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A/N: A few days have past since Hermione's little outburst.

"Careful Malfoy, don't want to get too close she might bite you next." Pansy Parkinson. She had been waiting for days for Malfoy to get revenge on Hermione and he had done nothing. Not a thing, just sat and stared at her in Potions, Care of Magical Creatures and any other class of his that she was in. Pansy was getting impatient and angry, with Malfoy and Hermione. He had the perfect opportunity; she was standing right there with the Weasel.

"Shut up Pansy." Malfoy snapped.

"Don't tell me to shut up! You haven't done anything to her, normally by now she would have no hair, or smell of dung. You haven't done anything!" Pansy began to whine.

"I told you, Pansy, her time will come. I will have her!"

"REALLY?!?!?" Pansy squealed.

"Yeah, really." Malfoy had lost all interest in the conversation.

"Malfoy?"

"WHAT?"

"Don't shout at me. I just wanted to tell you something. But it doesn't matter now!" With a tear in her eye she walked away from Malfoy, he didn't even notice. Hermione began towards him; turning quickly he walked away, heading towards and empty classroom. He quickened his pace, but she continued to follow. Finding an empty classroom, Malfoy slipped inside, outside he could hear her footsteps getting closer and closer. He hid as best he could behind the door.

Outside the footsteps had stopped, slowly the door began to creak open. Hermione's head popped around the door. "Malfoy?" He grabbed her arm, pulling her into the room, slamming the door behind her, pinning her to it. "Looking for me?"

Not waiting for an answer he lowered his head, level to hers and kissed her. Hermione pushed him away, giving him another slap across the cheek. "What gives you the right, Malfoy? Huh?"

He pinned her arms to the door. "That is twice in a week that you have done that."

"That is twice that you have deserved it! Let me go!" She ordered through gritted teeth.

"Or what?" He sneered. "You'll tell?"

"Let me go!" She looked up into his face, into his eyes. He saw the distant shadow of fear in hers, a look that he had seen all to often. He let her arms go. "Fine!"

He moved away from the door, running his hands through his hair. "Fine!" He repeated as he paced the room. Hermione didn't move from the door, she just watched as he paced back and forth continually running his hands through his hair. "I should never have agreed to this," she said reaching for the door handle, "it was a mistake to come here." Opening the door she went to leave.

"Come back in and close the door."

"I'm going Malfoy. I have to…to meet…"

"You're lying." He said turning his head towards her, staring her in the eye. Come in and close the door, please?" She did as he asked.

"What do you want Malfoy?"

"You're angry with me." He sat on a desk.

"Gee what gave you that idea?" She spat sarcastically.

"That stuff I said…about Hagrid."

"I don't want to speak about it." Again she turned to leave.

"We need to talk."

"I can't! This is too much, Malfoy. Do you know how much I have risked?"

"The same as me, less than me. Can you imagine the look on my fathers face, the things he would say if his only son, his heir told him that he was in love with a mudblood."

"Don't you dare call me that!" Hermione raged. "How dare you? I have risked just as much as you have Draco! My friends are as close as my family, they are all that I have and you keep going around insulting everyone that I love. What you are doing to Hagrid, to Buckbeak, it is tearing me up inside. I feel like I am betraying them, I am betraying them." A single tear fell from her eyes, angry at herself she wiped it away.

"So you would rather betray your heart than your friends?" He crossed the room in a few strides, his tall body moving easily between the desks. "We can't give up Hermione, we haven't done anything wrong except discover our feelings for one another." He placed his hand on her cheek, his thumb wiping away her tears that had begun to fall.

"We can't do this anymore. Please understand?" She swiped his hand away from her. "It is over." Opening the door she looked back at him. Malfoy had sank down onto a desk, his head resting in his hands. "I'm sorry!"

"I'm not giving up you know? I wont give you up that easily."

"You have no choice." Closing the door Hermione ran down the corridor, heading for the Griffindor common room. She flew up the stairs, screamed the password at the Fat Lady, ran through the common room straight up to her room where she flung herself on her bed, the tears falling steadily down her face.

It had needed to be done and now that it had been she felt terrible. It is for the best, she tried to convince herself, but it did nothing to relieve her of the pain she felt in her heart, she just cried even harder.