytherin vs. Gryffindor. These two days would soon become just memories. She would hate their time apart and look forward to his rare good moods. She would hate him on the outside but secretly crave his company. She would entertain fantastic daydreams that would be nothing but daydreams. She would desperately wish that things were different but her wishes would be just that, wishes.

Never, in her life, had Hermione felt the way she did with Draco Malfoy with anyone else. He made her feel special, loved. Not that she didn't feel loved with her friends and family, but the love she felt with Malfoy was different. It was the kind of love that everyone wants but only some get. He never said it out loud and neither did she, but she could feel the love in every kiss they shared. She even saw it in his eyes a couple of times, usually right before he kissed her.

Now was no different. She lost herself in the passionate kiss. She let his love envelop her in it's warm embrace. There was no where she'd rather be than right there with him.

He pulled away just a little. He was breathing heavily but still smiling his smile. Hermione's breath came in short, heavy bits, like after a long run. She smiled and pulled Malfoy closer, resuming their make out session.

Malfoy put his hands on her neck, just below her jaw, pulling her closer. His touch tickled her skin in such a way that she could not resist him. They backed into the wall of the deserted hallway, their bodies mashed together. She heard him say her name. It was barely a whisper but she took delight in it all the same.

Could she really stand not talking to him for however long his odd moods lasted? Could she take not feeling his presence? He would be there but not really. He would be the old Malfoy; the stubborn, wimpy, malicious, moronic, name-calling Malfoy that he had been since first year. There would be no trace of the Draco that had recently taken over the old Malfoy. He would be back to calling her a mudblood and she would be back to punching him.

Hermione wanted to cry. She wanted to burst into huge tears then and there, so she could be comforted by Malfoy while he still dared to comfort her. She wanted to tell him what was on her mind and she wanted him to truly listen and deny all her fears. She wanted him to tell her that he wasn't going to start ignoring her, that they could work out whatever it was that made him hate her. But she knew she couldn't cry, not then.

She pulled away from the boy that had been on her mind ever since the beginning of the school year. "You still hungry?" she asked smiling.

"Just a little," he said. "You?"

"A bit."

He took her hand in his. "Then let's go get something to eat."

On their way down, the two held the longest conversation in the history of Malfoys and Gryffindors. They talked freely with each other, surprising themselves by how easy it was to talk to one another. They talked about their favorite things, their pasts, their hopes, and many more. Draco told Hermione about his father, something he never told anyone. Hermione spoke of her family and childhood. To her surprise, Malfoy listened intently and seemed truly interested. He never interrupted her once. Can't say that about Ron. He laughed at her funny memories and seemed to understand her completely.

When they finally arrived at the Great Hall, she was talking about when she liked Ron. To her extreme delight, he seemed to be slightly jealous. In her eyes, if you're jealous, you usually like that person.

"You actually liked Weasley?" He had a scowl on his face. "What'd you ever see in him?"

Hermione laughed. "There are a lot of things I see in him that other people don't and probably won't."

At that, Malfoy stiffened. "What do you see in him now?" He looked straight ahead, not bothering to look her in the eye.

Hermione looked at him. "Does it matter? All I see in him is friendship…" Hermione grinned when his body relaxed. "for me and him anyway, but him and Pansy might be a different story," They both laughed at that.

"Well, you should probably go eat with the rest of your trio," Malfoy was looking at the Gryffindor table. She followed his gaze and saw Ron and Harry staring at them, Ginny was trying not to laugh.

"Who says I want to eat with them?" Hermione looked at Malfoy. He looked back at her confused and surprised. "I say we steal some food and run back upstairs and watch a movie."

Malfoy's eyebrows shot up. "And what, may I ask, sparked this idea?"

"Nothing really. I just don't feel like eating down here."

"And what do we tell our lovely friends?" He was smiling his smile again. Hermione felt her knees grow weak.

"Tell 'em we're working on prefect stuff or something."

"Your wish is my command." He smiled again and strode off to his table. I love him, he is amazing. : Finally! You finally get it: Oh God, not you again.

Hermione walked over to her friends. She was happier, if possible, than she was earlier in the day. They looked at her curiously.

"You seem happy," Ron stated.

"Thanks," Hermione said.

"Right. Where were you?" Harry asked.

"Beating up Malfoy for the bathroom," she said cheerily.

"Sounds like fun," Ron said with a snicker.

"Who won?" Ginny asked. Hermione knew that wasn't the question she was asking.

"He did," Hermione was still cheery which confused Ron even more. Ginny grinned; her question was answered.

"Why are you so happy about that?" Ron asked. Harry shot him a look that clearly said: "Don't bother, it's girl stuff." He had noticed the exchange between Ginny and Hermione.

"Because Ron, I still got to use the bathroom." Ginny started laughing as did Hermione.

"I don't get it."

"You never will Ron. It's girl stuff, I'd be afraid if you did get it," Harry said. Ron pouted.

"Well, I can't stay long, Malfoy and I have to discuss some prefect stuff McGonagall gave us," Hermione stated. She wasn't exactly lying. There was some truth in what she said; McGonagall did give them stuff to work on, but that wasn't what they were going to be doing.

"Have fun with that," Harry said halfheartedly. Ginny gave her the 'tell me everything' look and Ron just mumbled under his breath.

Hermione stood and headed for the door. She waited there for Malfoy. He was talking to Gwyn and…Pansy. Hermione's stomach gave a lurch as her eyes landed on Pansy. The odd anger was there again. It's called jealousy, hun. Her voice was probably right, as usual, but she didn't like to believe it. What did she have to be jealous about? Malfoy was probably only talking to them because Gwyn launched one of her hour long conversations. Pansy hade nothing to do with it. Weren't you the one who said that, and I quote, 'when you're jealous, that means that you really like that person': Shut up, I am not jealous. There is nothing to be jealous about. : Suure.

Hermione watched Malfoy attempt to break up the conversation. When he finally gave up on his seventh try, Gwyn grinned. She said something and Pansy turned to see Blaise. At that moment, Gwyn whispered something in Malfoy's ear. He looked up and his eyes met Hermione's. She smiled and he smiled back. He said something to Gwyn and walked away.

"Sorry, Gwyn launched into one of her 'conversations'," Draco said when he reached Hermione. "What's wrong?" He noticed the odd look on her face.

"Nothing, spacing out," she grinned sheepishly.

"Alright, off on our adventure," he stated as they headed back to their dorm. "I brought snacks," he pulled out four odd looking pastries. Hermione shook her head laughing.

"You are one weird person."

"So I've been told."

They talked and joked on their way to their dorm, they took the long way again. They joked so much that Hermione felt like she was with Harry or Ron and not her supposed 'worst enemy'. Before now she had never known that Malfoy could laugh or joke without someone at the butt of it all. She never knew he was fun or entertaining or interesting at the very least. He was even easier to talk to than Ginny was. There was just one topic that he wouldn't even think about approaching. Ironically, it was the same topic she wanted to know about the most.

For now she was content with them just talking like they were friends. She desperately hoped they would still be friends tomorrow. She couldn't think of tomorrow, it brought too much fear.

"What movie are we supposed to be watching now?" Draco asked when they were in the comfortable privacy of their dorm.

"Dunno," Hermione replied. "I'll go check my stock." She dashed up to her room excitedly.

Hermione rummaged through her stash of DVD's. She picked out five movies that she thought he would like and ran back down to the living room. "Pick whichever one you want to watch," she said. She held up the movies up so he could see them. She brought down comedies since Draco seemed to like to laugh (and she liked to hear him laugh). She held up Drop Dead Gorgeous, Big Daddy, Mr. Deeds, Happy Gilmore, and Better Off Dead.

"Adam Sandler fan, huh?" Malfoy said with a laugh.

"I guess. You know what, we should watch Drop Dead Gorgeous," Hermione suggested.

"Great, let's go."

They sat on the couch and opened Draco's laptop. "Is this really sappy?" he asked.

"No, it's funny though," Hermione assured. She pressed the play button.

"Popcorn!" Draco suddenly screamed.

"Wow, that was random," Hermione giggled. He grinned at her and got up to get popcorn. He came back just in time for the movie.

They sat close to each other again. This time their bodies did touch, but only a little. Draco seemed to like all the movies they watched. The two laughed together until they cried and then they laughed some more. By the time it was five, they had two movies left.

Malfoy got up and stretched. "Jeez, I feel so stiff."

"Sitting for six hours can do that to you," Hermione replied with a grin.

"Wow, We sat there for that long?" he asked incredulously. She nodded.

"huh," he said thoughtfully. "Let's watch the rest."

Hermione sat with Draco Malfoy, watching the last two movies. She loved being with him and didn't want to leave him, especially since they wouldn't be on speaking terms the next day.

They watched the movies, talked more and went to eat dinner with their separate friends. On their way back to their dorms, they took the long way again; to spent more time together. Hermione was exhausted when she and Malfoy finally went to bed (in their own SEPARATE beds, might I add- for all you dirty minded people...cough, cough...BECCA!...cough, cough, choke).

That night, she stayed up despite her exhaustion. She was too afraid that when she woke up, Draco would turn back into Malfoy. He was like Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde. Maybe he did have split personalities. No one could ever be sure. Hermione fell asleep with regret and fear. Regret, because she didn't want to sleep. Fear, because she was scared of the following day and for good reason.

Kay, I'm done with this chapter. I hope you liked. R&R. DO IT, DO IT NOW. (just press the button and say something really nice- it can be random too, I like randomness). The next few chapters are going to make me cry so they might be a little late.