Not Your Ordinary Relationship…

Note: Okay, this is set during their last year at Hogwarts. Draco hates his father, Hermoine and he are Head Girl and Boy, Harry's a Prefect, Voldemort was defeated in their fifth year, Harry's going out with Ginny, Ron likes Padma Pavarti, whew… okay, I think that's it. Oh, and rated R for bedroom scenes but not the actual stuff… and for swearing… enjoy! : )

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Hermoine rolled over, blinking slowly. Draco was lying beside her, hands behind his head, staring at the ceiling. "Draco?" she said softly, wondering if he was actually awake or not. She waited for a few minutes and was about to go back to sleep until,

"Hmmm?" he replied, turning his head slightly to fix her in place with a grey gaze. "What?"

She frowned. Did he have to sound so cold, so distant? Given their situation, he shouldn't be such a bastard… They'd been together for a year, which was a very long time for both of them. He'd even been sort of civil around Harry. Now that Voldemort was gone, he didn't have to worry about having to become a Death Eater and joining his father. He hated his father. But that gave him no reason to be a jerk to the one person in the world that he shouldn't be one to. "Nothing. Forget it." She heard him exhale slowly as he closed his eyes again, as if dealing with a child.

"What is it? I can hear you thinking from here. Your mind is going, click, click, click." His lips slid slowly into a smile, a genuine smile, and one he gave when he was genuinely happy. Like now.

Suddenly she was shy. She didn't want to ask him, dreading the answer that he would give her. "It's just…well…I just feel…"

He arched an eyebrow. "Today, if possible…" he drawled.

"Are you using me to get back at your father?" she blurted out, cringing. When she practiced it, she'd had many different approaches to it but never one so straightforward. "I mean, after Voldemort was killed, he was very angry with all Muggle-born witches and wizards and almost went crazy… and now that you're with one…" she added, talking too fast.

"Yes."

She cringed even more. He was so blunt, and cruel about it. "Oh," she said finally in a small voice.

He gave a small, dry, chuckle. "Don't be so surprised, Hermoine. And don't be offended. I know you're doing it for the same purpose. We're just two people who are working together for a mutual advantage."

She swallowed. It was true but he didn't have to word it so harshly. Her parents, very simple people, had wanted her to settle down with someone, anyone, to prove to them that they had been good parents and had raised her properly. To be normal to them, even for a witch, was to be with at least one person during the younger years of your life. And they had been very impressed with Draco Malfoy, the tall, stunningly handsome young man that had captured their daughter's heart and taken care of her during her horrible break-up with Archie Campbell, the boy during the summer a year ago. It had just kept going from there and now here they were… "Of course. I know. It's fine. Why would it be anything more," she answered quickly. "That's fine."

He countered without opening his eyes. "You're lying through your teeth. What's bothering you? I thought we agreed when we started this that there would be no connections. When did this happen?"

She gritted her teeth. Why did he have to make it sound like a bad, horrible disease? And how did he say it without changing his voice or tone or anything. "I don't know. I don't want to talk about it. Forget it. It's not a big deal."

His eyes slid open, fastening on her face. "I will not. Now, we're both adults so let's act it. When did this happen and why didn't you tell me?"

She turned her head away from his piercing gaze. "I don't know and I didn't want to tell you because I knew you'd react like this."

"Like what?"

"Like you don't feel it," she snapped, hurt.

"Well, I don't."

She swallowed hard, gritting her teeth to keep the tears back. "Oh."

"What?" he asked again, more than slightly annoyed. "What's wrong with what we have? It's better this way. As soon as your little boy toy, Harry comes to his senses, you'll be together. As soon as my father comes to terms with me then he'll leave me alone. We both win."

"You can't win with that kind of life," she whispered into the pillow.

"What, Hermoine? I can't hear you when you mumble into the pillows."

"You can't live with that kind of life!" she yelled, throwing off the covers and jumping out of the bed. She grabbed her pants and tugged them on angrily.

"Where are you going?" Draco asked, rolling onto his side and watching her dress, an amused look on his face.

"You drive me insane! I'm leaving!" she snapped, storming out in her bra, forgetting her shirt in her anger.

He blinked, and the smile disappeared. He hadn't actually thought she'd leave. They'd had fights before but she'd never left. He'd always been able to diffuse the situation before it got to that point. He got out of bed quickly and pulled on a pair of pants and a collared shirt. Without bothering to button it up, he took off out the door after her. "Hermoine!" he yelled after her retreating form. When she kept moving without a backwards glance, he sped up, catching her before she got around the corner. "Hermoine," he snapped, grabbing her by the arm and spinning her around. "What's wrong with you?"

She blinked back tears and shook him off. "You already know what's wrong, Draco. Do you get some sort of sick pleasure from hearing it again and again?" she spat at him. "Leave me alone," she added, tiredly, shivering.

He shrugged out of his shirt and wrapped it around her bare shoulders. In her haste to get away from him, she'd forgotten her own. "Come back to the Head's room. You'll freeze out here," he said, buttoning a few of the buttons on the shirt.

She sat down on a couch in the common room and he stood in front of the fire, gazing into the flames as if the answer to their problems would come to him.

"So what is the problem?" he asked finally after what seemed an eternity of silence.

"I don't love Harry anymore, I love you. And you can't admit that you feel something for me. Even if it is something small and just for one second of one minute of one day…"

"But I don't," he said, turning towards her, surprised at the news about Potter. There was no trace of taunting or cruelty in his voice, just a flatness.

"Then it has to stop." She folded her hands in her lap.

"Why?" he asked, bewildered. This did not make any sense. If she didn't want Harry anymore because she loved Draco himself, then why was she leaving him?

"Because I can't do this anymore," she stated quietly, standing up and walking to her own room. "Goodbye Draco," she added, before going in and shutting the door behind her.

"Good bye Hermoine."

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Okay, that's all for now… I know, I know… a little excessive drama at the end but, meh, what can you do? Let me know what you think of it, though… Good, bad, even constructive criticism here people! Come on! And if you sign your review, I'll read and review your stuff! : ) Ciao!