A/N: I am so sorry about making you wait like this. But I'm here, finally at my computer with my glass of water with the pink bendy-straw, and my story sitting in front of me begging to be typed. I got me some Frank Sinatra and Tony Bennett blaring out of the computer speakers and no parents. Alright, so here it is! Oh, P.S., Draco is head boy. Forgot to mention that. Okay, now here it is!



Chapter 6

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Draco walked into the Slytherin common room, and heard a familiar squeal.

"Pansy." he thought.

She rushed over to him, knocking someones' ink pot on the way and threw her arms around his neck.

"Unless your name is Ginny Weasley, I'd ask you to please remove your arms from my neck." he asked rather loudly.

It took him about 3 seconds to realize what he just said.

"Oh shit. I just said that out loud didn't I..."

All the surprised faces turned to him gave him his answer. He wanted to cut off his tongue and dig out his brain with a spoon. How could he have let something he didn't even know was true slip like that in front of so many people? Pansy let her arms fall to her sides and took a step back.

"Weasley? You would choose red haired, goody two shoes Griffindor Weasley over me?! How could you do this to me Draco?! How could you just break my heart like this?!" she shouted.

"Oh shut up. It's not like we're dating. I would choose anyone over you. Go lay by your dish." he told before turning towards the direction of his room.

Being head boy certainly had it's perks. He hurriedly closed the door behind him, and put a locking/silencing spell on the whole room. Once that was done, he tilted his head toward the ceiling and yelled at the top of his lungs. After he got that out, he collapsed onto his bed and laid there.

"I have a thing for Weasley. Why? Why me? What am I gonna do? Father's gonna kill me...unless I don't tell him, but I'm sure Pansy will. Oh how I hate that little pug face of hers. She's nothing compared to Ginny...oh god! Why! Why! Why!" he said aloud. He lifted himself off of the bed and began to pace.

"I need music. Yes. That's it. Music." he proclaimed and he hurried over to the muggle stereo and turned it on. Immediately, Beethoven was blaring from the speakers.

"Oh this is good. Very good." he said, relaxation spreading through his body. He lay down on his four poster and didn't move or think the rest of the night.

When he did wake, splashes of pink mixed with blue and purple painted the early morning sky. He got up, took a quick shower and got ready. He was nervous. Nervous to see Ginny, afraid that she had heard about what he said last night, nervous to face everyone. He turned off his stereo, and took off the locking and silencing spells. He slowly made his way down the stairs and slipped out of the common room trying not to wake Pansy, who was asleep on the couch obviously waiting for him. Walking down the hallway, the ran into Hermione.

"Don't even sleep in on the weekends Granger?" he asked, trying his hardest to sound civil.

"I'm on a food run. One of the girls had a slight problem last night, and I was her rock." she replied.

"What kind of food are you getting?" Draco asked.

Hermione considered him for a minute, and the answered,

"Marshmallows and Ice cream."

"Marshmallows and Ice cream huh. Sounds like guy trouble." he said following her.

"And what brought you to that conclusion." she asked him.

"I have a mother who is unfortunately married to my father. They would fight and she would drown her sorrows in ice cream and marshmallows. I would usually join her when she went into eating mode. I'm surprised I don't weigh 300 pounds." he told her.

"Wow. I had no idea." Hermione said, not really knowing what to say.

She reached up and tickled the pear. The portrait swung open. She walked inside, and was greeted by a house elf who bowed deeply.

"Well hi there." Hermione said, a smile on her face.

"Good morning miss. Whats can I get yous?" The elf asked.

"I need two bowls of cookie dough ice cream, two bowls of double fudge chunk brownie with the caramel swirls and a bag of multi-colored mini marshmallows." Hermione said, reading off a small piece of parchment.

"Wow. A girl who knows what she wants." Draco commented.

"And a guy who's totally clueless. Bad mix." Hermione said.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Draco asked.

"Who's rock do you think I was last night?" she asked him, leaning up against the wall.

"Why would I know that?" he asked.

"Because it's your fault that they are the way they are right now. Until you figure out what you want, I want you to stay away from Ginny do you understand me? I'm not going to let you hurt her. She is already confused enough." Hermione warned him.

"Do you honestly think that I want to hurt her? Because if you do, then you are terrible mistaken. I would never want to hurt her. I am just as confused about her as she is about me. I've never felt this way about anyone, and now that I do, I don't know what to make of it. When I think about her, I smile. She makes me laugh at things that aren't even funny. When I saw her the other day in the hall, I got butterflies in my stomach and they were vomiting. Butterflies! Draco Malfoy does not get butterflies." he told her.

"Well, it think Draco Malfoy should get used to the butterflies. It sounds to me like you fell for her." Hermione said smiling.

"Yeah, and I think I hit my head when I landed." he said with a weak smile.

"Look. The only advice I can give you is to tell her. It's your call, but to me, it sounds like you've already made up your mind about her. I can assure you, she feels exactly the same way, but don't tell her I told you. I think she'll be going to the tree today. Why don't you meet her there and talk this whole thing over?" Hermione suggested, picking up the plate of food and heading out the portrait hole.

"What do I say?" Draco asked.

"Whatever you feel. Tell her what you told me. Just be yourself." Hermione said, and then she was gone.

Draco stood there, all sorts of thoughts going through his head.

"Will yous be wantin'' anythings sir?" the house elf asked, tugging on Draco shirt.

"Yeah, I'd like a bowl of strawberry ice cream, and some multi-colored mini marshmallows please." he said, sitting down at the table and putting his head in his hands.

"Today." he thought. "I'll tell her today.





A/N: Okay, so I know what your thinking. Muggle stereo? How? But since it's my story, lets just say that it's possible. Just go with it. Yes, Draco is severely ooc but once again, it's my story, so just go with it. I really hope you liked it, and I'm in the middle of writing down the next chapter right now. Tootles!