Disclaimer: As most of you might have noticed a lot of parts in this fic are based from movies. Lines and such so I'm telling you now, they are not mine.

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Draco stuck his hands into his jacket pockets and looked at the rather large house that hid behind the walls of the old building. He took one last look at the door making sure that he had locked his car door.

"Here goes nothing." Draco sighed as he walked up to the doorstep looking at his watch to check the time. He looked at the door and sighed deeply. This was taking a lot from him and he didn't really understand why.

His hands shook as he reached for the doorbell. "Okay," He sighed as it rang, "I've done it."

The door creaked open for him to see a blonde girl standing before him. "I certainly hope you're Draco." She studied him.

"Sofia?" He asked as if he were trying to remember her name.

"Yep, come on in." She opened the door wider. "She's not yet home."

"Maybe, I should go then."

"No." She said. "Stay, stay right here and I'll go get something to drink she should be home in about twenty minutes."

"Okay." Draco took a seat and took in Sofia's features. She looked like Hermione's mother. He remembered her from second year.

He heard the door open.

"Okay, you can put those there, and get some rest, sweetie." He saw a dark haired woman walk past. "Can I call you back?" The familiar voice seemed to get closer and closer. Draco sank into the chair wondering if he was ready to see her.

"Sofia?" Her voice rang through the house as she entered the sitting room, the very room that Draco was in. "Sof?"

Draco turned around slowly preparing himself to see her again. "Hi."

Hermione's face was priceless but he could not understand her expression. It was somewhere between happiness, utter shock and something that made Draco feel very uncomfortable, fear. "Draco?" She whispered.

"Well, anyway," Sofia's voice stormed in. "Oh, Hermione." She smiled at her sister holding a tray of beverages. She put it down on the coffee table and looked at the two of them. "Well it seems that both of you are lost for words," She bit her lip, "this is quite an uncomfortable situation." And by fate the phone rang. "I suppose that, that is my queue to exit." She pressed down her pants and walked outside.

"Maybe I should go." Draco walked towards the exit.

"Please don't." Hermione put her hand on his shoulder as he reached the door. "Don't leave me the way I did you. We have a lot to talk about."

"I know." He nodded.

"Please sit down." Hermione tucked a strand of her falling hair behind her ear and then pointed to the sofa. "It's good to see you."

"You know I feel the same way." He blurted out suddenly. "I'm sorry, I think I'm getting a little far ahead of things."

"It's okay." Hermione sat down beside him. "How have you been? An Oxford student now I see, it was my dream to go there once." She looked away wistfully.

"Once?"

"Dreams change." Hermione shrugged. "Don't get me wrong it still is my dream but I doing what I want right now."

"And you're great at it." Draco nodded.

"Thank you." Hermione smiled. "It means a lot coming from you."

Draco had nothing else to say to her right now.

"What's wrong?"

"Why?" Draco looked at her.

"Why what?"

"Why'd you leave me?"

"Draco we we're fifteen." Hermione reasoned. "I didn't think you took me that seriously but for those few hours I was with you, I was on top of the world. And I honestly don't know what it feels like to be in-love unless of course it's this feeling I have every time I look into you eyes."

"Why?" Draco looked at her.

"I answered that Draco." She shut her eyes.

"Why did you think I didn't feel the same way." Draco asked.

"Because Draco I was starting out and everything was going swell." Hermione sighed. "They made me believe that you did that because I was, well, I was who I was and who I am."

"They?"

"Everyone Draco." Hermione's eyes welled up with tears as the memory of that day four years ago. "And they were right. I was only fifteen, I wouldn't be able to commit to a serious relationship and honestly I don't think I can." She wiped her tears. "Now I'm getting a little ahead of things. You didn't ask me if I wanted to be with you."

"You knew I was going to." Draco replied honestly.

"But I want to give it a chance." Hermione looked down. "If you want to."

"I'll try if you do." He smiled at her.

"But it's not that easy." Hermione looked down sadly.

"I know, but it'll work out."

"Draco," Hermione bit her lip. "I'm not sure if I'm in love with you or if I even want to be with you."

"The fact that you haven't forgotten me in so long doesn't say something?" He asked, pained by the words she spoke. "Then why am I here?"

"I wanted you to be here, it's just I'm so confused."

"I don't see that." Draco said. "Everything you said, all your reasons, it was all bullshit. The letter you wrote for me, did you mean it? Or are you just confused about that too?"

"Draco, please." Hermione begged. "When you're here, I don't know what to do. When you're not, just want you to be with me." She rubber her temples.

"You're right, Hermione. You are confused." Draco stood up. "You're wallowing in confusion. Don't let it get ahead of you because you're only confusing the people around you."

Hermione was speechless. Things were going pretty well up until now. She had no proper explanation on exactly how she felt about Draco and was still really confused about what was going on.

"One moment you're telling me you're in-love with me and then I get the brush off?" Draco asked in a confused tone. "It can't just be about you know. It's either you want to be with me or you don't." He took his coat and looked at her from the door. "Thank you for clearing out four years of nothing for me, have a good life."

Hermione stood there stunned. Draco had just walked out on her.

"Oh god." Hermione ran her hands through her hair and sighed. "How much crappier can my life get? I am so unlucky."

She walked up to her room leaving whatever she had downstairs, she wanted to be completely alone right now.

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"You're childish thoughts are beyond me." Was the first thing Sofia had said when she saw her sister walk into the kitchen the next morning.

"Don't Sofia." Hermione opened the refrigerator and pulled out the bottle of soda. She took a sip, "It's not my fault, okay?"

"You don't know if you're in-love with him?" She looked at her sister.

"I don't, okay?" Hermione sat down and took another sip. "This is not as easy as you think."

"You were crying obviously, and that has got to mean something because you two were never even friends. Trust me lack of sleep over a guy you obviously didn't get along with in the past just says something," Sofia stood up and took out a cookie. "I'm sure you know his room number."

"Huh?" Hermione looked at her sister as she walked out of the kitchen.

"Oh and I had the car heated up." She stuck her head in the door. "Move fast."

Hermione's heart was pounding but so were her eyes. Her sister was right, why would she cry over a guy she didn't like if. . . she didn't love him?

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A/N: Oh!! I like this chapter even if it isn't too long. What do you guys think? By the way, if you're reading this and not reviewing you review would be greatly appreciated because as you can see I don't have too many reviews.

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