Hello and welcome to my makebelieve world, which I stole from J. K. Rowling...okay, I'm just borrowing. I'll give the characters back unharmed...(mwahahaha)


Slytherin Common Room (October 19)

Draco walked back to his Common Room after getting chased by Peeves, trying to catch Hermione and talk to her.

'She kissed me.'

'She did it to get back at her friends!'

'But, it didn't feel like that...'

He was having an argument with himself, he knew that it was stupid, but he kept at it.

Little did Hermione know, she had just made the move that completely pushed Draco's desire for her over the edge. He couldn't keep it in any longer, he knew that he HAD to tell her.

'I have to have her in my arms, to kiss her again.' He sighed and closed his eyes, the memory of their lips together in his head, replaying over and over again.

Although at the moment his thoughts seemed completely lustful, he was craving more than her body. He wanted her body, thoughts, and soul. All together, and he wanted to give her his in return.

'She has to have some feeling for me that caused her to kissing me. She has to have thought of it before she did it. And, she did not seem repulsed at all when she was advancing towards him.'

He had started the argument with himself again, only this time the pessimistic side didn't fight back.

'Yeah, she has to have wanted it. I'll just send an owl to her in the morning...WAIT! We're both Heads, I'll talk to her at the meeting tomorrow. It'll be less suspicious.'

At that thought he heard Pansy walking into the hall with her group of friends.

'Oh yeah, I'm still with her. Guess I should break it off. How to do it without her telling my parents, screw it. I'm tired of toying with myself.'

"Parkinson!" Draco barked out, not looking at her.

"Yeah honey?" Pansy left her friends and walked over to Draco, wrapping her arms around his neck and moving in for a kiss.

"Pansy, we need to talk." He pushed her away from him and his voice became quieter; it caused everyone in the Common Room to watch the couple, waiting for the next move. Her eyes went cold and angry. He watched her facial expressions. What they showed were a mixture between anger and pain.

'Does she know what I'm going to do?' He asked himself. Before he gave it anymore thought he grabbed her wrist and brought her up to his room.

"What are you going to tell me?" She smiled and sat down on his bed.

'I guess she doesn't, or if she does, she's trying to act coy.'

"Parkinson, about our relationship," He watched her eyes grow wide. She knew what was coming, he could tell.

'I wish I had Crabbe and Goyal in here.' He shuddered a little at the thought of what Pansy could possibly do to him if pushed far enough.

"I don't think it's going anywhere." His voice became a little stronger with those words. He didn't really care what her reaction would be. He was tired of lying to everybody, especially himself, about her.

Her face turned red with those words and she started shaking. "Not going anywhere? What do you mean by that? Of course it's going somewhere, open your fucking eyes Malfoy! What's your problem?"

'Well, she's reacting better than I thought she would.' He restrained himself from smiling at that thought.

"If you think for a moment that you're going to get away from me like this, you're dead wrong. I mean that in the most literally way possible. I love you Malfoy, and I don't let go of things that I love."

With that she left his room, slamming the door as loud as possible. Everyone else in the Common Room had figured out what had happened between them, but no one was stupid enough to go anywhere near Pansy at that moment.
Library (October 20)

Hermione walked into the library almost half an hour early and was a little shocked to see Malfoy already sitting at the back table. She walked over to him and sat down.

"So, is it true you and Pansy broke up?" The question came out of her mouth before she had realized it. She had been thinking of it since she heard the rumor at breakfast, but she didn't know if it was true or not.

"Yeah, I broke up with her shortly after you went back to your common room."

"May I ask why?"

"Well, you may. But I don't know if I'll answer you." He smirked at her and she glared at him. It made him smile even more when her checks flushed up the way it did when she was angry.

'She's so beautiful, I wonder why I didn't notice it before.'

"If you're not going to answer that, then answer me this. Why do you look so blissful all of a sudden?" Hermione shot him a questionable glare and rested her head her hand as she leaned in waiting for a response.

"To answer that, I'd have to answer your first question." He laughed and copied Hermione's stance.

"Well, why don't you answer my first question?" She changed hands and he quickly copied her. She noticed this and put both of her hands in her lap, which right after she made that move he did the same with his hands and lap. "Why are you mimicking me?"

"God woman! You ask way too many questions!" He took his hands out of his lap and rubbed them through his hair.

Hermione smiled at this outburst, but kept her glare on him. "Come on, will you please just answer one of my questions."

"Okay, sure. There, I answered one of your questions. It's okay, no need to thank me. That death-glare is thanks enough."

"Come on," She whined. "Why won't you tell me why you two broke up? You seemed like the perfect couple."

"Fine, I'll answer that one." Hermione smiled and leaned in to hear his response. "I wasn't attracted to her. Well, she's an attractive girl, but I was, well am, attracted to someone else."

"Oh, really? Who is it? Tell me, please?" Hermione's voice became high pitched with anticipation for this answer. She didn't really care who the girl was, or so she told herself, she just wanted to see if Draco would actually tell her.

"Hey, you said I only had to answer one question!" He gave her a half- smile and shook his head. "Sorry, you have your answer. You're going to have to live with it."

"Aww, please tell me!" She put out her lower lip and her eyes went wide, the puppy-dog face.

"Nope, not going to work on me Granger!" Draco crossed his hands across his chest and looked away from her, knowing full well that it was working on him.

"Please, please, please, please!" Hermione repeated it about fifty more times before Draco broke down and shouted.

"Okay, I'll tell you. But only if you promise to stop that whining, it's annoying!"

Hermione smiled in triumph and scooted closer to hear his secret. "Okay, tell me. Who is it?"

"You..."