(A/N: I'm so sorry I haven't updated! It's terrible. I know. I was just at a writing standstill with all the stuff we have to do every single day at school now. Well, I am back so do not worry! This fic is almost done, I think. But not yet!)

She shook him harder. "Wake! Up! We're here!" she demanded impatiently. "Come on! Hurry up! Let's go! Move your butt!" she scarily chanted.

Draco's eyes wouldn't focus. All he could see was her looming over him, and her charm leaning into his face. "Wh-where did you get that necklace, Hermione?" he asked shakily.

"Uh. this?" she replied, suddenly extremely self-conscious. "Uh, Thomas. uh, gave it to me. Yeah, that's it."

"That wasn't the one he gave you! And even if it was, then why on earth would I have one almost exactly like it, except with a Snitch?" His voice was raised, and even the students that could not understand his words were staring at the two. Hermione grabbed his arm at his last words, and dragged him off to the side.

"How do you know what one he gave me? And anyways, I'll explain it in just a minute, okay? At least wait until we're back in our rooms and I can talk to you privately. Thomas doesn't know any of this, and I don't want him getting hurt. So just chill." With that, she stormed off in the direction of the castle.

Even in his anger and confusion at her sudden disappearance, all Draco could notice was her silhouette fluttering across an Elysian field in her rush to the citadel of Beauxbatons. He shook that thought from his mind and walked to the building with his head hung down.

As he walked back to his room, a hand reached out from a dark hallway and pulled him in. The dimness was overwhelming, blocking everything from sight. The hand was removed from Draco's mouth, but before he could utter a word, lips were pressed over his, seeking reciprocation in the kiss. Draco pulled away, shocked at this sudden declaration of love from the unknown. Who the hell are you? he demanded of his attacker.

"It's Hermione. I love you, Draco. I do! Please, forgive me for everything I did. I couldn't tell you in front of everyone else. I was too embarrassed! I realize now that there was nothing to be ashamed about! Love is what we want, isn't it?" she begged him pleadingly.

Hermione was coming onto Draco way too strongly for what he was feeling at this moment. He pushed her away as gently as possible, and said, "I'm still processing what happened today. Just. wait, and ask me in the morning." With that, he walked away.

He went to his room, and threw himself onto his bed. His face was buried into his pillow, so much that he could hardly breathe. That was fine by him if his life was over.

What could he do? He didn't want to hurt his friend, but he couldn't just leave Hermione hanging like that. It wouldn't be fair to her or Thomas if they both knew she loved someone else, and that that someone was Draco. He left that thought for the morning, praying that something would come to him in his sleep.

The next morning was carefree for approximately two seconds, until the adventures of the previous night hit Draco smack between the eyes. He groaned as he realized what had happened, and got up to take a shower, determined not to worry about what had happened between them at least until breakfast.

He concentrated only on the steam rising from the scalding water, not on how hot the liquid was or on how his skin tingled from the heat. He washed his hair quickly, and got out of the bath stall.

Just as he was about to leave the bathroom, Thomas entered, looking drowsy. "Just who I wanted to see, seeing as you are my best friend here in France," Thomas announced. Draco felt guilty as this pronouncement. "I think Hermione is in love with someone else, someone she met in Jolilieu."

Draco gaped in shock, or pretended to. "Why would you think that? I mean, last I heard she was completely infatuated with you. Wasn't she?"

"Well, yeah, she was, but. I don't know. When I gave her that necklace I bought for her, she had on that other necklace and she wouldn't tell me who it was from, or why I couldn't take it off. I'm just kind of confused about what to do. What do you think?" he asked.

Draco replied, cautiously, "I think you should let her go. Love is about trust, and if you can't trust her, then it's not love." Thomas nodded agreement, and left the room without saying another word.

Draco finished drying himself off, and went out himself. Simple black robes were his attire of choice today, as he wanted to draw as little attention to himself as possible. He walked out of his room into the foyer of their house hall, and got out his books to study. He still didn't know where the library was, or how to get there, so he just sat on one of the very stiff couches and studied uncomfortably.

Hermione came out of her room, followed by a group of girls all congregating around her quite closely. They walked past Draco, barely acknowledging him with the slightest nods of their stuck up noses. Waltzing out the door, Hermione called over her shoulder, "And sorry about last night. I was merely drunk off my wits."

Draco turned around in shock, and then looked back to his book and let it go.