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"Damn grapes, fall off and I'll..." the young man threatened when he realized that he was 'alone' in the room.

"Where'd she get off to?" he wondered aloud.

Hermione breathed a sigh of relief and lowered the blanket.

"Right here," she breathed wearily.

"Ahh, playing hide and go seek were you?" he grinned.

"Just afraid of being found," she said.

"Ahh. Well the ball is going to go on for quite a while so you have no need to worry. But yes, have some fruit. You need your energy," he said, prompting her to eat.

The tray was filled to the brim with grapes, orange wedges, strawberries, a turkey and swiss sandwich, and a chocolate frog. The mystery man leaned forward and poured out two glasses of pumpkin juice into some blue goblets.

"So tell me," he said, sitting back holding a goblet in his hand elegantly, "Do you know what happened to you?"

"Well, I know I passed out because of lack of food, but not really," Hermione said.

"Hypoglycemia is what I suspect you have, or at least had a case of. I took your pulse and a blood test while you were passed out, so that's why your finger hurt, just in case you were wondering. But yes, your pulse was 44 beats per minute," he drawled, giving Hermione a chance to take it in.

"What about my blood sugar?"

"...Thirty three..." he said, taking a sip from his glass.

"Oh gosh. That's extremely low. The lowest it should be is around 60! I didn't know this would happen!" she exclaimed.

"It shouldn't have, that's why. Your intestines should have metabolized some food storages to give you the energy to stay conscious, but for some reason they didn't," he explained calmly, taking another sip from his glass.

Hermione merely sat there munching a sandwich triangle thinking.

"You're a Slytherin..." Hermione began.

"Yes I am," he stated matter-of-factly.

"So then...Why did you help me? I thought all you Slytherins cared about was beating all the other houses and being pureblood jerks? No offense of course," Hermione blushed as she took another bite of the sandwich.

"Not all Slytherins are jerks you know. Some of us just appear that way to others, but we're all wizards and witches with hearts," he said.

"How come you didn't just take me to the hospital wing and leave me under the care of Madam Pomfrey?"

"I wanted to make sure you were alright. And when I saw Pomfrey inside dancing away with another professor I thought it would be best to take matters in my own hands. Besides, I couldn't stand leaving something so beautiful in so much pain," he said, turning to her and caressing her cheek with the back of his hand.

Hermione just blushed. Her eyes clouded over again and she stared at his mask, then to his lips. Her hand twitched in her lap. She wanted to take that mask off and see who her knight in shining armor was.

"I really like you, Hermione," he said softly. Hermione looked at the eyeholes in his mask then to his lips. She brought both hands up and put them on either side of his face.

"Who...are you?" she asked as she started to pressure her fingers under his mask. He only smiled a timid smile but didn't say anything.

Hermione slowly and carefully started to lift the edges of the mask. 'Do I really want to know who this is?' she questioned herself inwardly. 'Of course you do! Now hurry up and remove his mask!' a voice in her head answered her.

The mask had been removed but, Hermione just held it there for a moment longer holding the mask in front of the face. Slowly she lowered the mask and looked upon the face of... "Draco..." Hermione breathed.

Draco surveyed the girl below him, her eyes were flying rapidly from one eye to the other, from his face to the mask. He was trying to read her expression, but he couldn't.

"Surprise," Draco said, brushing a stray hair behind her ear. She flinched at his touch a little.

"But...I thought you-," Hermione started, only to be interrupted.

"Hated you? Loathed you? Cared more for doxie droppings than you? Hah, that's what I thought too. Until tonight," Draco said staring deeply into her eyes.

"When I saw you enter the Great Hall, I knew I had to talk to you, to dance with you, to feel your skin against mine. I didn't care who you were, I just needed to be with you," he continued. "When I saw you fall...I was extremely panicked. I reached out for you and prayed I could hold on to you. Imagine that, pompous Draco Malfoy, distressed at losing the one who he had met only an hour ago, but had been in love with since before he could remember," Draco snorted softly.

"I thought you couldn't love a mudblood like me?" Hermione said, fearing the worst.

"I'm not supposed to, but I'm my own man. I'll love who I love the way they should be loved," he declared. A moment passed before he spoke again.

"When I took off your mask tonight, at first I was taken aback, and a little angry. How could something I thought I hated so much, be so beautiful? Well, I thought about it some more, and it was then I knew..."

"Knew what Draco?" Hermione asked breathlessly. She had been holding her breath as she listened to the tale. Draco laughed and bent over so that his mouth was mere inches away from her ear.

"That's when I knew I loved you," he whispered. Hermione gasped. The hot breath on her ear carrying the words she had longed to hear surprised her and filled her with a flurry of emotions. She didn't know whether to laugh that the ugly duckling had turned into the beautiful swan and had found her mate, or to cry because she was in love with her best friend's enemy. She did know that she had to say something. Hermione realized his head was still near hers, and she leaned forward as well.

"I think I love you, too Draco," she whispered.

"Think? That's the thing about you Griffindors. You're never sure about anything are you?" he teased.

"Fine. I know I love you!" Hermione said. Draco smirked a knowing smirk and was about to make a quip but Hermione shot him a 'don't you dare' look.

Draco shifted a little so that they were staring eye to eye. He broke the gaze when he looked at her lips then back at her eyes. He inched his face closer and gently pressed his lips against hers.

Hermione nearly moaned at the light contact. His warm lips against hers made her stomach flip about like it was a cheerleader on speed. ((A/N: Sorry to all those who're cheerleaders; it just struck me as being funny. bows down Forgiveness please!)) Her heart raced and she pushed back into him so that there was more pressure on their lips. They slowly separated and she looked up at him with love and lust coalescing in her dark eyes. His own light silver eyes showed the same thing. Hermione placed two fingers against her lips.

"That...that was my first kiss," Hermione mumbled against her fingers.

"Glad it was me and not anyone else," Draco grinned.

"Oh Draco," Hermione said sweetly, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him down to lay on top of her on the couch.

"Want your first French kiss?" Draco winked. Hermione laughed and smacked his forearm playfully. Then she decided to turn the tables and give him a taste of his own medicine.

"Do I even need to answer that?" she said before crushing their lips together. Draco grinned into the kiss before continuing with renewed strength.

After their little songfest was over, Hermione sat leaning on Draco's chest with the blanket wrapped around them both as they stared into the fire. Hermione could feel a heat induced wave of drowsiness come over her and started to lazily close her eyes.

"I love you, you know that?" she murmured.

"Mmhmm. And I love you, my Princess of the Tower," Draco said as he kissed the top of her head. Hermione snorted softly and dozed off. Draco grinned and wrapped his arms possessively around her.

"My question, little miss, is what were you doing reading Kama Sutra?" Draco asked to his sleeping princess.

'What indeed...' he thought before dozing off himself.

Authors note: Hypoglycemia is not to be taken lightly. If you or a friend ever feel light headed when you're out in the sun and you know you haven't eaten much that day; SIT DOWN. Don't risk passing out and hurting yourself. It happened to me and damn, those ambulance bills ain't cheap! So stay safe and I hope to read more reviews. If you have any ideas for me feel free to post. I love you guys, and I'll try to write some more stuff later!