A/n: So sorry for the late update… I did promise that I was going to try and update as much as possible but three things did happen simultaneously to prevent that from happening. 1. I planned out the next 4 chapters of this fic 2. I went on vacation for a couple of days in Baltimore 3. I just devoured "Twilight" by Stephenie Meyer… so before I start "New Moon" I am going to update, no matter how alluring the story and the smell of the new pages may seem…


The Danger of Chocolate Truffles


Hermione Granger happily made her way through London. Her eyes were pulled from one store to another as she made her way up the familiar street towards the Leaky Cauldron. The people whizzed around her angrily, with other agendas pre-occupying their minds as she made her way slowly to the place that she could only see.

She was…happy…more like ecstatic of the idea that she was going to choreograph for Elijah Bennet. Her mind wandered to the sudden change of her life. She had went from not doing much of anything to planning an engagement party, coming up with choreography, and contemplating her future. She wanted to think that it was luck that caused this drastic change, but it was one person, Draco Malfoy. He had suggested to Elijah to use her. His presence alone made her made her realize that things could never go back to being the way they were, no matter how much she waited or wanted it to.

She crossed the street and made her way into the Leaky Cauldron. After waving to the familiar barman she made her way to the back. The sun pleasantly warmed her face, which was a surprise seeing how it was raining steadily at her own house. Her mind was soon occupied with thoughts of books and supplies as the brick wall moved to reveal Diagon Alley.

Diagon Alley was packed to the brim of wizards, witches, house elves, and other magical beings. Her eyes followed a pack of girls talking and giggling loudly. Was it that time of the year already? She glanced up and down the street and realized that it was packed to the brim mostly with Hogwarts students and their parents. She passed the apothecary, Madame Malkins, and Flourish and Blotts, as she made her way to her first destination the wizarding bank, Gringotts.


"Lunch is ready,"

"If you want to call it a lunch," Malfoy said glancing at his watch.

A now dry Draco Malfoy sat down at the small kitchen table that was laden with food. He began piling his plate with potatoes as Blaise brought over the drinks.

"Hermione was in a right state," Cheryl said softly as she fixed her eyes on Draco's.

Malfoy didn't respond.

"She still has feelings for you, you know, or she wouldn't have gotten so angry."

He still didn't respond. His mind was full of thoughts of a half naked Hermione. Her muscles had softened, but still held their shapely form. Her body was just like he'd remembered. He imagined his hands running softly up her back and his lips tasting the most delicate parts of her neck. He imagined her moaning under him, her tongue betraying her rational thought by letting a profanity slip.

"So the question now is how are you going to get her back?"

"No," Blaise interjected. "The question is do you want her back?"

They both looked at him from across the table.

"I do want her back." He said.

"Look we need to come up with the perfect plan in order to maximize the time that you guys spend with one another." Cheryl piped up.

He knew they weren't going to drop the subject, but he had to at least try. He needed to figure this out on his own.

"Let's not talk about this now," He said turning to his potato filled plate. "How about we talk about your engagement party?"

"Look Malfoy," Cheryl said ignoring him. "She is lonely, and she still has feelings for you, no matter how hard she tries to fight them or you."

Malfoy sighed. "Well go on then."


Hermione let her eyes adjust to the light which took a couple of blinks. She was standing outside of Gringotts, after accessing her account, now trying to decide where to go first. She then began making her way back up the cobbled street towards the apothecary. She was going to need more ingredients for her household cleaners and potions.

Twenty minutes later she had a small brown bag filled with smelly ingredients. Her list in one hand and the bag in the other she began making her way to Flourish and Blotts. She looked to the long list of books on cases of house elves and their rights before something hard crashed into her. Her list fell softly to the ground as the paper bag exploded on the ground allowing the unbreakable vials and bottles to roll on the cobbled walkway.

"Sorry," she mumbled. She used her wand to summon her jars and placed them in the bag. She looked around for her fallen list.

"Here you are." A semi-familiar voice called out.

Hermione looked up, her eyes blinded by the sunlight. She shielded her eyes which focused on Oliver Wood, a fellow Gryffindor.

"Wood?" She questioned.

"Merlin's beard, is that you Hermione Granger?" He said smiling.

Hermione instantly noticed his charismatic smile, his soft accent and his brown hair, which had grown substantially since the last time she saw him. Had it been eleven years? He held out his hand which she grabbed. His hand was warm in hers. She stood up lightly and adjusted her blouse.

"Thanks,"

"So what brings you here?" He asked. His eyes wavered to take her in.

"Just getting a few things, nothing special, how about you?"

Her eyes flickered instinctively to his left hand which was bare. That was surprising.

"Well I'm in London visiting friends, and I decided to swing by and grab some equipment."

He gestured to the store they were standing in front of. Hermione hadn't noticed that they were standing outside of Quality Quidditch Supplies.

"Still playing are you?"

"Yes, very much." He said smiling. His face was rough and rugged with stubble. She had the urge to feel the roughness with her own fingers. "Might retire soon, been hit by too many bludgers. I just got an offer to coach for the minor league right here in London. It's an all girls league but the pay is too hard to pass up."

"Well that's good."

There was an awkward silence between the both of them. She felt his gaze rake her body softly and painfully as she turned away trying not the blush under the intensity.

"Well it was nice seeing you." She said smiling lightly.

"Yes, it definitely was," he said smiling back. "And maybe we will bump into one another again sometime."

Hermione smiled in response and turned away from him.


"Or you can…"

"Okay, I think I have enough ideas." Malfoy said roughly. The ideas that Cheryl and Blaise were coming up with were getting more ridiculous by the second. He glanced down at his watch.

"Do you need to be somewhere?" Cheryl asked.

"Er…sort of, but it's not important."

Malfoy cleared his plate by sending it to the sink with his wand.

"I think the best way for you to get reacquainted with one another is to plan the engagement party together."

"Finally, an idea I can work with, plus I have a back up plan if that doesn't work."

"You had a plan all along, why didn't you tell us?" Cheryl said angrily.

"I told you that I didn't want to talk about it, just to let you know, we will be inseparable over the next couple of weeks."

"Inseparable?" Blaise questioned.

"Yes," He replied. "I don't think of it as a plan. If she still has feelings, like I do, then I don't see a reason why we shouldn't get back together."

They all sat silent contemplating.

"Well there is one major problem you haven't considered," Blaise started. "Your girlfriend."

Blaise was right of course. There was Ana, a true force to be reckoned with. He had heard of her famous breakups. In the cases in which she broke up with the guy, it wasn't pretty, but in the cases in which the guy broke up with her, well that was a different story. Ana was the jealous type, almost the same as Pansy, but much worse. Her vindictive nature, her passion, zeal, and fervor attracted him in the first place.

"I'm going to have to make her break up with me." He heard himself say.

"Why not just break up with her? You do have feelings for Hermione right?" Cheryl asked.

"Of course I do," he started. "But you don't want to get on the wrong side of Ana."

Blaise shook his head.

"Mate," he started. "This isn't Hogwarts anymore, we talk of plans and we scheme for what? Go for what you want."

Malfoy did know what he wanted. As soon as he got on the plane to New York he had the urge to turn and head back to her side. Those four years without her were the longest of his life, and since she had refused to see any of his end of the year shows it had pained him to realize that maybe she had found someone else. It had burned him deep to his core the thought of her living her life with someone else. So he continued to work to keep his mind off of her, but it did nothing to mitigate the pain. He then met Ana at work, and she reminded him so much of Hermione that he couldn't stop himself from asking her out. No matter how much Ana reminded him of Hermione's fiery attitude and her intelligence there was one thing that she couldn't imitate, it was the way she danced. No matter how many years of training Ana had, she would never carry herself with the grace and natural ability that Hermione had.

Hermione also had this effect on him like no other. She challenged him where it mattered most. They were both stubborn, but she had the ability to change his mind when no other could. He then remembered her scent, the scent of her skin had quickened his breath and made his blood rush through his veins. He had the carnal craving to rip her apart right then and there. He knew what he wanted, and didn't care what the consequences were, but he knew that the consequences would not only affect him, it would affect Hermione and Elijah Bennet as well. That was one risk he could not afford to take.

"I do know what I want, but if I go after it head on a lot of people will get hurt in the process."

"This sound like the plan with Pansy all over again, it's not going to end well."

Malfoy saw Cheryl flinch and saw a dark shadow pass behind her eyes.

"This is nothing like the situation with Pansy."

"Of course it is, you will do something stupid and I will end up having to save you… again."

Cheryl turned her attention to Blaise. "What do you mean 'save you again'?"

"Look, it's not only me I have to worry about, there are others involved and I don't want to do this without thinking of the consequences."

"Blaise," Cheryl said ignoring Malfoy. "What do you mean 'save you again'?"

There was a thick silence that was only matched by the tension that was in the air.


Hermione made her way down the cobbled streets, her bags and packages slowing down her journey. She had a little over an hour left before she would make her way to Elijah's flat. On her way to Florean Fortescue's she saw an explosion of color coming down from one of the side streets. She knew that it could only have come from one place, The Weasley's Wizard Wheezes, she had the sudden urge to visit the old joke shop. She stood there contemplating and didn't find a reason why she shouldn't. It had been a while since she last spoken to Ron, and now that he was engaged to be married there was no reason for her to worry about angry feelings from the Weasley family.

She began working her way down the crowded street to the joke shop. When she reached the store front she wasn't surprised to see it packed with Hogwarts students, all trying to get in some shopping in before the year started on September 1st. She made her way inside and saw Ginny standing at the counter. Ginny eyed her carefully, it wasn't a mean look she was giving, it was more of a puzzled look, a vexing stare. Hermione turned away from her gaze and began looking at the items on display. She looked from the extendable ears to the edible watches which changed time whenever it felt like it, making sure that you're always either too early or too late. Her eyes glanced to the cage of puffskeins and new and improved ton tongue toffee "So long that you can jump rope!"

"Do you need any help?" A familiar voice called out.

Hermione turned to see Ron's flaming red hair. He embraced her in a hug.

"It is so good to see you. I'd notice those bushy curls anywhere" He said smiling brightly once he released his embrace. His blue eyes twinkled with excitement.

"Like wise Ronald." Hermione replied smiling.

Ron had grown so much since the last time she had seen him. He was burly almost like Oliver Wood. He was tall and yet stocky as defined muscles covered he once lanky frame. Quidditch did do a body good. He was wearing an orange Chudley Cannons hat which clashed violently with his red hair and his magenta work robes.

"So how's life?" Hermione asked.

"Well it's going great." He said grinning. "It's weird Harry and I was just talking about you last night."

"Really?"

"Yea…" he trailed off. "But I'm here working until the new season starts. I'm keeper for the Chudley Cannons you know."

"I've heard." Hermione said lightly. "I also hear that a new person will be joining the Weasley clan."

His face turned red instantly, matching his flaming red hair.

"Yes, well Pansy is one of a kind."

"I wanted to offer my congratulations and best wishes for you in the future." She said happily.

"Thanks," he replied. He glanced down at his watch, "Hey I'm about to go on break, you don't have time for a bite at Fortescue's? We could catch up."

"Sure."

"Let me just tell George that I'm going."

She watched as Ron pulled the magenta robes over his head. He walked behind the counter and Hermione followed him. She leaned up against the counter, and a very pregnant Ginny Weasley smiled weakly at her.

"Hello Ginny,"

"Hi Hermione." Ginny said smiling.

"Boy or girl?" Hermione asked.

"Harry doesn't want to know, but it's a boy."

"Well congratulations."

She watched in silence as Ginny made another sale. When Ron finally came out of the back she felt relieved to be removed from her present company.

"It was nice seeing you again Ginny."

She didn't reply, so Ron steered Hermione out onto the street. He looked down at her bags and offered to carry the heavier ones. They made their way up the street and around the corner to Florean Fortescue's. A waitress greeted them upon arrival and sat them down on a table outside.

"So…"

"So…" Hermione said in response. She knew that it was going to be awkward, but not this awkward. They hadn't been alone in such a long time.

"Getting married huh?" She started.

Ron responded and Hermione nodded him along. Their conversation was a bit shy at first, but completely honest. She soon felt completely at ease, laughing easily where she was supposed to. Their banter went back and forth and then it came around to her life. He was just as interested in her life as she was his. Her story was not as exciting but he listened with rapt attention.

"So you haven't been with Malfoy?" He asked his spoon halfway in his scoop of pistachio ice cream. "I thought you guys would have tied the knot by now."

Hermione was surprised with the ease that he asked this question. Wasn't he still upset with her about that whole situation that happened eight years ago?

"Not since seventh year. Didn't you see the prophet, he has a girlfriend."

"Well the fact that he has a girlfriend shouldn't stop you; it never stopped you before, why should it now." Ron said.

Hermione felt the guilt flood her almost instantly, but before she could digest that he continued.

"So it's been what, eight years, from what I saw on that stage I completely understood why you cheated on me. I bet he's kicking himself right now for leaving you, and he's probably not even happy with what's her name. Soon you two will be together."

"Ron, it's not that easy… it's more complicated than that."

"Well make it uncomplicated. You've been apart for eight years, why would you waste a single second now that he's back."

"But he left."

"Yes he did, but he will most likely spend the rest of his days making it up to you."

There was silence. Ron made it sound easy, and it was easy, rationally, but when emotions get involved it becomes more complicated.

"But remember, just because you take him back doesn't mean that you forgive him."

They were silent. Hermione was spreading around her raspberry ice cream, not really eating it. Ron glanced at his watch before putting his spoon back on his dish.

"Look Ron, I'm really really sorry for what happened between us." She blurted out. Something about his last statement gave her the strong impulse to apologize. Maybe it was the fear that he had taken her back, but had not forgiven her. She knew that she broke his heart, just like Malfoy did to her. She knew what it felt like and realized that no one should ever feel this pain.

"Hermione," he said taking her hand. "It is ok. I forgive you fully, plus if it wasn't for you I wouldn't have met Pansy. Now with that out of the way I want you to come over for Sunday dinner, mum misses you of course and Harry will be glad to see you as well as the rest of the Weasley clan."

Hermione didn't know about this. She knew that Mrs. Weasley could be painstakingly nice, even when she wasn't happy with you. Her thoughts flashed to the chicken size chocolate egg that she received for Easter her fourth year. She wondered how her reception would be received.

"I don't know Ron…"

"I will tell everyone to behave, just swing by."

"Ok." She replied. Her worry was outweighed by her curiosity; she did want to see what everyone was up to.

Ron glanced back down at his watch and Hermione did the same. She had to get going if she was going to catch the underground.

"I have to get going…"

"Yea, my break is nearly over…"

Hermione slid out of the booth. She shrunk her belongings so that they all fit into one bag. She reached for her bag to pay, but before she could Ron had placed the money on the table.

"My treat," he said smiling. "Just make sure you're there on Sunday at five."

"Thanks." She grabbed Ron in a friendly hug. "I'll be there."

Hermione left the restaurant, full and happy. She was on speaking terms with Ron again, and now she was going to see Elijah Bennet, nothing could ruin this.


Malfoy glanced at his watch carefully noting the time and trying not to listen to the angry whispers that past between Blaise and Cheryl.

"I'll explain later…"

"No you're going to explain it to me now!"

"Well," Malfoy said standing. "Thanks for the food Cheryl, I have to get going, I'm supposed to meet Ana and I'm running a bit late."

Blaise looked up at him, a murderous look in his eye. Malfoy couldn't blame Cheryl for getting angry. Blaise didn't tell her the complete truth and he knew that he was going to get it. Malfoy grabbed his belongings and left through the back door apparating on the spot.


Hermione decided the best way to get to Elijah's house was through the underground. He lived right across the street from a stop. She would have traveled by magical means, but she didn't know if he was connected to the floo network, nor did she know a safe place in the city where she could apparate.

She followed the crowd through the dank dirty underground station to the sunlight above. She rejoiced happily in the fresh summer air, as she made her way across a very crowded street. She found his building easily and was greeted by a doorman.

After making her way across the lobby and to the elevators she waited patiently. She couldn't help but feel a bit nervous. She wondered what the ballet was going to be about, what he wanted from her. The elevator ride was surprisingly short as she got off on the twelfth floor. Her shoes clicked softly against the wooden floor as her thoughts wandered to what Ron said. He was right, what was the point of being this miserable without Malfoy? She knew that they belonged together, and she knew that she was going to eventually take him back, but what was the point of staying mad at him. It happened, she was miserable, he had followed his dreams, and from what was about to happen, she could still follow her own. There was no point in expending any more wasted energy hating him.

She found herself in front of Elijah's flat. She took a deep breath before knocking lightly. She waited a few moments and the door opened to reveal Elijah Bennet, the great choreographer and teacher.

"Miss Granger! I am so glad that you've decided to come." He grinned from ear to ear.

"Of course I was going to come." She replied smiling. His grin was infectious. He leaned in and kissed the air on either side of her cheeks. He then stepped aside and invited her into his luxurious apartment.

She was surprised at how big it was and rationalized that he had enlarged it by magical means. She looked from the gleaming stainless steel to the black leather couches. She smelled a familiar scent of warm crumpets and butter. He motioned her to a chair and she sat down smoothing her skirt in the process.

"Tea will be ready in a minute." He said lightly. "We have been talking about you all afternoon."

"We?" she asked.

Before Elijah could respond she heard a voice call out.

"Elijah darling, a bulb went out on your vanity mirror."

Hermione looked towards the direction of the voice at the same instant that the speaker made herself known. She recognized her instantly from the Daily Prophet. Her shiny hair was long and black her face was thin, pointed and pale. Her skin was similar to Malfoy's pale, but just like him she was beautiful. Her light blue eyes flickered to Hermione's.

"Ana, this is Hermione Granger." Elijah said lightly.

"Oh so you're Hermione Granger. Draco has told me so much about you."

Hermione didn't like the tone of her voice. She was being nice, but Hermione knew better. It seemed as though she was expecting someone completely different.

"It's a pleasure," Hermione said inkling her head towards Ana.

"I'll go get the tea."

Elijah left them alone.

"So you're Draco's old partner." Ana eyes looked her up and down in one full sweep.

Hermione was getting annoyed. This girl was definitely on a high horse.

"Yes, and you're his new partner, I'm glad that we have established that." Hermione snapped.

"Well let's just say I was expecting a bit more since both Elijah and Draco talked so very highly of you." She replied smiling

Hermione just stated at her, and it dawned on her why she could stay mad at Malfoy. He had left her for this? Hermione could feel herself getting angrier by the second.

"I still have no clue," Ana started, "Why they would want you? You haven't studied under the greats, you're just the owner of some second rate dance school."

"Just because you say it with a smile doesn't make you any less of a bitch." Hermione said nicely. She added a smile to show her that she could do it too.

"How are my leading ladies?" Elijah's sing song voice called out to them.

"We're fine," Ana said. "Just getting acquainted."

Ana's cheerful face fell. "You better stay away from Draco."

"Or what?" Hermione said smiling. "What are you going to do?"

"Let's just say that I will make sure that you never dance on the world stage."

"Is that a threat?" Hermione asked. She looked to Ana's hardened face. She could see her jaw clench. "You shouldn't be worried, why would Draco ever fall for a dancer who owns a second rate dance school?"

At that moment Elijah came out of the kitchen with a polished silver tray. He had a three tier dessert tray in one hand and the other was balancing a pot of tea and four mugs. He placed it lightly on the table between them.

"So let's get started shall we?" Elijah said happily, his face shinning with excitement.

As he poured the tea Ana stared daggers at Hermione, but she didn't back down. Elijah gave her a steaming hot mug of Earl Grey tea first. She added milk for flavor and began drinking just to do something. She could feel her blood boiling. Hermione couldn't understand why Ana hated her so much, but she was never going to back down from her. Ana didn't scare her.

After pouring Ana some tea he began explaining the ballet to Hermione who listened with rapt attention. He explained that it was about two lovers who are born in different worlds. As he explained it, it reminded her almost of the story between her and Malfoy.

"So I just need you to choreograph the most important pieces." He said smiling.

"No pressure right?" Hermione said smiling.

"I would like you to choreograph the affair, the unveiling of the affair, and the break up." He said excitedly. "I just want you to have fun, paint a story of sex, passion, and heartbreak. You're motivation for the affair, is pure unadulterated passion, a carnal hunger…"

"So sorry I'm late," a voice called out.

Hermione recognized that voice instantly. It was Malfoy.


"Draco my dear boy, it is quite alright. I was just explaining the ballet to our star choreographer." Elijah called out.

Malfoy looked to Hermione and she looked back at him and tried to hide her shock. She didn't think that he was going to be here too, nor did she think that Ana was going to be here either. He had changed out of his wet clothes into a crisp button down and some jeans. His hair was untidy almost as if he just dried his hair.

"It is so good to see you Granger." He said catching himself. "I'm glad that you decided to do this."

"Likewise," Hermione replied. She guessed that he didn't tell Ana about his visit.

Hermione could feel Elijah's eyes go from her to Malfoy as if he was watching a tennis match.

"Ana, I have some of those chocolate truffles you love. Why don't you come with me to grab them?"

Hermione could feel Ana's eyes flicker evilly to Elijah but she stood reluctantly and followed him out of the living room.

"What are you doing here?" Malfoy whispered as soon as they were out of ear shot.

"I want to ask you that same question."

He sat down next to her.

"I knew Elijah was going to owl you, but I didn't expect you to be here today. I thought he would have at least given us some warning."

"What's done is done." Hermione whispered. "What I don't get is how you can date someone like her?"

She captured his eyes almost as if she was going to find an answer buried deep in his irises. He noticed how dangerously close she was to him. He looked to her bronzed legs and wanted to touch them.

"She's nice once you get to know her."

"I'm way past nice." Hermione started. "I wonder if she would get mad if I did this."

Hermione lunged herself at Malfoy and captured his lips on her own. She moaned softly as his hands instantly entangled themselves in her hair. He was surprised by her sudden change of heart but had the slight inclination that Ana had driven her to act so irrational, but he didn't mind it. His tongue found hers and she moaned softly, the leather squeaking softly as she tried to move her body closer to his own.

He broke the kiss, he didn't want to enjoy it too much because he did have a girlfriend and he did have an obligation to her.

"Hermione… Ana," he said struggling for air.

"You really think I care about her?" She asked just as winded.

"I know you don't but she is still my girlfriend."

She pulled back away from him as if he slapped her.

"But I do want you." He added.

Before he could say anything more he heard the loud footsteps of Elijah. He could see that Hermione was a little flushed and hoped that no one else would notice.

Elijah was carrying a bowl of individually wrapped truffles. Hermione grabbed one as soon as he put it down in front of them. Malfoy watched as she delicately wrapped her lips around it and took a bite. He had remembered was those lips could do and a jolt of energy shot down his back.

Malfoy moved to join his girlfriend who looked suspiciously at the two of them.

"So where was I… oh…that's right," Elijah started. "The second dance, I want you to put a lot of emotion it. Someone finds out about our lovers' affair and threatens to tell everyone about it. The third and final dance I would like you to do Miss Granger is the breakup, the drifting apart of the two lovers because of societal rules."

"Alright," Hermione said smiling. "All I need is the music, and the dates when our two leads are available."

Malfoy watched her, she began setting up a schedule with Ana, he never wanted anyone more than he wanted Hermione now. They were trying to find a slot that would allow the both of them to meet, but there was only one sure way of how he could be alone with her.

"How about we all meet once a week to put everything together, but we meet with Hermione separately to learn our parts."

"Great idea Draco."

So Malfoy was going to get what he wanted, more time alone with Hermione.


Hermione set up the times she was available to teach the both of them. Her mouth was still filled with the taste of chocolate and Malfoy, a deadly combination. She didn't know what made her kiss Malfoy, maybe it was because she was told to stay away from him. Maybe it was because she wanted it, as much as he wanted her.

Once the appointments were set she could tell that Ana wanted to leave. After their hasty departure in which Elijah hugged and kissed them both Hermione found herself alone with Elijah who was looking at her expectantly. He didn't say anything but began cleaning up. Hermione helped. She was trying to wrap her thoughts around what Malfoy said. It was simple enough, but what did it mean? Was he going to leave Ana?

Once in the kitchen she watched as Elijah pulled out his wand and magically cleaned the dishes.

"Do you know what's peculiar?" He asked without preamble. "Draco and Ana as a couple."

Hermione stayed silent.

"Do you know why I left the two of you alone?" He asked again.

Hermione felt obligated to answer. "No, why?"

"Because I see the way he looks at you, and it is nothing short of amazing that he has so much restraint."

She felt a small smile play across her lips.

"I believe that there is someone for everyone, and why it is true that Draco and Ana make a real good-looking couple I don't see it lasting."

"How so?" Hermione asked, her curiosity getting the best of her.

"Well besides Draco's obvious desire for you, when they dance together that spark, that passion however present between the pair of them will never come close to what you guys had."


Draco Malfoy drove to their destination; impatient with the pace, but that was the price you pay when you have a muggle girlfriend.

"So did you like Hermione?" he asked tentatively.

"No. She insulted me."

Malfoy couldn't help but smirk.

"Well did you provoke her?" He asked. He knew that Hermione wouldn't have done anything of the sort unless she was provoked in some way, shape, or form.

"Oh so you are taking her side?" She said angrily her hands folding lightly over her chest.

"It's nothing like that, I just know Hermione." He replied. They stopped at a red light. He took a chocolate truffle out of the wrapper and placed it on his tongue. The taste of Hermione and chocolate was amazing. As the chocolate was melting he leaned over gave Ana a kiss. As the light changed color he realized that Ana would never taste as sweet as Hermione.


A/n: I know I know, late update! I've just been so busy with packing and reading the Twilight series and planning this fic that I didn't have time to really get this story down which is why I made it extra long for all you patient reviewers. Thanks for all the amazing reviews! I can't believe I have over 350! You guys ROCK as always.

P.S. As you can see I am not finished by my deadline and with good reason. I knew it was going to be impossible to finish by the time I started school. I realize that the second half of this story might be just as long as the first. I have a couple more chapters planned but I think I'm going to try and cut it down as much as I can. This was one chapter that I planned and it ended up' being 15 pages as opposed to my usual 7-9 pages. So with that please expect an update soon. I start classes tomorrow… so let's hope my course load isn't too bad.

As Always…Cherbi161