Thanks much to Vikky who defended me from that Jason dude who said my story sucked(and to you, Jason, I really don't think you can do any better) and who also said I was a great writer..some more Draco fooling around with Hermione and .. yep that's about it! Keep R/R please! The story might be a little weird in some parts, and might look weird, because I don't know how to italacize but I'll find out soon!

" Your parents are alive."

Hermione's heart broke as she heard Harry mutter the words. She wanted so badly to go over and comfort him, but, in fear that he'd start crying again and send a wondering Sirius or Narcissa back upstairs, she didn't. She swallowed, wondering what to say that would be appropriate enough at the moment.
" You have Sirius and Narcissa," she said after awhile.
Harry snorted and turned to face her, face stricken with remorse. " Sirius is a godfather and I don't even know how the hell I'm related to Narcissa. And besides, she's Malfoy's mum."
" She can be kind of.." Hermione's voice trailed off, at a loss for words suddenly, which was very unusual in her case. " Kind of a ...stepmum."
" No thanks."
" There's nothing wrong with Narcissa!" Hermione insisted.
" She's not my mum."
Hermione sighed. Harry was not only feeling sad, he was being a bit annoying as well. She looked around his room, the always coming-up-with-a-right-answer student having no idea what to do. She cocked her head, her brown hair brushing past her shoulders, watching Harry's still form.
" Look Harry, why don't we go downstairs or outside?" she suggested, opening the door. Anything to get his mind off this.
Harry got up slowly and silently followed her out into the hall and downstairs, where they bumped into Draco in the kitchen.
" Well, well, well..if it isn't the lovebirds," Draco said sarcastically.
Hermione gripped Harry's hand, willing Draco not to say anything that would disturb Harry, since he was upset enough.
" Shove off, Malfoy," Harry snapped in a low voice.
" Is The Boy Who Lived speaking to me?" Draco asked in a mock-astounded voice. His blue eyes bugged out as he smirked, flashing his pearly whites. " The one who outlived Voldemort's evil wrath? The-"
" Harry!" Hermione screeched as Harry released Hermione's hand and punched Draco on the side of his face with all his might. " Harry, no!"
" Ow! You stupid prat! What the hell was that for?" Draco asked through clenched teeth, rubbing the side of his face ferociously. He glowered and started to raise his fists.
" Watch it Malfoy, or you'll get it again!" Harry threatened loudly, his eyes flashing with anger.
Hermione quickly grabbed his raised arms and pushed them down to his sides, holding onto them so Harry wouldn't unexpectedly punch Draco again. She shot a quick, warning glance at Draco before she talked Harry into walking out into the backyard.
As they started to cross through the door, outside into the balmy air, Sirius came rushing in from upstairs, looking around quickly. Hermione groaned inwardly, knowing he had heard the commotion. Silently praying that whatever Sirius or Draco would say wouldn't set Harry off again, she followed Harry back into the kitchen.
" What's going on?" Sirius asked, noticing the large, purplish bruise growing on Draco's face. His eyes fell on Harry. " Harry? Did you punch Draco?" he asked, sounding like a teacher asking a student to confess in selfishly not sharing his glue with another kid.
Harry nodded. " He was mocking me," he protested in a quiet voice. " About Voldemort and my dad and mum."
" I never mentioned your ruddy parents!" Draco shouted angrily.
Hermioned pulled Harry back as her boyfriend started to make a move towards Draco. She felt so bad for him. He was becoming very sensitive to the subject of his parents. Anything having to remotely do with James or Lily Potter set Harry off.
Sirius, noticing something odd was going on with Harry, stepped in between him and Draco.
" Draco, go put some ice on that thing." He grimaced, using his wand to conjour up an ice pack wrapped in a dark blue cloth. Handing it to Draco, he added," You better watch that thing. By tonight it'll probably be the size of London."
Shooting a Death Glare at Harry, Draco took the bundle and stalked off, muttering under his breath.
" Harry, would you go outside for a moment?" Sirius asked.
Harry nodded and walked away, leaving Sirius alone with Hermione. The minute Harry was out of earshot, Sirius turned and gave Hermione a very serious look.
" Obviously something's going on with that boy," he said in a low voice.
Hermione nodded. " He..he saw a picture of Peter and got all shook up," she explained timidly.
Sirius' facial expressions tightened as he gripped the edge of the tabletop. " Where?" he asked.
" In his parent's wedding album. Peter, with James and Lily. It was horrible, Sirius," she added, her voice dropping down to a whisper. Hermione swallowed before continuing. " Peter looked so guilty, and he actually had the nerve to flinch when James put his arm around him."
Sirius sighed, running a hand over his face before looking at her again. " I knew this was going to happen sooner or later," he mumbled.
Hermione frowned. What was going to happen sooner or later? She wanted to know, but decided not to ask.
" Look, Hermione. Just try to keep Harry as calm as you can, okay? And don't let him out of your sight. Be..be a girlfriend," he added with a friendly wink. " He needs that."
" I will," she promised before heading outside into the back. Harry sat in the gazebo off to the edge of yard, head in his hands. Taking a deep breath, Hermione walked over to him swiftly, touching him lightly on the back when she was close enough to do so.
Harry didn't bother to lift his head, probably knowing who it was. " I hate my life," he said through his fingers.
Hermione frowned. Hated his life? Even her? Calm down, Granger. You know he only means about his mum and dad, she thought. Yet, the words stung. She forced on a smile and sat down next to him.
" Things will get better, Harry. Sooner or later," she assured, patting him gently on the back.
" When exactly?" he asked, taking his hands off his face. His black glasses had been pressed right over his eyes, making him take on the appearance of a squashed routabega. " My parents are dead, Hermione. What's worse than dying?"
" I said things will be better, Harry," Hermione reprimanded. " Not worse."
He didn't answer.
With a sigh, Hermione stood up. " I'm going to leave you alone," she said in a cool and collected voice. " I understand that you need time to think, so I'll just wait up in your room until you're ready to be with other people again."
Stalking off, Hermione felt her eyes prickle with tears, but she blinked and they were gone. Harry's going through a rough time..be there for him, she told herself as she re-entered the house. It was too hard, though. Everything she said seemed to bounce off him and he twisted it into something miserable. I'll just watch Harry from his bedroom window, she reasoned with herself, climbing up the stairs. That why I keep my promise to Sirius but I'm far enough away so I won't get annoyed.
She entered Harry's room and absently swung the door shut behind her. When she didn't hear the click of the door closing, she turned around, to be met with Draco holding the door open, giving her an unsual stare.
" Where's Potter?" he asked, stepping into the room and silently closing the door shut behind him.
" Draco, Harry and I are dating," she spoke up, backing away as he inched forward. " I really don't think you should be hitting on me while-"
" Who says I'm hitting on you?" Draco breathed. He had obviously put a spell on his face, because the black and blue bruise wasn't present anymore, and Hermione smartly knew that it wasn't possible to heal on it's own so quickly, just from ice.
" You tried to kiss me in the hall earlier today!" Hermione screeched. She backed up against a wall, as Draco slowly, but surely, crept forward.
" Did I really?" he asked, pretending to think hard about it.
Hermione panicked. He was acting as if he hadn't remembered or done such a thing. " Draco, I swear if you don't leave this instant, I'll-"
" You'll what, Hermione?" he interruped. " Your loverboy Potter is outside sitting by himself. Sirius and my mum are busy doing something somewhere together. It's only you and me," he said, dropping his voice to a whisper.
" Draco..p-please," she stammered. She tried to move away from the wall, but Draco had her cornered. He placed an arm on both sides of her, slowly lowering his face to hers. " Draco!" she protested, turning her face away, so her cheek faced him.
" Hermione love," he whispered, touching her face and turning her to look into his eyes. " There's no need to fret. I'm not doing anything, you know."
" Don't move any further!" Hermione demanded, raising her hands to shove him away. But he was too quick for her. Draco grabbed her hands and quickly placed them around his waist, then leaned forward and kissed her intensely.
" Shove off, Draco!" she protested, turning her cheek so he slobbered all over it. Disgusted, but still angry, Hermione pushed him away, but Draco grabbed her close again and kissed her, moving slowly towards the bed. " Stop it!" she muttered as he trailed kisses down her neck, slowly unbuttoning her blouse.
Hermione struggled as hard as she could against Draco's strong grip. She tried to knock his hands away as he slowly unbuttoned her blouse, but it was no use. Draco was persisent and always got what he wanted, even if it was Harry's girlfriend who didn't want him. Hermione allowed herself to get caught up in the heat of the moment, moaning happily as Draco trailed kisses down her neck. Then she fell back to reality. Very angry now -- especially since she had let Draco do that to her for just a minute -- Hermione swiftly brough her leg up to his thigh and kicked him, hard.
" Ow!" Draco exclaimed, pulling away. His grasp on Hermione and her blouse was released, and Hermione hurried towards the door, her blouse falling. She blushed and pulled it on quickly, hands shaking as she buttoned it.
" Hermione," Draco whined, sitting ontop of Harry's bed, rubbing his leg. " What'd you do that for?! I thought you were enjoying it!"
Hermione saw red. Tears welled up in her eyes and a few spilled over, running down her cheeks.
She shook violently as she spoke. " How dare you think I enjoyed it! You forced me into it -- you practically bloody raped me, Draco! I am dating Harry..get that through your thick skull! I love him! You had no damn right whatsoever to hit on me!"
Draco stared at her in disbelief. " I admitt you protested a bit. I just thought you were playing hard to get. But admitt it Hermione, you enjoyed it..even for just a munute."
More tears spilled now, wetting her blouse. Her knees grew week, but Hermione forced herself to stand. Draco was right. More than half the time he was kissing her, she protested. But just for a minute -- for a stupid, unworthy minute, she gave in, allowing him to do what he wanted. It was only for a minute, but Hermione felt guilty enough, as if she had given in the whole time. For that one minute she had cheated on Harry, and it was the worse feeling in the world, knowing that just outside Harry was sitting, feeling glum about his parents, needing comforting, and here she was, kissing Draco while supposedly visiting Harry! They had been through all the love-hate concepts before, now was the time to stay true and loyal to each other. And she hadn't done that.
" Hermione? Hermione? Why are you shaking so much?" Draco asked worriedly. He stood up and made a move to come over to her.
" Take another step and I swear I'll kill you," she threatened through clenched teeth. Draco froze on the spot, watching in a panic as she dropped to her knees, crying uncontrollably. " I hate you, you know," she said in between sobs. " I HATE YOU."