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Again for those who don't know, this is a re-write, but no need to read the other one, since this one will have more detail, better spelling, and of course adequete words for all the parts. I hope you all enjoy this and please, let me know what you think of it :)

He had been trying to get her attention for about twenty minutes now, and still, she seemed distracted. He couldn't understand what was occupying her so much that she did not realize that he had decided to sit across from her, or maybe it was the fact it was arranged seating.

Draco sighed, giving up on getting his girlfriends attention, and turned to hsi salad, that had just appeared on his plate. He smirked, leave it to Hogwarts to make the food appear as it does everyday in the Great Hall. He picked up his fork, before feeling a nudge on his shin. Thinking it was the fabric of the table cloth he took a bite, savouring the taste of the perfect made dressing, and the crisp vegetables, until it happened again. He looked around the table, trying to note who it was nudging him.

Shrugging, he went back to his food. Until he felt a rather large hit. Dropping his fork, and his hand flying to his shin, his eyes shot up to meet the kind, sorry looking caramel ones. She nodded towards the door, and he nodded back in understandment and excused himself from the table mere minutes after her. He walked out, hearing the door softly close behind him, before setting off towards the north corridor, hoping he was headed in the correct direction. She came out of the darkness suddenly, her dress catching the few shutters of light from the burning candles, and he smiled, swooping in and placing a tender kiss on her cheek.

"You called me out." He stated, against her cheek, as he held her.

"Yes, actually." She stopped pulling away from him, taking off his mask then hers, and taking another step back.

"I called you out, you seemed to have something on your mind, in face, I had been trying to figure out exactly what your expression meant, before realizing it was... well you and that sometimes, you are almost... unreadable." She added the last word almost hesitantly, and she suddenly feared he might get the wrong idea.

"Me?" He scoffed,acting to be shocked with her sudden caring for him. "You called me out here, in the middle of my bloody salad, kicked me under the table.. more than once! And you wanted to talk about my feelings!" He stuffed his hand into his trouser pocket.

"My God Granger, your certainly one of a kind." He muttered, looking down at the ground, before pulling his sight up, to look at her blushing, shocked face.

"Well I'm sorry that I care too much for my boyfriend." She started, but was cut off by him, and she remembered why she had one found his an annoying git.

"Do you really want to know what's on my mind?" He asked, turning looking at the wall, as if suddenly interested by the design.

"Yes." She answered cautiously, not wanting to catch him off guard, she prepared herself for the worst, the scenario she had been imagining for the last few weeks, she began to feel the soon to be heartbreak, and began to ramble in her hear about how she would not cry, that she would not allow herself to cry, and yet somehow she knew that she would, after he'd left. She couldn't believe him! If he planned to do this during the ball, leave her heartbroken, while he was off... doing God knows what with Astoria. She shuddered, hoping this wasn't the case.

"I want... What I really want, is more, out of this... if you could call it that really... more out of this relationship." His face, was far too hopeful, and she began to plead he would burst out into laughter, telling her he was joking and that he was still fine with keeping the relationship a secret. But with no avail, he kept his gaze on her, the power of it, making he want to get down on her knees. She felt like screaming, how dare he bring his up now! Of all the times to bring the certain topic up, which she knew with no doubt that they had both been thinking about it consistently for atleast the past weak.

"Your serious?" She spluttered, staggering back, her hand on her chest, panting as if suddenly cut off from her air source.

He nodded, his eyes still glued to hers, and she suddenly began to wish he would stop staring at her like the way his was now. His mercury-silver eyes glowing with determination, something she saw in his eyes far too often. She shook her head, and looked back up, wanting to tell him to get away, or stop, or to burst out into laughter at her reaction. She mentally kicked herself, this is what she got for watching his expression, when he thought she didn't realize.

"Malfoy, lets not be... pretentious. You are not supposed to want this, not at all, in fact, I would have thought.. as a likely bystander, that you would want this a secret, for as long as possible." She started off, and once again he cute her off.

"I did, before. But now, all I want, what I really want, is for people to know your mine, and only mine, I don't care, what the others will say, not about this, about us, because Hermione." He paused fisting his hand. "For the first time, I feel happy, without needing to put down other, and you did that, you make me better, and I want people to know it was you." He looked up, and caught her shaking her head, her eyes wide, flying to from surface to object, then to him.

"No... No! I will not do this, what will everyone think. Did you see how my friends reacted, can you honestly imagine how everyone else would react. You are teribly wrong Malfoy, I will not do this! This whole... thing!" Her eyes flew up and she watched as she said the last word, and how it affected him. His eyes widened, his outstretched hand slowly retreating, his face began to guard his emotions. "Yes, it is a thing! It was never supposed to be here, not between us. People expected me with Ron. I saw myself with Ron! And then suddenly, you came up, and you make me happy, and your my reason of... everything, but letting this out, to everyone... no! It's wrong, no one will understand, at some points, I don't even understand. This was never supposed to happen, it's best we keep it to a minimal. And your friends! And you family! How would they react! You'd be an oucast, by all! You'll bring your name down! I'm a mudblood! I'm not a pureblood trophy like Astoria, or Pansy." She stopped panting. "No." She added, practically spitting the word in his face.

She watched his face, and suddenly wished she'd never said anything. His face was full of disgust, but his eyes were solid, not a singly feeling showing through them. She watched as his hands were frozen at his sides, and she looked up once again, finally, pulling enough bravery to look into his stromy-cloud eyes.

"Your worried about this." He sneered sardonically. "I'm putting everything aside for you, and you have the strength to spit it back into my face. Good then, maybe your right. Go back to your precious damn Weasely, because clearly, everything I am offering you isn't enough. Maybe your right, we don't belong, and I'll go back to my regular notches."

She didn't know why but the words stung her, as if they were burning her. She strectched her hand out, but her stepped back. And she opened her mouth once again, not interpreting the words coming out.

"Your right! You have shown me exactly where I went wrong, I'll go back to my house, and you go back to yours! I actually hate you, did you know that. Either way! You and I are wrong anyway,we always have been! This shouldn't even be here, this entire... thing shouldn't be here"

"Then maybe we should end it!" He roared back, his anger finally being unleashed on her. He had let her tear him down with each of her spoken words. His shock radiated off of his face, and he was trying too hard to keep his eyes blank.

She froze, and he suddenly realized what he had just said. She looked down and then back at him, their masks now laying forgotten on the ground, their pants from yelling at each other filled the air.

"Is that what you want?" She asked, her eyes widening, as if just taking in what she had just spewed at him.

He didn't reply, instead, he picked up his mask, and placed it back on, staring at her the entire time, until it was back perfectly in place.

She glared at him, picked hers up, and turned. Freezing for what felt like a nanosecond, before walking down the hall.

He began walking back too, not wanting to waste any more time.

She hadn't even given him time to respond.

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