Disclaimer: No I don't own Harry Potter and all related characters and themes, the goddess named J

Disclaimer: No I don't own Harry Potter and all related characters and themes, the goddess named J.K. Rowling does... so don't sue me. I'm only borrowing them temporarily so I can make them do my bidding ^_^

AN: I have been writing a short story a day... I just keep getting these good ideas. ^_^ But I don't want to put you off either so-

Fred: OY! When are you going to make us a fic huh?

George: Yeah! I feel so... so unwanted *sob*

Oh shut up you two... your time will come. *shakes her head* now back to the fic...

The weeks crept by slowly, much like the time in Potions class does. When you want something so badly to end time usually slows down as if mocking your requests. Harry, it seemed, had been morphed into a whole nother person, which did not go unnoticed by Hermione. She had tried to talk to him, but the best she got out of him was a few low mumbles of "Fine" and "Leave me alone." So, she approached the next best person whom had been acting peculiar also.

"Ron!"

He glanced around. "Yeah?"

Hermione slid into a chair next to him and took a deep breath launching into something she had wanted to say for a long time, "I know something's going on between you and Harry and DON'T you lie to me and tell me that there isn't because I've known you both for years now and this has never happened before. I feel so left out of it now and-"

"Hermione."

"- I'm sick of being left out in the dark! You both need to realize I AM here for you two but I'm always shoved aside like some over used rag doll and-"

"Hermione."

"WHY DO I FEEL SO OBLIVIOUS TO EVERYTHING!!?? Why are you and Harry, not to mention a unusually decent Draco Malfoy, acting-"

Ron seized her face in his hands and sealed his mouth over hers. It was the only way to get her to stop yelling, not to mention cause the scene she had created to become even worse.

Hermione paused, stunned for a split-second, but instinct took over and she kissed him back, easily realizing she had wanted this for along time. All rational thought had been veered off course. It didn't matter if they were kissing in the middle of the common room letting anyone who wished to stare do so, and it didn't matter if Harry walked in at that precise moment.

Harry glanced at them, a million curses running through his mind. His best friend destroys his spirit. Then his crush can no longer even look at him let alone make fun, which Harry did like in an odd way. It was the closest they'd ever be but even that had been destroyed. And now, three weeks later, his two "best friends" were making out in the common room. His stomach did a strange sort of belly flop. He had to get out of there, fast. He turned on his heel and marched out of the common right when the lip-smacking couple broke apart, ignorant to the fact that Harry had even been there.

Harry listened to his footsteps echo in the deserted hallway. He had been doing a lot of thinking these past weeks. He wasn't sure if he should approach Draco, kill Ron, or do both. Or maybe kill Ron, approach Draco, then kill him too? Of course, this wasn't reasonable, they were just thoughts. Harry was not alive today to become a murderer.

His hands were pocketed in his plain black robes and his fingers rest around his wand and he sighed deeply.

"I hate this"

"Do you now?" a familiar drawl was heard from the shadows that had been unseen by Harry. Harry looked over at the spot.

"Malfoy, what are you doing?" he sounded exasperated.

"Just... standing." He said with an air of innocence as he took a few steps forward and stood in front of Harry.

"Don't give me that. What are you doing here?"

"I could ask you the same question."

"Well I'M out here because I needed to get away from that two-timing bastard who I just saw kissing Hermione." Harry harrumphed and crossed his arms over his chest and he eyed Draco curiously.

"Well finally. When's the wedding?"

"Shut up Malfoy." Secretly, Harry thought the same thing.

"Fine." He closed his mouth and pocketed his hands, his eyes now raking over Harry's body and a familiar stir rose from deep within him. Gods, he was gorgeous. Shoulders broad in self-defense, his slightly muscular arms crossed over his equally fine chest, his usual unruly hair outlined in the moonlight and those eyes, gods those eyes could lose a million people in them.

Harry followed Draco's eyes and he shifted slightly. "Malfoy... did Ron talk to you?" Ever since that night Ron had stormed out of the common, since Harry's life changed, Draco's manner had changed as well and he had the inkling of suspicions it had something to do with Ron.

"No" was what Draco would have said, but he pondered over the thought. "Possibly."

Harry narrowed his eyes. "Ok then what did he possibly say?"

"He possibly said he wanted me and we possibly could have had hot sex in the Astronomy tower."

"Stop being such an ass."

Draco smirked. "He possibly said you could have wanted me." His voice had a hinting touch to it, and Harry was torn between embarrassment and appreciation. "And what did you possibly say to that?"

Harry gulped and Draco took a dramatic pause before answering, "I possibly could have said I felt the same way."

Harry's jaw fell open and he just stared. He could not believe this... was it all to good to be true? Of course it was.

"Then again... a lot of things are possible. It might have never really happened at all."

With a self-satisfied smile, Draco turned and walked away leaving Harry in a daze of confusion.

-=-::-=-

"That was cruel."

Draco looked up and stopped in the middle of a seemingly deserted hallway, his pleasant expression wavering a little and he raised a suspicious eyebrow. "Isn't it past your bedtime Granger?"

Hermione glanced down at her watch. "If you think 10 is late. Unlike you, normal people sleep at night."

Draco shrugged slightly and looked around, grinning maliciously. "You know it isn't safe to be wandering around the school at night. Your virgin eyes may see some... unpleasant things."

"Like you?"

Draco just grinned. "Oh good one. Next time do try to add some humor into it. I find that always spurs up your opponent."

Hermione raised a brow looking very displeased. "And why in the world are you telling me this?"

He smiled and casually leaned his back against the wall figuring this was going to take awhile, which was okay. He didn't have much more to do except... "things" with Potter. Or maybe it'd be better said to do things to him? Draco couldn't decide.

"Because you wouldn't do anything to step one toe out of line Mudblood."

Something sparked into Hermione's eyes, hatred mixed with the need to kill and frustration. She clenched her hands into fists so much that her nails dug into the skin creating crescent marks all over and she bit her tongue. The self induced pain was enough to not let him win this game. Never let him win. Never let him get the best of you.

Draco just smiled inwardly. He loved having this kind of power over someone, anyone. Especially...

"Harry. You were talking about Harry earlier I'm guessing?"

She nodded slowly, the tension in her hands relaxing a little at the mention of Harry's name. "It was such a -"

"-Malfoy thing to do."

She looked at him in a small state of awe. He didn't sound ashamed yet, he didn't sound proud either. "Yes. Why? I mean... I know what's going on." She blushed slightly. You couldn't kiss someone without being able to pry out some information either.

His smile dampened. "Weasley needs to learn when to shut up."

"Not if I can help."

Draco raised a brow, completely clueless. His mouth opened several times as if to say something, but nothing came out. He didn't quite know what to say. Except-

"Why!?"

"Because Harry's my best friends and if," She took a deep breath and said in a extremely forced voice, "If it makes... Harry happy... I should... help." She stressed his name making sure Draco knew this was not for him. It was never for him.

Draco just smiled a small smile as if saying "Thanks" in a shy, quiet way.

And with that, Hermione took a tentative step forward and stood directly in front of Draco, tainted blood facing pure.

"I have a plan."

AN: Cont'd. How you like? I enjoy keeping you waiting ^_^. Heh I'm so cruel. Bad, Klee, bad. If you haven't noticed already, I enjoy doing each chapter by segments instead of writing the whole thing out and making you wait longer. I'll always change what's in the description so be on the look out. Later Days! Oh and down forget to fill out the white box found below.