*Disclaimer**I do (not) own Harry Potter or anything related to him, J.K. Rowling does. I do own the name though. But if you decide that you want it, you can have that. (Aren't I so nice for sharing? Why can't J.K. Rowling share like I am willing to?)

*Ok, I'm going to Put Harry's reaction in the next chapter. This one is all about our favorite little witch.*-Fashiondiva-ENJOY!
CHAPTER 7: *CLICHES* (A SUPER-DUPER MUSHY MOMENT)


Hermione smiled to herself. She was in her favorite place in the world, hidden back among the musty, dust covered books in the library. Laughing quietly to herself as she read the words, she turned page after page, smiling in amusement.

Vat are you reading? Hermione's eyes quickly shot up to meet the eyes of one extremely melancholy looking Victor Krum.

She cried out in joy, earning a death glare from Ms. Pince, the crotchety old librarian. Lowering her voice, she questioned him. Victor? What are you doing here?

I've come to see you, German-ninny.

She corrected.

What's a Hermione, Hack-o-naitinny?

My name! She hissed.

Yes, I know your name, Gritsinkzo-ninny. Victor tilted his head as he gazed at Hermione, looking quite puzzled.

Yes, well... She ran a hand through her cornrows and her smile faded. Victor, what are you doing here? I thought you decided a week and a half ago that we would be better as friends?

Yes, well Hermione, Hermione gasped at his words that were free of his accent. You see, I'm not really Chinese...

Umm, I thought you were Russian?

Or maybe I was Turkish? They both shrugged as Victor continued. My name isn't Victor, either. It's Hank.

Hermione raised an eyebrow. Hank?!?! What the hell kinda name is Hank?!?!?

A loud laugh was heard behind a bookshelf. As Hermione and ...Hank turned around to see the source of it, quick footsteps were heard, signaling its departure.

Anyways, Hermione. I just wanted you to know the truth, finally, and for you to know that I still care about you, and I want to be in a relationship with you again. I miss you.

Hermione began to cry softly. I don't know if I can forgive you. You hurt me so much, and you lied to me this whole time. I don't know who you are anymore!

Hank looked into Hermione's eyes, and held up her head with his hand lightly in her chin. I will make this up to you. I won't let you down.Trust me.

I, I, I just don't know anymore. I don't think I can.

I promise you-I won't fail you. With this, Hank turned and quickly walked out of the library, but not before tripping over his cape and having a bunch of people laughing at him.

Hermione just sat and cried at the unfairness of life, at how she was all alone while Ron and Harry fought crime, and how she didn't get enough schoolwork.

Suddenly, out from the shadows should step no one but-guess who?-DRACO MALFOY!

He looked at the crying form of Hermione, he kneeled in front of her and took her hand. What's wrong, Hermione cough-cough*mudblood*cough-cough?

She answered, vainly trying to stop her tears.

Bullshit. Is there a problem with Draco paused, and took a breath. At this name he broke out in laughter. Hermione looked at him crossly. The laughter stopped, however, as Draco looked deeper into Hermione's eyes.

He leaned into her closer, and closer, and closer still. She sighed, I can't do this...it, it isn't right, I mean, what about Ha-

She was cut off by Draco's lips covering hers in a , yet kiss. And there they stayed, in the back of the library, having a special session, with Draco kneeling on the floor as tall as he could, and Hermione sitting in a chair, leaning over slightly, until...

HERMIONE! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?

At this, Hermione fell out of her chair, which would have been okay except there was a certain Malfoy who was already on the floor...

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Sorry for the super-delay. Had a bit (*lot*) of writer's block (sure...)

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