Notes - I did this chapter much faster then I expected. I'm sorry that everything's moving rather fast in this, but keep in mind this is my first Fanfic, (on here), and I'm mostly trying just to get a feel for this. Not to mention, the question still remains: Is it possible to have a successful Draco/Hermy Relationship? Let's find out.. read on!

Chapter 5 - Moving Rather Fast

During the next class, Charms, and during dinner, Hermione was very bubbly and cheerful. Harry and Ron looked at her oddly as she chatted with Ginny, Pavarati, and Lavender.

Harry casually wondered, "So, what happened to make you in such a better mood?"

"Oh, stuff," Hermione said vaguely.

Ron was about to say something, but Harry kicked him under the table. There was no need to spoil the good moood, he figured.

The rest of the dinner continued uneventfully.

*~*~*

Hermione dangled upside-down on one of the squashy armchairs in the Gryffindor Common Room the next day, early in the morning. No one else was down there, and she had her eyes closed, smiling as the warmth from the fire radiated onto her. Feeling rather snug in a plain white sweater and some jeans, she opened her eyes and nearly screamed from shock.

A gorgeous looking owl with bronze talons and rich, dark brown feathers and piercing golden eyes dropped a rolled piece of parchment on her chest and landed on the arm of the chair.

Hermione brought herself up, and unrolled the parchment. She read it quietly to herself:

Dear Hermione,

I thought some things should

be cleared up between us. I'm

hoping that you're awake, and

you could meet me in the West

Tower as soon as you can. Write

back with your response.

- Draco

Hermione looked over at the handsome owl, who she now noticed was huge in porpotion, and stroked him. He had on a smooth brown collar, with the name Mors on it.

She took a quill off the table, and wrote rushedly beneath his signature, "I'll be there soon". After rolling up the letter again, she tied it to the owl's leg and whispered, "Good-bye, Mors. Take this back to Draco."

*~*~*

Draco waited, leaning against the window and peering outside. The sun was just about to rise, and it looked beautiful over the lake. He was wearing a leather jacket along with a black pair of slacks.

What exactly was he going to say to her when she came? He wasn't sure. He had the letter in his pocket, and watched as Mors swooped low by the lake, then pushed himself into the air.

When hearing footsteps, he snapped out of his trance. He turned around slowly, and saw Hermione, still in her sweater and jeans. She looked curious, "You wanted to see me?"

"Yes," he answered. Actually, he wanted more than just to see her, but he wouldn't go into it. "I want to know.. why did you start talking to me? Pity? Curiousity? Or is this just a phase?"

"A phase! Draco, you've completely misunderstood me!" she exclaimed rather frustratedly, but had more patience than before. "In the beginning, before the potion, I.. I thought you were intelligent. Then, after the potion, I.. was curious and wanted a way to get to know you. You told me, and.. I wanted to support you; to understand you. Now, I have other reasons."

He rose an eyebrow, and tried to maintain his anxiety. Cautiously, but flowing, he asked, "What now?"

"What is this? Twenty Questions?" she exploded, then, seeing his confused look, she threw in, "It's a Muggle game."

"Oh."

"How about you tell me why you really asked me here?"

*~*~*

Draco thought about what Severus had said to him...

'It never hurts to be honest... now are you going to tell me who you're talking about?'

That was an odd piece of advice, he thought.

"Draco, answer me!"

He turned toward Hermione, who was shivering in her thin sweater. He took a long breath, and said quietly, "I wanted to see you. Not about anything in general, just to see you."

Hermione looked as if she wasn't sure what to say.

"That kiss yesterday meant a lot more than I can admit to," Draco went on. "But the fact is - well, even though I have feelings for you, it wouldn't work. I want you to understand that."

"Why wouldn't it?" she raged, looking completely unsettled by this.

Curse that stupid Veritaserum! If it wasn't for it.. "We're from completely different worlds. You're from Potter-Land, and I'm stuck in Slytherin-World."

"Potter Land!" she yelled, "Are you kidding me! Draco.. Draco..."

She kept repeated his name, unable to think of anything else to say.

"You're wonderful, Hermione. It's only been a few days, but it only takes a minute to figure that out. The fact is, though, that this meant nothing. We were just tied up with this. My home isn't all that bad, and you needn't worry about me."

She looked up at him. Oh, no. Her dark brown eyes, so full of depth and character, were now full of tears. "Fine. I suppose you're right. All of this didn't mean a thing," fighting off tears, she continued, "I suppose I'll see you around, but we don't need to act as if we know each other. Not like anyone but us knows what happened."

He nodded slightly. His stomache squirmed. "I'm glad you understand."

Draco reached out a hand to put on her shoulder, a gesture to reassure her, but she pulled away.

"We don't know each other, remember?" she hissed. "So, as not to damage your reputation, the Gryffindor Mudblood is leaving, your Highness."

As she spun on her heel, nose in air, and left, he heard her sob. "Wait, Hermione, I didn't mean it like that!"

"Good-bye, Malfoy," she called behind her shoulder and started down the long steps.

Draco banged his fist on the ledge of the window. Damnit! It does hurt to be honest...

After Notes - I know, you're probably all furious at me, but don't worry. I'm not done yet. Honestly, five chapters? Pathetic! But I'm most likely taking a break from this... Like I said before, I'm thinking of doing Humor.