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AN: WOW! I have not written in like a month and a half…obviously hardly anyone is reading my story now! I only got one review for my last chapter!!!! *Cries*

Well the reason being…I was on a holiday over to Singapore, so I could not write!!

Thanks to those who have been reading this far! Here's the next chapter!

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Chapter 15 – Unreliable

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Hoping to prevent a complete disaster, Pansy got up from her seat, only to stand next to Marcus and smack him across the head from behind. A small patch of hair in the back was already beginning to turn blond.

"Damn her!" he cried under his breath as he and Blaise stood up and hurriedly walked out of the Great Hall. Flint was still holding his aching skull, and thus luckily covering the blonde patch that was beginning to form. Pansy returned to her seat as she shouted, "I heard that Flint!" in her sturdy high-pitched voice.

Every head in the hall was now looking from the doors, to Pansy. There and back again, wondering what on earth they were on about.

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Hermione turned sharply as she heard Draco's utensils fall onto the floor with a clatter. She saw the way he held  eye contact with Pansy, then saw him storm out of the Great Hall.

Hermione turned back to Harry, who was looking down at his tightly clasped hands laying on his lap. He seemed to have something on his mind as he didn't react towards the unusual performance. Before Hermione could asked, Ron raised the exact question she had in mind.

"Harry, what's wrong? Something on your mind?" He asked through a mouth full of bacon.

"No," Harry replied rather lifelessly.

"Don't be daft! Eat up!" Ron urged, pointing his chin towards the untouched plate in front of Harry.

Harry ignored him and instead looked up and stared fixatedly at Hermione, as if the sight of her held all the answers which was on his mind.

"Hermione," he began, "I really need to talk to you – please I have to tell you this," He added as he saw Hermione's mouth open to protest.

"Does it have to be now?" She questioned. Harry nodded his head nervously.

"Please Hermione…" he pleaded. She noticed that his eyes lost the brilliant flicker of light it had moments ago, now they were rather…empty.

"Alright," Hermione gave in with a defeated sigh, "We'll be back," she told Ron who looked on with nothing but mere confusion written all over his freckled face.

Ron was now watching his friends walk out silently towards the back of the Great Hall. Harry walked a few paces behind Hermione, looking down at the floor fumbling with his hands, mumbling something under his breath. 

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Draco walked towards his bedroom. What could he do to tell Pansy to simply back of?

He flopped himself on the bed, staring at the deep green canopy. Draco closed his eyes in thought. Fact is he hates Pansy. But that doesn't mean he doesn't find her attractive. Any guy would say she's attractive…even those blasted Gryffindors.

What was wrong with her today? He asked himself, She's usually not that alluring…I mean this is probably the first time in a while that Pansy has flirted with me! Something is up!

He thought about what Pansy was capable of…he came to the obvious conclusion, which was that she was capable of doing a lot of damage to a lot of people.

Draco sat up  and grabbed one of the pillows that were lying on his bed innocently. He did something he's never done before, and threw it as hard as he could towards the close door is frustration.

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Alright…it's ok…calm down, she'll understand, right? Ok, yea she will…look up…look up…ok just look up… it'll be ok…LOOK UP!!!!  

Over and over again Harry's mind insisted for him to look up at the awaiting Hermione. Harry didn't listen. He kept looking down, staring at his feet…or the floor.

"Harry," Hermione said rather uneasily, "It's been a few minutes and you haven't talked yet…or even looked at me for that matter! I thought you wanted to talk…Ummm is something wrong?" She raised a knowing brow.

"No 'Mione, it's – it's ummm well it's not ok…but it's well ummm," Harry tried to tell her but couldn't.

Oh God…I can't do this! But what – oh screw this freaking idea! Run? RUN! YOU KNOW YOU WANT TO!

Once again his mind took over…this time Harry listened. He turned sharply and ran down the corridor, the sound of clattering plates lying in his wake along with a very stunned and rather confused Hermione.

"Harry! Get back here!" Hermione shouted at Harry's retreating back, "HARRY! You said you wanted to talk! COME BACK HERE!"

She began to run along after him. He turned left then right then right again. Not slowing down – but speeding up.

"Come on Harry, just tell me!" Hermione urged him. Harry began to feel a sharp spasm in his chest. He was holding his breath because he couldn't take it. He took a deep breath in.

"Hermione do yourself a favor and just stop following me… Please…" he advised her softly not looking back towards her.

Hermione stopped running, and just stood there. Catching her breath whilst starring at the back of Harry's dwindling back as he turned a corner – still running at top speed.

Hermione's chest rose and fell with every breath she took. She looked around and realized this was the hallway in which Harry and her kissed not so long ago. She wondered vividly whether Harry ran in this direction on purpose.

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Hermione stood there for a moment longer when quite suddenly the smell of a really strong, pleasant, perfume met her nose. Only two girls that she knew wore this expensive fragrance. Blaise, Pansy and well herself – if that counted, but she wore it only on special occasions though.

Who would wander around here now?  She wondered aimlessly.

All of a sudden a pair of arms curled themselves around Hermione's middle. Hermione gasped and turned her head sharply around. Her eyes burned with intensity. The silver-blue eyes glanced down knowingly at her chocolate-brown ones.

Hermione felt stunned under his gaze. She stayed in his embraced. Her head turned to look at him. Soon she twisted her body around so she could look at him correctly. She looked up and found that he was looked rather distant.

Draco held their gaze a little longer before speaking.

 "Hermione, baby…come with me, okay?" Then he jerk his head towards an empty classroom door at the end of the hallway.

"O – okay," Hermione felt uncomfortable as she, by no means been called 'baby' by him before. Draco swooped her up into his arms releasing a quick intake of breath from Hermione.

Hermione rested her head slowly onto his shoulder. She rested it there for a moment before realizing that Draco held a faint aroma that Hermione noticed was the perfume. She shot her head up abruptly then.

But then they've reached the door to the classroom.

"Open the door for me please baby, I – er my hands are… well unavailable as you can see," Draco nodded towards the door then towards his hands. He was still holding her – rather protectively too.

Hermione reached out to clasp the door handle, turned it; then with her foot, pushed the door open for him.

"There you go," She said lightheartedly.

Draco smiled then carried Hermione into the dimly lit room and sat her down gently onto one of the tables. He stood between her legs. The palm of his hands resting on either side of her hips, his thumbs making small, calming circles, whilst she played around with the little hairs behind his neck. They stayed in that peaceful position for a moment all the while lost in each other's gaze.

Draco nestled his head near Hermione's neck and began to kiss her pale skin softly. Hermione was quite taken aback by this action, but she quickly sank into the moment. Draco then began to suck on her skin, gently caressing it with his wet tongue. Hermione had her eyes half closed by now and her own neck pulled back slightly for this was pure bliss. She trailed her hands down from the back of his neck and moved them to rest on his broad shoulders.

Her right leg, as if it had a mind of it's own hooked itself around one of Draco's and drew him closer. He jolted slightly at this but recovered quickly and continued his blissful caress.

"Draco, I want to ask you something," Hermione began evenly. When Draco said nothing she continued, "Why did you leave the hall like that?"

Draco lightened his grip from her hips and stopped kissing her. He began to walk shakily backwards, all the while avoiding her gaze.

"What's wrong baby?" Hermione tried to coax him the same way he did to her moments ago - but to no avail. What seemed like minutes later he answered.

"Okay, umm it was because umm well ummm – er well, Pansy – no Blaise – hang on yea Pansy was umm… annoying me?" Draco stammered out. Apparently he didn't hear Hermione's last question.

"Are you alright? I just asked a very simple question, so why splutter?" She told him frankly. Hermione was getting suspicious…Draco did not stammer, no matter what. She knew that. She was beginning to think twice about him now.

Hermione crossed her legs, one over the other, still sitting on the table. Draco seems lost… Hermione wondered, What is wrong with him anyway?

"Hermione, I – well sorry about that," he said then pointed to her neck. Reflectively Hermione's left hand flung onto her neck.

"I kind of gave you a hickey," Draco stated, now looking embarrassed. Hermione raised an eyebrow, questioning his embarrassment. Another thing Malfoys did not do was show any outward emotion physically.

"I couldn't help myself you see," he explained further, "I mean I have a gorgeous girl in front of me. How am I suppose to stand that?"

"Calm down Draco," Hermione said lightly choking back on a laugh, "It's okay. I have a hickey on my neck. So what? It doesn't matter! Come here you…" She ordered him jokingly. To her will he followed and walked towards her with a smile of relief on his dimly lit face.

"I'm sorry," Draco responded softly.

"It's fine. Don't worry," Hermione told him comfortingly, she was once again beginning to wonder what has gotten into him. She planted a soft, sweet kiss on his forehead. Draco just smirked.

Hermione hopped off the table and wrapped her arms tightly around his waist and rested her head onto his chest. Draco was taken aback for a second but quickly reacted and encircled her in his sturdy arms.

"Come on," he stated suddenly. He kept one firm grip on her hips while they walked out.

"Draco, what if somebody sees us?" Hermione asked uneasily. Draco let out a long whistle.

"Yep. We'll be dead then, won't we?" Hermione raised her eyebrows. They were walking side by side, so clearly, Draco couldn't see her action, so Hermione stayed quiet.

"Oh by the way," Draco said with intent, "We're going to the Slytherin common room tonight,"

Hermione stopped dead in her tracks. Draco, who wasn't expecting it stumbled forward a bit.

"What?!" Hermione asked, anger clear in her voice.

"I said we were going to the common –" Draco started but was cut of.

"I heard that! We can't go there! Are you daft or something? People will see us! Besides, we do have our own common room  you know! What has gotten into you?" Hermione was shocked at his proposal.

"Nothing's wrong with me! What's wrong with you? I didn't even do anything for fucks sake and here you are screaming at me!" was the reply.

"Who the hell is that?!" A voice shouted suddenly from the corner of the hallway, "I've had enough of you two! Can't I get some peace around here?!"

He walked towards them, stopped dead in his tracks and just stared at the two of them. Hermione let out a small shriek due to the figure standing in front of her.

"Oh my –" She was in shock to say the least.

"What the hell…?" He said. Hermione stood there…looking from Draco to the figure in front of them.

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