Soooo.... here's the next chapter. Thank you for all the awesome reviews that I got! I've passed 550 now! It's crazy! I love you all! So, read, review, and enjoy!

Hermione sat at the Gryffindor table the next morning feeling entirely too groggy. Harry and Ginny seemed pleased that herself and Ron had made up after their riff.

"Pass the toast, would you please?" She asked Neville, who was staring behind her with a strange look on his face. She whipped around to see Draco staring straight at her, his grey eyes piercing into her own brown ones the moment that they met.

She turned around quickly, so as to not draw attention to them, and dug into her notebook for their linked diary.

Stop staring! She scribbled quickly. If Neville's noticed, than so have others!

His handwriting appeared almost instantly. Meet me by the lake during study hall.

She sighed, and wrote her agreement, wondering what could be going on that was so urgent.

"What's up, Hermione?" Harry asked, startling her out of her thoughts.

"Nothing," she replied hastily. "I have to go . . . tutor someone outside during study hall, is all. I was trying to think of what I'm supposed to be teaching her."

"Who is it?" Ginny asked, instantly curious.

"Oh, just a second year Hufflepuff. No one that you three would know." She replied, thinking on her toes now. She felt bad about lying to her friends, but she couldn't very well tell them that she was meeting Draco by the lake. It would cause people to talk. Especially Lavender and Parvarti, who were notorious for eavesdropping on anything and everything that was going on.

Ron nodded his head in agreement. "Probably not," he said, his mouth stuffed with apple cinnamon oatmeal. She thought of S.P.E.W. and decided that she would go visit the kitchens sometime this week to see how the house elves were. Maybe she would even be able to convince Draco to join.

When the bell sounded for the start of first period, study hall for all Gryffindor and Slytherin sixth years, Hermione practically shot out of her seat, saying a quick goodbye to her friends, and making her way down to the tree by the lake.

"Hermione?" Draco asked cautiously, coming around the tree that she was now sitting against.

She smiled up at him, her eyes slightly squinted in the bright morning sunlight. "Hey."

"Hey," he replied, sitting next to her. "What happened to you last night?" He asked.

"What do you mean?" She asked, genuinely confused.

"You never replied to my message. You're not mad at me, are you?" He asked, real concern in his voice.

She smiled and kissed his hand that had twined itself in hers. "No. I was distracted. Ron came downstairs to talk to me."

"I saw you two talking at your table this morning." He told her. "I'm glad the two of you have reconciled your differences."

"I didn't think you liked Ron?" She asked him.

He chuckled a bit under his breath. "No," he replied. "I don't. But you do, and that's what counts. It was making you unhappy, not speaking with one of your best friends. I would never want that for you, no matter my feelings on them. All that matters is that you are happy."

She smiled broadly. "Thank you." She told him.

He leaned down and kissed her gently. "There is nothing to thank me for. It's just how things should be." They sat there for a few moments in silence, just enjoying each other's presence. "So," he began slyly. "What exactly was it that you smelled in that potion?"

She blushed deeply and shook her head. "I'm not telling you."

"C'mon, Hermione." He pleaded. "I'll tell you if you tell me," he suggested.

She sighed, finally. "Fine, fine," she said. I'll tell you." She took a deep breath, nerves making her slightly shaky. "It was you. The certain way that you smell."

"The certain way that I smell?" He questioned.

"Yeah, you . . . you smell like clean linen, and toothepaste, and your hair . . . it just smells like you." She blushed crimson. "I'm sorry," she stammered. "It's stupid, I know, but it's just that - "

His lips captured hers in a passionate kiss. When the broke apart, he whispered against her neck, "It's just that there's a certain scent that always reminds me of you. And I've never smelt anything like it before. It's one-hundred percent you."

She nodded. "Exactly."

Their lips met again, and they stayed locked in a kiss until the bell rang to signal that second period had started.

Hermione stood up to leave, and Draco pulled her back to him for a moment, pressing his lips softly to her forehead. "I love you, Hermione," he whispered into her hair.

"Me, too," she replied before hurrying to class.

So, it's just some fluff. But I felt like writing something cute. Also, some people said that this has moved quickly. I agree, it has, but I was impatient while writing it, and it's fine. It's called fanFICTION for a reason, yeah? Anywho, review, please! :D