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Hermione walked slowly towards her room. She hoped that Draco would already be in his room, even better if he were sleeping. But at the same time, she wished he would be awake, pacing back and forth, waiting for her to come back so he could sit her down and shake her and talk sense into her.

"Goodnight Hermione!" Harry called.

She looked up. He was on a moving staircase. "Goodnight Harry!" she called back.

"And be nice with him. He's really beat up about it." His staircase reattached itself across from her and he waved as he left.

She took a deep breath and started walking again. When she got to the portrait in front of the Head's common rooms, she stopped. If she went in there then everything would change. She didn't know whether she wanted it to change. "Oh, don't be such a wimp," she whispered furiously to herself. "Dragon scales," she said aloud and the portrait opened up. She stepped inside.

Nothing happened.

No one grabbed her.

No one shook her.

No one yelled.

She let out a sigh, whether out of relief or regret, she didn't know.

"Hermione?"

He was sitting on the couch, staring at the fire.

"Hello Draco," she said quietly.

"Can I talk to you?"

"Sure." She dropped her robe onto the back of the couch facing him and sat down. "Well?" she asked, after a few minutes. "What did you want to tell me?"

He started at her for a moment then leaned back against the couch, chewing his lip.

"Draco!" she snapped.

"What?" he asked, looking up at her.

"You were itching to tell me something. What is it?" It was really starting to bother her that he wasn't talking. He'd started this. "Well?" she repeated.

He stood up and sat down beside her. "It's just that… well I… y'see…"

"Spit it out!" she snapped.

"I miss you," he said quickly. "I miss being around you, I miss waking up with you right there. I miss being able to talk to you, to kiss you whenever I want to. Now you're back to being with Po- Harry and Ron. I miss talking to you." He turned his head and stared at the fire. "You happy now?" he asked in a low tone.

She nodded. "Yes. You understand now. Good."

"So now what?" he asked, looking up at her face.

"What do you mean?"

"What happens now? Can we be together now?"

She laughed dryly. "You think that now that you realize what I realized a month ago, that it would be okay? Do you know how hard it was to watch you with Pansy? Do you know how hard it was to keep my face blank when she talked about you… which, by the way, was whenever I was around. I wanted to hit her so badly!"

"You should have," he interrupted quietly. "Would have been funny as hell."

She stopped, taking a deep breath. "Don't you dare interrupt me!" she said, half-heartedly in her anger.

"Well, it would be," he replied calmly, looking up at her with a glint in his eye, and a half-smile on his face.

She bit her lip to keep from yawning. "Now I've lost my angry rant. Thanks."

He leaned towards her. "Good. You always talked too much anyway." He bent his head to hers, hesitated, looking into her eyes, then kissed her.

Hermione leaned into the kiss for a moment, revelling in Draco's soft lips and his hands sliding around her waist and pulling her towards his body. She leaned into it, as his kisses became more insistent. His tongue brushed her lips and she opened her mouth, meeting it with her own. He slowly pushed her down onto the couch and his hand slipped underneath her shirt, sliding up her waist and to the clasp of her bra. Then her brain kicked in and she pushed against his chest. "Draco… Draco, I can't… We can't."

Draco groaned and sat up, breathing heavily. "Hermione…"

She shook her head, sitting up. "It's too fast, Draco. I can't…"

"Are we okay though? I mean, what are we now?"

She looked at him carefully. "We're friends, Draco. Friends for now." She stood up. "Goodnight." She leaned down and kissed him on the cheek before going into her room.

"Goodnight," he said after her and went into his own room. As he changed into sleepwear, he thought about it. 'Friends for now,' she'd said. Well, he'd just have to change her mind. His mouth quirked into a half-smile. Let the games begin.

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