Disclaimer: Even though I wish I owned everything in this chapter, I don't in any way shape or form

A/N: It all gets better. And for those of you who don't remember, in chapter three Draco mentioned a girl named Leslie whom he dated during his time at Hogwarts, but she was from America. He was talking to Pansy when he said that.

Hermione awoke the next morning in her bed. She had vaguely remembered her cousin coming in sometime the night before. Trish probably helped her into bed. She lifted her head from the pillow. It was tearstained and wet. She glanced around the room. She was the only one there. On the table were five letters and the roses from the previous morning.

She looked at the roses and felt sadness. As much as she wanted to take them and throw them out the window and into the street, she couldn't do it. They were a memory of a perfect moment. She picked up the mail. There was a letter from Ron saying he had heard about what had happened and he was sorry it had happened. There was one from Harry asking what had happened to her because all he had seen of her that night was her fleeing the house. Then there were three from Draco, which she bushed off the table and into the wastebasket.

As she walked over to the bathroom she found a note taped to the bathroom door. It was Trish's writing. It stated that she was sorry she had to leave, but she had a few things to do before she could come back.

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Hermione had already showered and went to go see Ron. She knew that they didn't have practice that day and knew he would be home. As she walked down to Ron's she made her way through the street covered in people. She knew she heard someone calling her name from behind, and knew exactly who it was. Ignoring his voice she quickened her pace and made her way to Ron's door.

It opened before she could even knock. The place was suprisingly clean for the large mess that had been made the night before. She walked upstairs and into Ron's room. He was cleaning up when he noticed her. He put down everything and sat down on his bed.

"I am so sorry Herms. I had no idea he would do that. I didn't know that he knew Leslie. She stopped by to say hi. She stayed with us for a summer as a foreign exchange thing." Ron sighed.

"It's not your fault Ron. It's mine. I should have known he wasn't really interested in me." Hermione shrugged.

"I think he was really interested in you. I just think that he still had feelings for Leslie. He didn't do it on purpose, and he didn't mean to hurt you. I know that doesn't make it hurt any less, but at least you know he wasn't doing all this on purpose." Ron hugged her.

"I know. We weren't even dating or anything, but I had very strong feelings for him. Stronger then I've ever felt for anyone before, and I should have never even come here. I shouldn't have been so nice to him. I should have just written my article, and then stayed the hell away from him. It would have made things much easier." Hermione forced her tears back.

"I'm sorry Mione. Are you still going to do all the interviewing? Or are you leaving?" Ron asked.

"I may hate him, but I'll be damned if I lose my job over him. I'm going to continue writing, and I'm going to write the best damn article this world has ever seen!" She got a sudden burst of strength.

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After having lunch with Ron, she went to the field and went to meet Draco in the same place she had been for over a week. He was there on the bench looking very sad and depressed. She had no idea what he could be so upset about. It was all his own fault.

"Hermione, I didn't think you were going to show." He almost smiled.

"I wasn't going to, but I still have a job to do. Let's just get it over with." She pulled out paper and a quill.

She asked him questions. He would answer. She recorded it, and then as soon as it was done, she got up and turned to leave, but she felt a soft tug at her arm. She spun around to see Draco looking at her pleadingly.

"What?" She spat.

"Hermione, can we please talk?" His eyes were full of longing.

"Look, Draco, I'll talk to you soon. But for now I just want some time alone. I have some things I need to sort out." She answered, even though it hurt her to say so.

"I understand. Then will you at least read my letters? The ones I sent you this morning?" He whispered.

"We'll see." She replied and made her way across the field and back up to her room.

When she entered her room she thought about opening the letters, but she wasn't sure she wanted to. And finally after almost half an hour of mental debating she decided against it. She didn't want to find the details from a piece of parchment. She would hear them from his lips when she was ready to.

The rest of her day was spent preparing her next article. She was going to write just as she had been before. Just write what he had said in their interview. No personal feelings.

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A few days later her second article had been printed and once again everyone was cheering for her, yet when she passed by they congratulated her on the great article, but said nothing about Draco.

She went out to the field to talk to him. She was ready to hear whatever it was he had been dying to say. As she stepped on to the field she was able to see Draco and Leslie less then three yards from her. They had their backs turned to her and were talking. Hermione quickly and ran into the hall so that they wouldn't see her.

"Look hun, she's gone. Whether you like it or not, you screwed up. You should have thought about that before you kissed me." Leslie placed her hands on her hips.

"I didn't kiss you. You kissed me, but I did kiss you back, and I was a damn fool for doing so. I'll admit that, but even if she doesn't want me back, I still want nothing to do with you." Draco stepped back as she came towards him.

"Yes you do. You know that she's not coming back to you. And I know you want me. So why don't you stop playing these games and just kiss me?" she wrapped her arms around his neck.

"No. I told you already. I love Hermione. If I ever have the slightest chance of getting her back, then I'm going to try as hard as I can to win her back. I will do whatever it takes." He snapped.

"She doesn't want you back. You betrayed her. Now we can be together. It will be like old times." She smiled.

"No. I don't want anything to do with you. You repulse me. Now get out of my sight before Hermione gets here." He snarled.

"You know this isn't the last you'll be seeing of me. When she formally tells you that she hates your guts, you know where to find me." She leaned up to kiss him, but he pushed her away.

"I said I don't want anything to do with you. I meant it too. Stay the hell away from me." He growled, and she walked away.

Hermione stayed hidden in the shadows for a few more moments. He was pacing the area and waiting. Then he let out a sigh and mumbled something to himself.

"Draco." Hermione came into view and stood before him.

"Hermione, I didn't think you were going to show up." He stuttered.

"Draco. I saw it. I can't say that I've completely forgiven you yet, but you're only human. We all make mistakes now and then. In a little while it will all blow off." She smiled.

"What are you saying?" He asked cautiously.

"I'm saying that I want to give us another chance. I miss you, and I want to be with you." She wrapped her arms around him and hugged him.

"But after what I did, I don't deserve you back. You should make me get down on my hands and knees and beg. You shouldn't talk to me. You should hate me for the rest of your life." He started to list off punishments.

"I do forgive you. I won't if it ever happens again, but I don't think it will. Watching you with her a minute ago, I expected you to give in to her again, but you didn't. You pushed her away. You pushed her away because of me. You did it for me. And for showing strength like that I forgive you." Hermione sighed.

"I feel as though I don't deserve you back, but I'm not complaining. Over time I'll make it all up to you." He promised.

"Just forget about it. It's over." She smiled.

"Ok, so where do we go from here? Do we start over? Do we pretend it never happened?" He asked.

"I don't know. You tell me?" She looked up at him.

"I don't know. Let's just see where this all takes us." He suggested.

"Sure. Sounds good to me." She leaned up and kissed his cheek, then hand in hand they walked back inside.

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