A/N: Sorry it's taken me awhile to update. This chapter is a little long, sorry! I've also written part of Chapter 8 so if I don't have the up tonight, I will tomorrow. Please R/R, I really need the encouragement and constructive criticism.

Harry Potter opened his emerald eyes early in the morning, getting up and then proceeding to get ready for Quidditch practice. It was the Friday before the 5th Quidditch match of the season, Gryffindor against Ravenclaw. If Gryffindor won, it'd put them in the lead for both the Quidditch and House cup. Harry was the new Quidditch Captain, and had been since Fred Weasley graduated.

It was before the crack of dawn and Harry opened Ron's curtains and nudged him.

"Come on Ron. Practice time! We have a big day tomorrow."

"Harry," said Ron, his eyes opening and squinting up at him. "The sun isn't even up yet."

"That's because the sun doesn't have a Quidditch game tomorrow." Harry responded with a smile. Ron sighed in response and began to get up as Harry moved on to the next two beds.

"Dean, Seamus- wake up," He said with a slight sing song voice. Dean continued to snore but Seamus woke. "Arg, Harry…it's to early." Harry didn't respond and just grabbed his Firebolt and headed out the door.

"You three better be ready and at the Quidditch field in 30 minuets." Harry walked out the door and turned to go in the direction of the 5th year boy's dormitory. He was about to known on the door when it opened, and Colin Creevey stepped out in his Gryffindor Quidditch robes. All though he wasn't as obsessed with Harry, he still held great admiration for him.

"Hiya Harry! I'm ready."

"Hey Colin, all right, just head down to the field, the rest of the team will be down there soon." Colin nodded as Harry headed for the 6th year girl dormitories. He knocked on the door, and when there wasn't a response he turned the knob and peeked in. All the girls were sound asleep; Harry smiled when he saw that Hermione had fallen asleep while reading. He made his way to where Lavender Brown lay asleep, snoring away.

"Lav. Lavender, wake up!" She groaned and turned over, moving her head away from Harry. He sighed and poked her. "Wake up!" He said loudly into her ear. She opened her eyes and lifted her head off her pillow, and hit Harry with it. Harry laughed slightly.

"Meet you at the field in 15 minuets." The green eyed boy said to her as he walked out, going to get the last of his team members. He knocked on their dormitory door and a voice inside answered.

"Come in." Harry opened the door and saw Ginny Weasley brushing her ginger hair into a ponytail.

"Hey, good, you're reading. It seems to me that 5th years seem to have far more interest in winning the Quidditch Cup then six years." Harry whispered to her and Ginny laughed. They both walked down to the Quidditch field, the rest of the team all ready there, ready to begin their practice.

Hermione woke a few hours later at 9 o'clock. Classes for Gryffindors weren't starting till 10 o'clock that day, and she was planning to get up and head to the library. She got up and dressed, deciding to at least get some breakfast first. Crookshanks followed her out to the common room and purred a good-bye to her as she walked through the portrait hole.

She reached the nearly empty Great Hall and sat down at the nearly empty Gryffindor table.

"Hey Neville," she said as she sat down across from him. He was reading his Herbology book and was taking down notes.

"Hey Hermione," he said without looking up.

"Where is everyone?" she asked pouring herself a glass of orange juice.

"Quidditch practice. It should be over by now, so they're probably on their way here. Harry had them up at 5:30."

"Are you serious? He really wants that Quidditch Cup this year, doesn't he?" Neville nodded in response and went back to reading. Hermione absentmindedly drank her juice and then looked up in time to see the Gryffindor team walk in, showered and dressed in their school robes.

Hermione smiled at Ron and Harry as they sat down on either side of her, grabbing a piece of toast each on their way.

"How was practice?"

"Brutal," Ron said as he sighed.

"It's the only way we'll win," Harry said seriously, putting marmalade onto his toast. Ron sighed again in response and concentrated on his toast. Harry looked at his watch. "9:30, class starts in 30 minuets."

"Well then, I'll see you guys in class, I'm heading for the-"

"Library," Ron and Harry finished, with a smile. Hermione rolled her eyes at them and nodded.

"Yeah. See you in Potions," she grabbed her book bag and headed out the Great Hall. Ron groaned. "I forgot we started out with Potions." He and Harry sighed in unison.

Draco sat in the library, reading. He had been there since early morning, half of it spent on thinking about what he would say to Hermione, the other half actually reading. He still had no idea what he was going to say to her. Draco sighed as he turned a page and his head lifted up as he heard a familiar voice.

"Good Morning Madam Pince."

"Good Morning Hermione."

Hermione greeted the librarian and handed back the books she had checked out a couple weeks ago. She turned around and began heading to the back of the library. Stopping dead in her tracks, she noticed the blond-haired boy.

"Hello, Draco," she said icily.

"Hermione! Hey!" His effort to not sound excited failed. At the sound of his voice, Hermione's heart jumped a little, but she hid her happiness.

"I need to talk to you. Can we go outside?" Draco asked, closing his book and standing up. Hermione nodded and followed the Slytherin out. He led her to a deserted corridor near the library.

"What do you want to talk about Draco? Class is going to start in like eight minuets, and we both need to go to the dungeons." Her voice remained icy.

"I want…I want to apologize. I'm sorry. I'm really sorry. As the week went on, I realized that I can't live without you," Draco looked directly into her brown eyes, his hands dropping down to his side. Hermione opened her mouth to respond, but no words came out. She sighed, then found her voice.

"Do you expect that to make everything better? You weren't willing to withstand insults a week ago, but now you will? What happened? Did you get lonely or something?"

"What? No, of course not. I'm sorry I ever wanted to end this, because now I don't. I've thought about it and breaking up with you is the worst thing I could, and have, done." The bell announcing the start of class rang.

"The last week…I haven't been insulted or sneered at. People actually want to talk to me. It's so different now. I don't know if I want to go back to the way things were." Hermione turned and began to walk away. Draco grabbed her arm and stopped her. She turned her head to face him, a frown appearing on her face.

"Fine. That's fine," the Slytherin said, his voice barley over a whisper. "I can't live knowing that you love me and I love you, but we're not together. I can't live like that. And I don't think you want to live like that. So do you not love me anymore? Is that it? If that's it, just tell me you don't love me, and I'll let you go." Hermione starred at him, her brown eyes looking fiercely into his silver ones.

"I need to get to class. I don't have time for this," she tried to break free from his grasp, but he was too strong.

"Just say it then Hermione. Say it, and I'll never bother you again."

A/N: Only 4 pages on Microsoft Word, so not that long. J Don't forget to click the review button!