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Hermione left and went back to the game - but it wasn't any use. She couldn't focus at all. Ron was still gaping at the game, occasionally shouting and cheering, and turning to ask Hermione if she saw the play. She would nod and say that it was great, but she had no idea what was going on. She was wondering how she was going to tell them about her and Draco. Finally she came to a conclusion. She wouldn't. He wasn't as if Draco would tell anyone.
"Hermione! Hey, Mion!" Ron was shaking her. She jumped up.
"Oh. Game over already?" She moved towards the stairs, looking at the score. They had won! She was searching for Harry to congratulate him. He'd be impressed that she watched a game. He emerged, breathing hard, but smiling. She hugged him briefly.
"Good game!" She told him, and he smiled at her, his eyes gleaming. That's all the attention she got though, he and Ron were wrapped up in the details. She just walked with them, and finally she saw Ginny and walked with her to dinner. Once they sat, Ginny immediately began talking. She was saying something about how cute some Hufflepuff boy was looking today. Hermione couldn't listen. She felt eyes on her. Somehow she knew who it was. She didn't want Draco to think she was desperate and really wanted to get with him. She did, though, and she couldn't avoid the butterflies in her stomach. She wanted to look at him, too, take in every detail of his face. But she refused and instead flipped her wavy hair and bit her lip. Draco was behind her, and Ginny was across from her. Hermione hoped Ginny couldn't see him.
"So Hermione, you liked the game today?" Harry and Ron took seats on either side of her.
"Yeah. It was, uh, full of action." She smiled at him and leaned close, but not too close. She hoped Draco felt a teeny bit jealous. After all, Hermione wasn't **that** eager to get with him. She couldn't concentrate on dinner, though. She was hoping that smiling and nodding would get through the conversations her friends were having. She moved food around on her plate. She kept feeling eyes on her, so she nonchalantly looked behind her. There he was, staring at her with blue gray eyes. It was an intent stare and when he saw her, he smirked his famous smirk and raised his eyebrows. Hermione gave him a mischievous look. She was having fun.
Dumbledore released them from dinner, and Ron asked her to come study.
"Sorry, Ron, I have to do some extra credit." She quickly caught Draco's eye and shot him a sideways look. Ron saw it.
"What's up with Malfoy?"
"See ya, Ron." Hermione replied. She walked outside and shivered.
I should have brought a coat. She thought,
Hermione walked to the far side of the castle, sort of where they were earlier. She leaned against a wall.
"Hey." Rounding the corner was Draco. His robe was undone, showing his expensive looking sweater vest. Somehow, Hermione found it rebellious.
"Draco." She said, smiling a little.
"Hermione." He said, making sure she noticed he was calling her by her first name. She noticed. Hermione had goose bumps. She was wearing a cloak over her vest, but her skirt came just above her knees and her knee socks didn't exactly cover them.
"Cold?" He asked her, and it reminded her of the night that Fred was with her. Was that only three days ago? It felt like a million years.
"Mmhmm." She said. He took her hand and they began to walk. She wasn't sure where they were going, but the entire time she was afraid her knees were going to give out.
"You haven't been in classes lately." He commented and they slowed their pace.
"Yeah. I wouldn't be able to focus if I tried."
"I guess that would be hard." He said, turning to her. "I'm sorry."
"You don't have to be sorry." She told him.
"No." he said, stormy blue gray eyes looking into hers, "I'm sorry for making your first four years a living Hell." He was serious, but she laughed.
"You didn't have that much of an effect on me." She raised an eyebrow, waiting for his reaction.
"Should I be insulted or relieved?" He said and smirked a bit.
"Relieved." She affirmed as she looked up into the sky. The sun was setting. It was always her favorite part of the day. "Look at the sunset." She told Draco, taken away by the oranges, pinks and golds. Suddenly he put his arms around her waist, and lowered his head to her shoulder. She took in a quick breath then relaxed. Not knowing where to put her arms, she turned to face him. Their bodies were very touching. She was uncomfortable. Draco pulled Hermione towards him and swept her in his arms, putting his lips on hers. Hermione was sure he'd down that a hundred times before, but she hadn't. She pretended she had, though, and she was pretty sure she fooled him.
"You're not so bad at that." He told her, looking into her eyes. She responded with pure Hermione arrogant ness by cocking an eyebrow and stating,
"But, you, Draco, need a little more work." Even though they both knew that she was perfectly pleased and blown away. They kissed, again, with a little more force this time, both of their egos going at it, almost competing to see who was better. Hermione was breathless when they pulled apart.
"You like that?" He said, his famous smirk returning.
"Don't be so sure of yourself, Malfoy." She retorted, bringing him back to earth.
"I am sure of a few things."
"Oh really?" She asked. "Like what?"
"Like that I'm sure that you fancy me." He said, lifting his eyebrows briefly. She blushed but knew it would be no use to try to deny it. She rolled her eyes.
"Goodnight, Malfoy." She stated, playfully using his last name. She began walking away.
"Sweet dreams." He told her, barely loud enough to hear. She turned around to see him wink. She giggled and ran off to the castle.
"Got something to tell us, Hermione?" Ron inquired once she got into the Common room. Harry and Ron were the only ones in there. Harry was sulked in a chair in the corner, and Ron was pacing by a desk. He got close to her and squinted.
"What?" She asked, still walking on air.
"Hermione. Just come out with it." Ron was frustrated. Hermione opened her eyes wide. He knew about her and Draco.
"I, um, Ron,"
"I saw you kissing Malfoy!" He exclaimed, looking at her in surprise.
"So?"
"So?!" He yelled. "Since when do you kiss Malfoy?"
"Since when do you care who I kiss?"
"Hermione, think about this." Peaceful Harry piped up. He didn't look angry and Hermione was relieved. She bit her lip.
"I did." She told Harry. Then to Ron, "What Draco and I do is none of your business."
"None of my business?" Ron exclaimed, moving closer to her. "We're your best friends!"
"Okay! So I was kissing Draco!" She put her hands up in surrender.
"I can't believe you!" Ron yelled at her. Hermione wouldn't back down
"What?" She asked in disbelief.
"I. Can't. Believe. You." He said slowly. "You can't kiss Malfoy! And don't call him Draco!"
"Don't tell me what to do, Ronald Weasley."
"After all he did to us!" Ron yelled at her. "After all he did to you!"
"He apologized!" Hermione was yelling now, too.
"Guys - you're gonna wake people up!" Harry warned. Both Ron and Hermione shot him death glares.
"You can't kiss Malfoy!" Ron exclaimed again.
"Stop telling me what do to and who to kiss! It's my own business!"
"But it's Malfoy!" Ron yelled, his face about twenty shades of red. "You know what he's like! He only fancies you because you're now a pureblood. He'll dump you as soon as he gets what he wants."
"Oh really?" Hermione shouted, a look of pure disgust on her face. "And what's that?"
"You know what he wants! He's gotten it from about every girl in the Slytherian house, too! Malfoy is a dirty rotten playboy! He doesn't like you! He's a filthy, rotten, son of a-"
"And you?" Hermione spat. "As if you're any better!"
"What?" He asked.
"As if you're any better, Ron! You are so shallow that it isn't even amusing any more! You swoon over any girl with nice breasts and a big butt!" He glared at her.
"At least I'm not begging for attention! Give me a break, Hermione!"
"Begging for attention?" She asked.
"Crying all the time? Skipping classes? It's as if you're yelling at people 'Give me pity because my parents died.'" Hermione found one of her thick books and threw it across the room. It hit Ron square in the shoulder. Hermione's eyes stung with tears, but she couldn't let Ron know she was going to cry.
"Ron!" Harry exclaimed, standing up. Ron noticed the tear that slipped down Hermione's cheek. He winced at the book that thudded off his shoulder.
"Hermione, I,"
"I can't believe you." Hermione said quietly. She turned to brush a tear off her cheek then continued in a shaky voice. "Fine. If that's the way you want it, consider it done. I won't come crying on your shoulder or begging you for any attention." She looked straight into his eyes for a second, before the tears started to fall. When her eyelids began to overflow, she ran sobbing straight into the girls' dormitories.
Wow. That was a doozy. Thanks for reading the entire thing!
Hermione left and went back to the game - but it wasn't any use. She couldn't focus at all. Ron was still gaping at the game, occasionally shouting and cheering, and turning to ask Hermione if she saw the play. She would nod and say that it was great, but she had no idea what was going on. She was wondering how she was going to tell them about her and Draco. Finally she came to a conclusion. She wouldn't. He wasn't as if Draco would tell anyone.
"Hermione! Hey, Mion!" Ron was shaking her. She jumped up.
"Oh. Game over already?" She moved towards the stairs, looking at the score. They had won! She was searching for Harry to congratulate him. He'd be impressed that she watched a game. He emerged, breathing hard, but smiling. She hugged him briefly.
"Good game!" She told him, and he smiled at her, his eyes gleaming. That's all the attention she got though, he and Ron were wrapped up in the details. She just walked with them, and finally she saw Ginny and walked with her to dinner. Once they sat, Ginny immediately began talking. She was saying something about how cute some Hufflepuff boy was looking today. Hermione couldn't listen. She felt eyes on her. Somehow she knew who it was. She didn't want Draco to think she was desperate and really wanted to get with him. She did, though, and she couldn't avoid the butterflies in her stomach. She wanted to look at him, too, take in every detail of his face. But she refused and instead flipped her wavy hair and bit her lip. Draco was behind her, and Ginny was across from her. Hermione hoped Ginny couldn't see him.
"So Hermione, you liked the game today?" Harry and Ron took seats on either side of her.
"Yeah. It was, uh, full of action." She smiled at him and leaned close, but not too close. She hoped Draco felt a teeny bit jealous. After all, Hermione wasn't **that** eager to get with him. She couldn't concentrate on dinner, though. She was hoping that smiling and nodding would get through the conversations her friends were having. She moved food around on her plate. She kept feeling eyes on her, so she nonchalantly looked behind her. There he was, staring at her with blue gray eyes. It was an intent stare and when he saw her, he smirked his famous smirk and raised his eyebrows. Hermione gave him a mischievous look. She was having fun.
Dumbledore released them from dinner, and Ron asked her to come study.
"Sorry, Ron, I have to do some extra credit." She quickly caught Draco's eye and shot him a sideways look. Ron saw it.
"What's up with Malfoy?"
"See ya, Ron." Hermione replied. She walked outside and shivered.
I should have brought a coat. She thought,
Hermione walked to the far side of the castle, sort of where they were earlier. She leaned against a wall.
"Hey." Rounding the corner was Draco. His robe was undone, showing his expensive looking sweater vest. Somehow, Hermione found it rebellious.
"Draco." She said, smiling a little.
"Hermione." He said, making sure she noticed he was calling her by her first name. She noticed. Hermione had goose bumps. She was wearing a cloak over her vest, but her skirt came just above her knees and her knee socks didn't exactly cover them.
"Cold?" He asked her, and it reminded her of the night that Fred was with her. Was that only three days ago? It felt like a million years.
"Mmhmm." She said. He took her hand and they began to walk. She wasn't sure where they were going, but the entire time she was afraid her knees were going to give out.
"You haven't been in classes lately." He commented and they slowed their pace.
"Yeah. I wouldn't be able to focus if I tried."
"I guess that would be hard." He said, turning to her. "I'm sorry."
"You don't have to be sorry." She told him.
"No." he said, stormy blue gray eyes looking into hers, "I'm sorry for making your first four years a living Hell." He was serious, but she laughed.
"You didn't have that much of an effect on me." She raised an eyebrow, waiting for his reaction.
"Should I be insulted or relieved?" He said and smirked a bit.
"Relieved." She affirmed as she looked up into the sky. The sun was setting. It was always her favorite part of the day. "Look at the sunset." She told Draco, taken away by the oranges, pinks and golds. Suddenly he put his arms around her waist, and lowered his head to her shoulder. She took in a quick breath then relaxed. Not knowing where to put her arms, she turned to face him. Their bodies were very touching. She was uncomfortable. Draco pulled Hermione towards him and swept her in his arms, putting his lips on hers. Hermione was sure he'd down that a hundred times before, but she hadn't. She pretended she had, though, and she was pretty sure she fooled him.
"You're not so bad at that." He told her, looking into her eyes. She responded with pure Hermione arrogant ness by cocking an eyebrow and stating,
"But, you, Draco, need a little more work." Even though they both knew that she was perfectly pleased and blown away. They kissed, again, with a little more force this time, both of their egos going at it, almost competing to see who was better. Hermione was breathless when they pulled apart.
"You like that?" He said, his famous smirk returning.
"Don't be so sure of yourself, Malfoy." She retorted, bringing him back to earth.
"I am sure of a few things."
"Oh really?" She asked. "Like what?"
"Like that I'm sure that you fancy me." He said, lifting his eyebrows briefly. She blushed but knew it would be no use to try to deny it. She rolled her eyes.
"Goodnight, Malfoy." She stated, playfully using his last name. She began walking away.
"Sweet dreams." He told her, barely loud enough to hear. She turned around to see him wink. She giggled and ran off to the castle.
"Got something to tell us, Hermione?" Ron inquired once she got into the Common room. Harry and Ron were the only ones in there. Harry was sulked in a chair in the corner, and Ron was pacing by a desk. He got close to her and squinted.
"What?" She asked, still walking on air.
"Hermione. Just come out with it." Ron was frustrated. Hermione opened her eyes wide. He knew about her and Draco.
"I, um, Ron,"
"I saw you kissing Malfoy!" He exclaimed, looking at her in surprise.
"So?"
"So?!" He yelled. "Since when do you kiss Malfoy?"
"Since when do you care who I kiss?"
"Hermione, think about this." Peaceful Harry piped up. He didn't look angry and Hermione was relieved. She bit her lip.
"I did." She told Harry. Then to Ron, "What Draco and I do is none of your business."
"None of my business?" Ron exclaimed, moving closer to her. "We're your best friends!"
"Okay! So I was kissing Draco!" She put her hands up in surrender.
"I can't believe you!" Ron yelled at her. Hermione wouldn't back down
"What?" She asked in disbelief.
"I. Can't. Believe. You." He said slowly. "You can't kiss Malfoy! And don't call him Draco!"
"Don't tell me what to do, Ronald Weasley."
"After all he did to us!" Ron yelled at her. "After all he did to you!"
"He apologized!" Hermione was yelling now, too.
"Guys - you're gonna wake people up!" Harry warned. Both Ron and Hermione shot him death glares.
"You can't kiss Malfoy!" Ron exclaimed again.
"Stop telling me what do to and who to kiss! It's my own business!"
"But it's Malfoy!" Ron yelled, his face about twenty shades of red. "You know what he's like! He only fancies you because you're now a pureblood. He'll dump you as soon as he gets what he wants."
"Oh really?" Hermione shouted, a look of pure disgust on her face. "And what's that?"
"You know what he wants! He's gotten it from about every girl in the Slytherian house, too! Malfoy is a dirty rotten playboy! He doesn't like you! He's a filthy, rotten, son of a-"
"And you?" Hermione spat. "As if you're any better!"
"What?" He asked.
"As if you're any better, Ron! You are so shallow that it isn't even amusing any more! You swoon over any girl with nice breasts and a big butt!" He glared at her.
"At least I'm not begging for attention! Give me a break, Hermione!"
"Begging for attention?" She asked.
"Crying all the time? Skipping classes? It's as if you're yelling at people 'Give me pity because my parents died.'" Hermione found one of her thick books and threw it across the room. It hit Ron square in the shoulder. Hermione's eyes stung with tears, but she couldn't let Ron know she was going to cry.
"Ron!" Harry exclaimed, standing up. Ron noticed the tear that slipped down Hermione's cheek. He winced at the book that thudded off his shoulder.
"Hermione, I,"
"I can't believe you." Hermione said quietly. She turned to brush a tear off her cheek then continued in a shaky voice. "Fine. If that's the way you want it, consider it done. I won't come crying on your shoulder or begging you for any attention." She looked straight into his eyes for a second, before the tears started to fall. When her eyelids began to overflow, she ran sobbing straight into the girls' dormitories.
Wow. That was a doozy. Thanks for reading the entire thing!