Authors Note: Finally time to update!!! Sorry I left this one hanging about. I graduated and there was Young Writer's Workshop in Virginia. Yeah, yeah, excuses excuses.

I know I talked about a sequel, but I just couldn't leave it there so here is the next chappie.

Chapter 14

Sunlight beamed into the room and onto Draco's face; his eyes were swollen, from the silent sobs that consumed him the night before. They still held sadness within them, his eyes were changed. His bed sheets were strewn about, from the restless night of sleep. He was a complete mess.

Draco sighed; he got up mechanically and fixed his bed with a swish of his wand. It was about 6 in the morning. Absentmindedly he got dressed and fixed his school bag. Looking into the mirror, Draco muttered a spell as he pointed his wand to his face. The swelling and some minor dark circles disappeared.

Draco shut his curtains, it was dark, but he managed to roll up his sleeves with precision. No one could've guessed what a mess Draco was at the moment; his appearance did nothing but to make him look even better.


Hermione sat in front of her window, gazing at the hills to the west, with a quill and a certain black book in her lap. She was dressed and ready for the new day to come. Her books were all neatly packed in her bag and waiting for her at the door. The sun had just risen and illuminated the hills perfectly, giving all the trees a shadow towards the west.

Try and forget the past
A moment surpassed
your decision a collision
means nothing meant nothing
Can't go back in time
to change your mind
Say anything
Say nothing at all
Can't forget the things you've said
Bury the feelings but they're not dead
your touch is like the breeze
those eyes though cold
Weaken my knees
I'm addicted
to my favorite disease


Hermione sighed, she put down her quill and closed the book and laid it on her desk.

Knock

"Who is it?" Hermione spoke softly as she stood up and smoothed out the pleats on her skirt.

"It's me, Mione." Ginny Weasley's voice spoke unmistakable, "Hannah let me in."

Hermione went and opened the door. Ginny smiled, came in and sat at the desk. Hermione slowly closed the door; her eyes lingered on the door across the hall.

"Hermione I was thinking, about your situation. You know, with Draco." Ginerva Weasley boldly stated.

"There's no situation. It was over before anything could've happened." Hermione sighed, her voice held a bitter tone.

"What? What do you mean Hermione?" Ginny moved and sat on Hermione's Bed. Hermione went and sat down next to Ginny.

"Well, you know everything started with that book." Hermione pointed to the black book.

"Oh, you're still writing poetry? They're brilliant! I'm telling you enter them in the Hogwarts Journal! Everyone would love 'em." Ginny complemented.

"Let me continue. Well the book…he found it a while back." Hermione confessed.

"You're kidding me? The 'HE', the one these are about. HE found it!?" Ginny's voice increased.

"Just yell it out to the whole castle!" Hermione sarcastically declared.

"You mean Draco, right?" Ginny whispered his name.

"Ginerva Weasley!" Hermione reprimanded.

"Sorry. No one heard that. Hmm, so I bet he found it a bit before the Ball?" Ginny asked.

Hermione nodded.

"And something happened, before he knew it was you who wrote them." Ginny correctly stated.

Hermione's lips made a perfect line, as she nodded.

"So this is why he was so into you, even more so during the ball." Ginny paused. "He already knew you wrote them."

"He did?" Hermione asked confused.

"He did." Ginny nodded.

"I swear you're part seer." Hermione sighed and fell back onto the bed.

"Hermione, what's this last poem, before the ripped page?" Ginny held the book to Hermione.

"That is a copy of the poem Draco received yesterday." Hermione's voice was monotone.

"You're kidding me?" Ginny got excited, "So…what happened last night?"

"Nothing." Hermione's voice filled with sadness.

"Oh no. He did not! It was clear the way he yelled your name and ran after you during the ball that he was already hooked to you. We all knew, we all saw!" Ginny stood up and her arms flared into the air.

"Stop Gin. He didn't come. I told you just let it be." Hermione stood up again and smoothed out the pleats on her skirt once again, she was trying so hard to keep her tearing eyes from falling.

Ginny sighed, "Alright. Come now Mione, some breakfast will do you good." Ginny carried Hermione's book bag, and presented her right arm to Hermione. Hermione and Ginny walked arm and arm out of Hermione's room.

Hermione and Ginny stepped out of Hermione's room surprisingly at the same time as another.

Hermione saw Draco, he looked…well. She swallowed. They both just looked at each other, for what seemed minutes, were just really seconds until Ginny, coughed.

Ginny nudged Hermione in the ribs, meaning 'lets go!' Hermione's mouth opened a bit, she was going to say something…but thought twice. Ginny gave Draco a death glare. Ginny and Hermione left down the stairs into the common room and out the portrait entrance.
Draco opened his door and froze at the sight of girl-Weasley and Hermione both standing in front of him, how could she just be there? Draco's mouth opened, he was about to speak, then thought twice and then girl-Weasley elbowed Hermione and they went off…leaving him there. Draco saw Hermione…she looked…different.

Perhaps it was the lighting in the halls, but the gleam in Hermione's eyes was not the same as the night where they danced. It was an almost hollow look, she had the same angelic glow…but her eyes.

"So Hermione, why'd you blow me off like that?" Draco said as if she were standing there before him. Draco shook his head and went sauntering to the Great Hall.
Hermione sat next to Harry and across from Ron and Ginny. She was silent during their discussions about Quidditch, and just seemed to be spacing off. She wasn't touching her food.

"Hermione are you alright?" Harry asked her quietly.

"No, I'm not alright. But I think I'll be alright soon." Hermione sighed as she picked up her fork and began to eat.

Hermione paused at her breakfast, she could feel someone's gaze, and she could feel it so well. Hermione straightened her posture and raised eyebrows at Ginny. Discreetly Ginny scanned the great hall and found Draco Malfoy staring at Hermione, and then his dropped gazed to his food in front of him.

Draco made his way up to the Prefects Common room after Dinner for a Meeting with the Heads. He was the 3rd person there; Weasley and Macmillan were sitting on the silver couch talking Quidditch. Draco made his way to the center couches and sat down to the left of the fireplace on the crimson couch, he took out a parcel sent from home filled with crescent shaped sweets. The common room soon began to fill and the Head Girl and Boy came in. Draco was partly listening to the meeting, but was partly distracted by the person sitting across from him. As the meeting went on Draco became more and more distracted.

"Drakie! Drakie! So what are you going to do now?" Pansy asked wide-eyed like a dog.

"I'm going to enjoy sweets that my mother sent me. Now if you wouldn't mind, go away." Draco slouched back into the couch and enjoyed the crescent shaped sweets from home.

"I, wrote down everything for you Draco. You didn't seem focused, so I thought you might need notes." Pansy waved a few sheets of parchment in front of Draco.

"Fine." Draco took the paper and put it aside.

"Could…could I have one?" Pansy asked timidly.

Draco sat up straight, and held a sweet up to his face.

"You. Want one of my sweets from home?" Draco snapped.

Hermione was sitting across from them, watching as Draco contemplated to give Pansy a sweet or not she scoffed.

Draco now faced Hermione, "What are you staring at?"

"Funny you should ask. I see a spoiled, selfish little brat, who has no regard to others feelings." Hermione stood up from her place on the couch.

Draco glared at her, "No regard to others feeling eh? Want one?" Draco held the parcel of sweets in front of Hermione.

Hermione was taken aback, "What?"

"I asked you if you wanted one. Are you going deaf?" Draco slouched back into the couch.

"Like I'd take anything from you." Hermione collected her papers, and turned to face Draco.

"Mother sends these sweets because she knows they're my favorite. The wrappers are plain, but you'd never expect how good they are…until they're gone…" Draco unwrapped one and placed it on his palm.

"Smooth and creamy, once you've placed one in your mouth, you've already gone and gotten another one. The problem is, when they're gone…you always want more and no other chocolate could even match up to how good these are." Draco crumpled the wrapper in his hand.

"And what do you do when they are gone?" Pansy asked.

Draco turned around and glared at Pansy, "I write to mother that I need more." Draco spat back at Pansy. Draco shook his head.

"So they're no longer a want." Hermione stated.

"They're no longer a want" Draco stated his tone lowered, "They're a necessity."

Draco tried to read Hermione's face, but it was too filled with different emotions.

"But candy goes bad after a while Draco, you have to realize that, then you can't have them." Hermione stared at Draco.

"I realize that, I do, but there's nothing wrong with savoring every last bit of it." Draco's voice rose a bit.

"You can't just go off having sweets whenever you'd like." Hermione's voice also rose a bit.

"I could have any other sweet in the whole damn world Granger but I like these chocolates, they're the only ones for me." Draco's voice was getting tense.

Pansy sunk lower into the couch watching the two bicker was giving her a headache, she wasn't even sure if they were still talking about sweets anymore.

"Tastes change. There's no question of that, like the moon. Tonight it's full, but what about tomorrow? What then?" Prompted Hermione.

"You forget, you may not see it all, but it's always there waiting. Even on the brightest of days its there waiting for the night to appear once again." Draco logically stated.

"The sun drowns out everything else." Hermione spoke, her voice distant.

"The sun is the moon, if night were day."

"Sometimes clouds come" Hermione's eyes began to water for the second time that day, " and rain comes, and the sun never shows up…"

"It's there" Draco interrupted, "like the moon was, just because you can't see it doesn't make it any less there."

Hermione dropped her parchments. She stood up straight staring at Draco.

"Then why weren't you there?" Hermione could feel her throat tighten up and her stomach twist, she couldn't handle it anymore. She ran.

Draco wasn't about to let her get away this fast, not again. He quickly dropped his parcel, leaped over the couch and ran as fast as he could to catch up to Hermione.

"Hermione wait!" He yelled up to her, she was nearly at the top of the stairs. She didn't stop.

Draco finally caught her arm as she reached for her bedroom doorknob. She looked down, at his hand holding her hand tightly, but it didn't hurt.

Hermione took a deep breath and looked to Draco, he stood a good head taller than her.

"Please, I, I just don't understand. You tell me it's over, then you attack my sweets." Draco caught his breath, "What happened?"

"You happened! You know exactly what happened! I never said it was over! You never showed up!" Hermione lost it, she tried to regain her composure, "You tell me what happened Malfoy."

"You're letter happened, I found it in my cloak. It was ripped and it stated that you the night had cease the need of the moon. You realized that day had dawned." Draco let go of Hermione's hand and looked to the floor, he wouldn't show emotion not to her.

Hermione was confused, angry, and crushed.

"That's, that's not what I said, well I suppose it is what I said, but that wasn't it." Hermione was tired and stressed.

"That was it." Draco was a bit calmer.

"So that's it?" Hermione's voice was quiet. Hermione stepped into her room and slammed the door.

"Damn it Hermione!" Draco pounded on the door and rattled the doorknob, which wasn't budging. Hermione had already put a locking spell that was clearly higher than seventh year material.


bang bang

Hermione paced around her room, thinking hard, trying to figure out what the bloody hell Draco was talking about.

"That wasn't it." She mumbled to herself.

bang bang

Hermione pulled out her wand and muttered a silencing spell.


Draco was on the other side, he was banging on her door, until, he couldn't hear it anymore.

"Damn her." Draco growled.

He turned his back and entered his room, letting the door slam behind him.

Hermione took several deep breaths, tried to clear her head. She took a final breath and opened the door, only to be greeted with a slam of his.

"Argh!" Hermione growled. And went back into her room.


Hermione and Draco were definitely not arguing about sweets or about astronomy. Pansy was getting an even larger headache.

Hermione ran upstairs, and Draco leaped off the couch and ran after her. Pansy stood up finally. Ron and Ernie had re-entered the common room. There was muffled yelling and slamming doors.

"What was that?" Ron asked, Ernie shrugged.

Pansy sighed, "I just wanted some chocolate."

Ron and Ernie nodded their head's seeing the chocolates and paper on the floor. Pansy was picking up papers when Draco appeared from the stairs and collected his sweets, then ran back upstairs and into his room.


Author's Notice: Read it? Now review it please! Thanx to all who wanted more! Luv to you all...Draco and Hermione love that is. XP, and the lameness ensues.