A/N: I think, i'll finish this story soon. School's about to start, and I think, if I let them suffer a little bit longer my own heart will bleed, too. lol. And: hey, I've got 20 chapters. That's really… wow. *g* I have to admit that I'm a bit proud of myself, even though I know there ARE this much mistakes in it. And I don't think I would have written if it weren't for you. Reviewers were everything that held my story up.

Thank you.

jane air: about the voldemort stuff. Yeah, he's a mud-blood, but that's not against the slytherin rules, because he was really evil. But good old voldie didn't date a muggle-born (ok, I admit we don't know, but I can't imagine that.). See the difference between being mud-blood, but evil, and dating a mud-blood and not even being evil? But it really was no argument, because the Slytherins don't like Draco already, so… *schrugs*

Harry and Hermione sat on the couch, cuddled into each others arms, just enjoying the others presence and watching Ron and Ginny playing chess.

Hermione wanted to put out a book and learn, but Harry kept her off from that.

"Hermione, it's week-end, and by the way, we soon have Christmas-break."

Hermione shrugged, put the book away and leaned her back against Harry. When she closed her eyes, he asked: "Are you tired, darling?", enjoying every single sound of the last word.

Hermione smiled, but didn't open her eyes and nodded. "A bit."

Harry made his embrace tighter, meaning to warm and comfort her.

She sighed and let her mind drift away, with every thought it got harder to understand what the people around her were talking about.

She thought about the past months.

Harry and Rons ignorance, Draco's attacks, the feeling she needed to save Draco, Harry and Rons reaction when she took sides with Malfoy, the conversations with Snape, the potions, seeing that Draco wasn't as cold as he always acted, Snape telling her about Harrys mom and him, Draco, the kiss, Harry and Ron, Draco telling her it meant nothing, Harry, Draco, Draco and again Draco…

The words and thoughts were twanging in her head, until she opened her eyes and found the common room deserted and only felt the presence of her lover next to her.

Harry seemed fast asleep, his arm was hanging lazily over her stomach.

Hermione smiled. He was such a cute boy. His hair was a mess, and his glasses were anywhere but on his nose. Hermione carefully took a blanket and lay it over his and her body, trying not to wake Harry, but still to lay comfortable. After a while lying awake and thinking, she, too, drifted away in a deep, dreamless sleep.

~+*+~

Draco laid in his bed, on his back, staring at the ceiling, waiting for the morning to come.

He was so frustrated. Everything doesn't seem to make sense anymore. He thought the same at the start of term.

But this time it was different.

At start of term, he was bored. He had no-one, but he didn't really care. Expect that he didn't know what to do. But that problem was solved easily. He filled the lack of time with his books, leaning a lot for school.

But it was different now. Of course, he could learn. But it was boring, and the teachers didn't gave them that much homework, because Christmas-break was near. And it wasn't as if Draco was this bad at school. He was one of the best. Only Hermione got better marks them him.

Hermione.

Actually, that was the thought that kept him awake all night.

He wondered what she did.

It was a stupid question, because most of the people sleep at three o'clock a.m. And so, he guessed, did she. Maybe dreaming of Perfect Potter.

Draco closed his eyes.

If it only wouldn't hurt him this much.

If there wouldn't be this unbearable pain he felt every time he looked at them.

Was it that she wanted?

He thought he knew her.

The moment they kissed, he thought he know everything about this girl.

She had told him everything. She had opened her heart to him.

And he refused her. Her refused her even though he knew, if there would be true love, if there would be the one, she was it.

And she loved him back.

At least he thought so. But then, when she was gone, and he was stuck in this place, with out her love, without her warmth, he got scared. He wasn't sure about that anymore.

But still, even though he knew it was his own mistake, he was disappointed in her. Why Potter?

Draco still lay on his bed, he had his eyes open.

Then he began to croon. He crooned a song he once heard. He didn't remember when, or where, or from whom, but he knew the words exactly.

people come around
people let you down
anywhere you go
anyone you see
it's real
It's up to you to make it happen
It's up to you to make it real

and you know, how it feels
to bleed some, to need some
and you know, how it feels
to bleed some, to need some

Tell me what you know
Tell me how you feel
it doesn't matter when your down
When you look at me with your eyes
That smile on your face it seems happy
… are you happy?

and you know, how it feels
to bleed some, to need some
and you know, how it feels
to bleed some, to need some

Dracos weak eyes closed and he doze off, still the melody of the song in his mind.

A/N: What do you think? nice? not nice? fucked up? let me know.

I've figured that my chapters really ARE very short. I'm sorry. But I'm updating very often, so I think it's balanced.

The song: is not from me. lol, it's called "the down syndrome", by grey daze (I love that band! Pity they don't exist any more.) Just for those who wondered.

And what the f*** is the plural of body? Can somebody please tell me?