As I was kissing Hermione, I realized just how amazing this girl was. She was beautiful, smart, and talented. And mine. She tried to pull back from me when I kissed her, but I stopped her, and now she was kissing me back. Finally, she broke away, breathless, and said, "Malfoy.........."

"Granger!" I retorted.

A smile spread across her face. She got up, and brushed her robes off, then said to me, "Nothing. Draco...."

This time, I smiled. I followed her and got up, and slipped my hand into hers. She pressed her head against my shoulders, but it hit only right below them because she was so short. She turned her head to look up at me, "Draco, they can't ever know about this,"

"Who?" I questioned.

"Harry, Ron, you know, anyone!"

I pulled my hand from her grasp and stared coldly at her. "Why?"

She blushed and tucked a strand of her brown hair behind her ear. "Draco...do you really need to ask?"

Anger boiled inside of me and I raised a hand to Hermione. Her eyes flashed with terror, and I lowered it, actually realizing what I was about to do. "If you don't love me then, we don't have to be together," I spat furiously, and stomped out of the cove and towards the castle.

"Draco! Draco! Wait!" I heard Hermione call. I honestly could care less about her at the moment. Was she ashamed to be seen with me? Certainly, I knew what would happen if we were together, but I didn't care. She obviously did. She cared what Potter and Weasley would think.

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Again, I had done something stupid to Draco. Why? Why? I tried to catch up with him, but he walked fast and even running I couldn't catch up to him. I crumbled on the ground. Stupid! Stupid! "Draco! Draco! Wait!" I called. "Draco! I love you!" He stopped walking to the castle, and turned back to look at me. His face was a mix of hurt, anger, and love. I gathered myself and stumbled toward him. When I reached him, I wrapped my arms around his neck.

He pushed me away. "Filthy Mudblood. Don't ever touch me." I was taken aback, and started to cry.

I ran up to Draco and plead to him, "What? What did I do?" The tears were streaming down my face now. I continued following him until we reached the entrance hall in the castle. He went into a corridor leading to the Slytherin tower. I grabbed his wrist and pushed him into an empty classroom.

"Granger!" he started, but I ended whatever he was saying with a kiss. As I had done, he tried to push me away, but I wouldn't let him.