AN: As you may know, this story is a write-as-I-go kind of thing, so I am still having an argument in my head whether I should have Hermione tell Draco about the kiss or not... oh well, we shall see.
They got back just as the rest of the polyjuice wore off, and they put the rest in a cabinet, in case it was needed. They went to their respective rooms, and begun to put their things away. They would have nothing to do the rest of that day, so Hermione decided to color-code her closet, and then organize her new jewelry and make-up.
She rarely used make-up, but she figured she would get a bit so she could experiment with new looks, seeing as she would definitely have time. Mrs. Weasley decided to add a bathroom in Hermione's and Ginny's rooms, they were girls and they would take longer showers and she didn't want any reasons for fighting in this house.
Ever since Mr. an Mrs. Malfoy arrived, she had seen very little of them, though they didn't like her or the Weasleys, or Harry for that matter, they could at least talk with them and try being civil rather than just ignoring them all together. You would think, but they just stayed in their room until meal times.
Hermione dusted off her bookshelves, which were not nearly as empty as before, now that she had bought several more from Flourish and Blotts, and her desk was fully stocked too. She felt that she could finally call this place home. She was currently wearing her green t-shirt, and grey sweat pants that were capris, so they only went to her ankles, and her black slippers.
In Draco's room, things were not nearly as organized as in Hermione's. He had papers scattered over his desk, there were books on the bookshelf, but they were not as neat as Hermione's. His bed was not made, his closet was an utter mess, and he had dirty clothes laying about the floor.
Hermione walked into his room with wide eyes. He smiled at her expression as her eyes took in the mess around her.
"Was there a tornado in here?" she asked with a smile. He frowned, though it was only fake, and looked at her.
"Can we talk?" she asked him. He nodded, curious and pulled her by her waist to sit on his bed.
"I need to tell you something, and you might get mad, but I swear, I didn't do it to hurt you, it just happened and it's over." Hermione said, and Draco felt fear growing in his stomach.
"Go ahead." he told her, and her feet suddenly became very interesting.
"I kissed Harry. I didn't want to, it just happened, but we stopped and I had to tell you to get it off my chest. I'm so sorry Draco, I promise it will never happen again." she said, tears welling up in her eyes.
"You kissed him." Draco growled, you could easily hear the hurt in his voice, and his eyes looked as if they were getting a little watery too, but it disapeared and turned into hate. Hermione got off the bed and backed up away from him.
"Draco, I'm so sorry." Hermione said, tears gliding down her face.
"You think sorry will fix the fact that you kissed him while you were dating me?" he asked her, and she noticed the emphasis on the word 'were'.
"I didn't think it would be that big a deal, people make mistakes, no one is perfect, and that was me being imperfect. I though you would be okay with it. I promise it will never happen again, it was a stupid mistake." the brunette said.
"You're right, it will never happen again, I can't do this," he said, motioning to the two of them, "If you are just going to go behind my back and kiss every boy you know." Draco growled, looking down, his fists clenched.
"Draco, stop, you're being melodramatic. This isn't nearly as bad as it seems." Hermione told him, grabbing his arm. He yanked it out of her grip, and stepped away.
"Give me a while, go. Now." he said, willing her to go out of his room before he did something he would regret. Hermione went to her room and bawled her eyes out into her pillow. She cryed until there were no tears left to shed. She sat up, hugging her now wet pillow, and looked at the back of her door. It was plain white, boring.
She put her pillow back to it's regular spot and lay down, going to sleep. Draco on the other hand was pacing around his room, hitting his head against the wall, kicking his bed, throwing pillows around the room, and doing anything to get his anger out.
He wasn't angry with Hermione, no he was angry with himself for being such an idiot. How could he yell at the most precious thing in his life, the light, the thing he got up for each morning. He hated himself for it, and he could never get over it. Not even if she forgave him.
He would apologize, first thing tomorrow, and treat her like a princess no matter what her response was. If she was sane, she would push him out of her life, but in an idealistic world, she would welcome him back in as if there were never any pain. As if. But Draco would never forget what he did to her.
He sat on his bed, and continued to think to himself for the next hour, then finally fell asleep. Both of them were laying down in deep sleeps, wishing this day had never happened.
Mrs. Weasley floated through the kitchen preparing for breakfast and Mrs. Malfoy looking around.
"You're sure there isn't anything I can do to help, dear?" the blonde witch asked. Mrs. Weasley chuckled to herself as the smell of waffles wafted through the air, pulling most of the children from their bedrooms downstairs with grumbling stomachs.
"Sorry, all, you will have to wait five more minutes until breakfast is ready. If the other two aren't down in fifteen minutes, I will send one of you up to get them." Mrs. Weasley told the children, who were aching from hunger.
Draco got out of his bed, and walked to Hermione's room and knocked on the door. He heard a soft thud on the floor before footsteps approached him. The white door opened, revealing a red-eyed Hermione. She made to slam the door in his face, but he put his foot in the frame so the door would stop.
"Can we talk?" he asked her, and she walked to her bed.
"You can, but that doesn't mean I will listen. Or answer." she said, her nose up in the air. Draco stepped into the room, closing the door behind him, and sat in the chair next to her desk. He took a deep breath and looked her in the eyes.
"I'm sorry. I'm very much aware sorry doesn't always help, I know. But I truly am, and I never meant to hurt you. I could tell you the reason I did it, but I don't want to scare you. I was having an extremely bad day, and people make mistakes, yesterday was my mistake. Those were your words." he said, adding a half-hearted smirk at the end.
Hermione rolled her eyes and looked away, but Draco pulled her chin so their eyes met.
"I love you, and that will never change, don't you worry about it for one minute. No matter what your response to this is, I will love you more than my own life, and never stop, no matter what you see, don't let anything or anyone tell you different." he told her, and saw her eyes watering.
"Draco, you said you didn't want to tell me why you did that, you can tell me. I want to know what could possibly make you so angry." Hermione whispered, grabbing his hand and loking into his eyes.
"Voldemort. When he's mad, I feel as if I can feel it too, and it's not too fun. Sometimes I see flashes of things he sees." Draco muttered, and Hermione's eyes went wide. She nodded and put a fake smile on her face, pulling him up as they walked downstairs for breakfast.
Everyone noticed how oddly cheery they looked, and thought it was a bit weird. They ate with much chatter, and then the kids seperated themselves and went to their rooms. Hermione pulled Harry aside, and looked at him.
"Harry, I need you to meet me and Draco in my room in about five minutes." she said quickly running off before he could say anything. She ran to her room, and looked through her diary, and found an enrty she wrote last year. Fifth year was the year Harry had discovered his and Voldemort's connection.
Draco walked into her room and sat on the bed, and just minutes later, Harry strolled in. Draco tensed, but relaxed when Hermione sat next to him and put her arm around him.
"Draco, tell Harry what you told me." Hermione said in his ear, and Draco's eyes went wide.
"I can't, I shouldn't have told you about it." he whispered.
"Draco, it's okay, the same thing happens with Harry." she whispered, and he sighed.
"Okay," Draco said taking a deep breath and mentally preparing himself, "I have been feeling the same things as Voldemort and seeing glimpses of things he sees. It's been happening for a while now, and Hermione tells me you have the same... er... condition." Draco said, taking a deep breath and squeezing his eyes closed for a second.
"Really?" Harry said, sounding relieved for a second, relieved in the sense that he wasn't in this alone so much anymore.
"Well, they all tell me to shut him out, but seeing as that hasn't worked..." Harry started before Hermione glared at him.
"We have to figure out the reasoning for this connection. There must be some reason that only the two of us can hear him and feel what he feels. We need to talk to Dumbledore." Harry said, standing up.
"How is that going to happen Harry, he's at Hogwarts." Hermione said, and Harry looked at her.
"Surely, Hermione, even you could have thought of something as simple as floo." Harry scoffed.
"And if that doesn't work?" she waited expectantly.
"We're done for." he said simply, and lead the other two out of the room. TThey walked downstairs and looked at everyone walking around, and then went back upstairs.
"Okay, change of plans, we wait until everyone is asleep." Harry said, and went back to his room. Hermione walked and sat on her bed, and Draco left her alone. She decided now was as good a time as ever to decorate the back of her door.
AN: A lot happened in this chapter, I know. Ha, I best the system (by that, I mean, I got another chapter out before school. I can count the days on two hands...) I hope you all liked this chapter, I think my writing has definitely improved since the first chapter of this story, what do you think. Okay I was watching Glee, and I decided to listen to the song Cadnles by Hey Monday (not the Glee version, I had never heard the original before) and let me tell you it was the best. Okay enough chit-chat, time for you to review and me to write the next chapter.