Eight o'clock came and went. Soon, the clock struck nine times. Harry and Ginny were gone to some empty classroom to snog. Ron was dancing with Lavender, which, in Hermione's opinion, was very happy. Her eyes wandered around the hall and spotted a certain blond-haired Slytherin. Her heart fluttered for a second before she decided to head his way. However, Ron came over and pulled her away.

'Why do you want, Ron?' Hermione asked, annoyed. Ron dragged her into the corridor and pushed her against the wall. 'I have a confession to make,' he said, flustered, 'I...I love you very much, Hermione. You are smart, beautiful, cheerful, and everything a guy wants. Do you love me, too?' Hermione struggled for a moment. True, she did love Ron, but she loved him as a brother. Besides, she's possibly in love with someone else...

Hermione opened her mouth to reject Ron when she heard a noise. Draco and Daphne stumbled out of the Great Hall, laughing. Then Draco kissed Daphne full on the mouth. She responded enthusiastically and the two of them started snogging in the middle of the corridor, not caring if two pairs of eyes were staring at them.

Hermione felt her heart break. How dare he... HOW DARE HE? Her fists curled. If that's how Malfoy treats her, she might as well leave him with his girlfriend. She faced Ron and forced a smile, 'I love you so much, Ron!' She threw her arms around him. Although she felt guilty for using Ron like this, she wanted revenge. She pressed her lips against his, and Ron, surprised, scooped her up and took her to the dormitory. They spent the rest of the night there. (Author's Note: Hate me for deducting the sex part, but personally, I hate Romione so I don't bother to write. Sorry!)

[Draco's POV]

Third-person

Draco sat at the Slytherin table the next morning, alone. Couples were holding hands and smiling at each other. It was a sickening sight to see Pansy and Crabbe locking lips. Grimacing, he looked away and saw something that made his heart stop: Granger and Weasel kissing furiously at the Gryffindor table.

Draco felt his blood boil. What did Weasel think he was doing, kissing Herm-Granger? She was supposed to be his! He saw Granger leaving the hall so he followed her. He grabbed her shoulder and spun her around. 'What,' he snarled, 'did you do?' She glared at him. I'm with my boyfriend. Is that a problem?' He threw his arms into the air. 'Of course!' he bellowed, 'You...We...Argh! I love you, okay? I love you very much, but you're with him! Kissing him as if you love him! Looking at him as if you two just had sex last night!' 'I did,' Granger replied coolly.

Draco's jaw dropped. 'Are you serious?' he asked in a weak voice. 'I am,' Granger crossed her arms, 'and it was the best night I ever had.' 'No, no...' he whispered. He should be the person she lost her virginity to, not Weasel! 'No!' he grabbed her and shook her hard. 'No!' he shouted, 'You did not sleep with him! You did not!' 'I did! Let go of me!' Granger screamed.

Hearing the commotion in the corridor, Weasel came running to the rescue of his little princess. He pushed Draco away and snarled, 'Don't you dare touch her!' Draco stumbled slightly and looked at Granger, who was currently weeping behind Weasel. He smirked, 'You can keep your little Mudblood all to yourself!' He turned around and walked away, his cape swishing behind him.

Draco paced around the lake. His father was right! Why did he have to fall in love with a Mudblood? He tore his cape from his shoulder and folded it up. He then locked it up in a box and threw it into the bottom of the lake. Satisfied with what he did, he strolled back into the Great Hall and sat next to Blaise, who was rambling about having the best night with a beautiful woman.

'I thought that you didn't have a date,' said Daphne. 'Yes, but I did spent the night with a lady as pretty as you are,' Blaise flashed her a big smile. Draco rolled his eyes. Blaise always got a thing for Daphne. 'Well, I had a splendid night with Draco,' she grinned. Draco was confused. 'What do you mean?' 'You kissed me, don't you remember?' Draco barely remembered what happened yesterday. He remembered getting dressed, meeting Daphne, Granger singing on stage and he excused for the toilet. Then the next thing he knew he was in bed. Maybe there was a bit Firewhiskey in his punch and he got drunk. Whatever reason it was, he must have had a great night.

Hermione's POV

I sat at the Gryffindor table and watched as Dr- I mean, Malfoy walked into the Hall. That's when I noticed that he wasn't wearing his cape. 'Hey, where's Malfoy's cape?' I asked Ginny. She shrugged. 'He was by the lake earlier. Maybe he lost his cape while taking a walk?' I got a very bad feeling about it, so I ran towards the lake. 'Acio cape!' I shouted and pointed my wand to the lake. A box zoomed out and landed next to me. 'Alohomora,' I said, but the box did not unlock. 'Reducto!' I yelled, and finally, it burst into hundreds of pieces, and I found a soaking wet cape inside. It was the cape I sent to him at Christmas!

I grabbed the cape and buried my face in it, not caring if it's damp. I cannot believe that he actually threw it away. With tears in my eyes, I fled from the lake and ran back to the Comon Room, where I spent the rest of the day crying in an armchair.