A/N: Here's a pic of some person who looks like how I imagined Sen, so if you want an idea, just make this person's hair short and black. Sen

Monday Evening 6: 49 pm

Draco sat curled up in the chair by Hermione's bed watching her carefully. He'd brought more flowers in a desperate attempt to make the room look more than just 'cheery'. Crookshanks was sleeping on her bed, no doubt Potter had done that. Since he'd snapped at him down by the lake Draco hadn't seen much of him. Despite all his thinking he'd done down in that cell, he found it hard to actually put those thoughts into actions. His old habits coming back to him very naturally. He knew though, that he had changed. Thinking back on how he was before, then about how he acted now, he knew that no matter what, he'd always be different. And he liked himself better this way. He'd never been satisfied with who he'd been before, but now he felt full and complete. Part of that was Hermione as well, she filled that hole that he'd been missing his whole life. He'd never really known love, not from his father or his mother. Both of them were now dead, and he didn't really care. The manor was his now, if it hadn't been destroyed as well. If not, the elves would take care of it until he was old enough to live there. A sudden thought struck him though, would he be allowed to stay there alone all summer?

Luckily he hadn't encountered Harry and Ron in this room again, he got the feeling they disliked him being in there, and disliked the idea of him being friends with Hermione. What would they think they knew he'd kissed her, and she'd kissed him back. He felt of flood of love remembering her when they were down there, always glowing, a fierce determination in her eyes, the way she pursed her lips when she was thinking hard, and the feel of her in his arms.

His stomach growled and he sent fierce curses at it, and it rumbled more insistently. Scowling he stood up, giving Hermione's a soft kiss on the forehead, wishing she would recover, before heading down to the great hall. The tables were set with plates and people sat scattered about, a lot having already eaten, and some waiting til later hours. He sat down at the Slytherin table and starting filling his plate with a grilled cheese sandwich, green beans, and salad. Too bad the house elves never made fatty horribly unhealthy food. He could do with some right now. He wished he could feel happy, but with Hermione is such a ill state, he found he was constantly feeling grumpy.

Draco felt rather than saw someone slide into the seat next to him then heard Sen spoke, "What have you been up to? Haven't seen you all day."

"Wasn't feeling good," he answered simply still not turning to look at her yet, but feeling grateful for her presence.

"Ah," Sen said and seemed to decide to change the subject, "Are you coming to classes tonight?"

Draco shrugged but said, "Yeah, its something to look forward to."

Sen smiled, "Great."

Draco said nothing and instead busied himself with his food. Then he felt her place a hand on his shoulder.

"Hey Draco, it'll be alright, I can kind of understand what you're going through, I don't know what exactly happened to you down there, but we all know what Voldemort was, is, like," she said, and Draco felt he should give her some credit for knowing exactly what was bothering him. What she didn't know was that half of it was his love for Hermione.

"I'll be fine," Draco said feeling a little uncomfortable at Sen trying to comfort him, he shrugged the feeling off then, finished his food, stood up. Then, glancing at the clock, added, "We should be going to you class then."

"Okay," Sen said brightly and they walked out of the great hall. He felt his mood lightening as they walked down the hallway; hoping the class would be interesting as it had been for before.

7:10 am

Draco sat outside in one of the gardens near the greenhouses with Sen. It was after class, and they'd gone outside to do some more practices. Harry and Ron had been at class as usual and well as a few other people curious to see what this was about.

He closed his eyes and concentrated on centering himself, then he reached out and touched the spirits of those close. He felt himself recognize Sen's, what she told was him called aura.

"I'll send you a color," he heard her say and he prepared himself by opening his mind, clearing it of all stray thoughts. A swirl of colors blazed into his mind and he tried to not focus on any in particular.

"Blue," he said finally opening his eyes.

Sen shook her head, her short black hair seeming even darker in the moonlight, "Close though, it was orange."

"Orange?" Draco asked and she smiled, strangely Draco felt his heart beat a little faster as he watched her.

"Opposite of blue, very close," she explained, "Maybe if we try holding hands it'll work better."

Draco felt uncomfortable, with her and his own feelings, as she scooted closer, right up next to him and took his hand.

"Now lets try again," Sen said and Draco closed his eyes as she spoke again, "This time, you send."

Draco concentrated on the color green and let his mind focus on it completely before opening up and feeling for her aura, then he imagined his thoughts, the color green, flow towards her touching her brain and spirit.

"Green," she said after a moment. Draco grinned, almost stupidly as he opened his eyes to look at her. She turned her head looking up at him then leaned closer and kissed him lightly, then more deeply when he didn't pull away.

Fire scorched throughout his body and his heartbeat quickly sped to what felt like a million beats a minute. He brought his arms around her as passion burned through him. He was painfully aware of every place their bodies touched, their hands, lips, legs... he leaned closer, then stopped, pulling away.

"No," he said softly turning his head.

"What?" Sen asked touching his shoulder softly.

"I can't, I mean," Draco bit his lip and stood up his own emotions and feelings a chaotic storm, "I need to think."

He stood up abruptly and turned to walk back towards the castle feeling like he was betraying his love for Hermione, betraying her and himself. Did he love Sen? Draco didn't know, he wanted, part of him wanted very badly to feel skin against skin, to feel that passion, wanted more than just kissing. He felt revolted almost by his feelings, like his own self was betraying him. He didn't want Sen though, she was beautiful yes, but he didn't love her. The feelings she ignited in him, was only lust. He sighed trying to accept this. He loved Hermione and love was far more important and lust. He didn't love Sen, only liked her as a friend. Which wasn't a good reason to kiss someone, he could live without her, but he couldn't live without Hermione.

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