A/N: Sorry for the late update guys. This week, I love the 90's premiered and I watched it with my family. ((Harry Potter was mentioned on the episode about 1999!)) I wasn't able to go online at all anyway. So I am really sorry and I hope you all forgive me.

Chapter: She can't say "I love you"

Draco, Goyle and Crabbe sat in the Slytherin common room drinking butterbeers.

"Malfoy, nobody is talking about you and Hermione." Crabbe said between two large gulps.

"I don't care really." Malfoy responded.

"It would be pretty funny if you started a rumor about the Granger girl though."

Malfoy pondered this thought. "That sounds like fun."

Crabbe and Goyke smirked at each other.

"What should we spread?" Malfoy rested his arms on the top of the couch he was sitting in.

"You broke up Harry and Hermione's relationship?"

"But they have to have a relationship to break up." Malfoy twisted the ring he wore on his right hand.

Goyle thought for a second. "Not necessarily." Crabbe and Malfoy looked at him. "Not if they had a secret relationship."

Malfoy smirked. "You're right, it's amazing, you actually have a brain in there."

Goyle looked at his large hands.

"Ok so how do you suppose I broke up their relationship?"

"My brain isn't that big." Goyle answered sarcastically.

"Why do I even ask you guys?"

Crabbe and Goyle shrugged.

Malfoy fixed his eyes on the floor. "Hmm, now that I think about it…even though that plan does sound good I think I will approach it differently."

Crabbe looked at him interested. Goyle sulked in his large leather chair, still upset about the comment about his brain.

"Well I don't think I will spread rumors, that is to childish. I think I will do something completely different. When I think of it I will tell you but you must keep it a secret."

Crabbe put his bottle down. "We can do that."

"This is going to be good."

Pansy Parkinson suddenly walked into the room. Malfoy rolled his eyes. She turned to Malfoy and looked at him in a seductive manner.

"What do you want Pansy?" Draco said irritably.

"You Draco, how many times do I have to tell you?" She sat on his armrest.

"How many times do I have to say no? I don't want to touch you."

Pansy gave him a hurt look. "Why Drakey?"

Draco cringed as she muttered her new nickname for him. "You have been all around Hogwarts, I don't know where you have been. I don't sleep with sluts."

She flipped her hair. "So you think I am a slut."

"If you sleep with the whole Slytherin quidditch team, yes."

"But you were the best!"

Malfoy rolled his eyes once again. "You're pathetic."

"Fine then, I will sleep with Crabbe and Goyle and see how you feel about it."

Draco thought of a good come back. "Well…I will sleep with Hermione and see how you like that!"

Pansy's jaw dropped. "You are going to sleep with Hermionie?"

"Not that you should care."

"I can't believe you like her."

"She is a lot prettier than you!"

"That is low."

"Hey, am I still getting some action?" Goyle looked at Pansy hopefully.

She ignored him. "So you are telling me that, that bookworm is better than this?" She put her hands in the air, showcasing her body.

"Yes I am."

Pansy then stormed out of the room. "YOU WILL REGRET THIS!"

Malfoy chuckled.

"So are you really going to get Granger into bed with you?"

"I think this is the plan that I was looking for."

Malfoy began to laugh. Crabbe and Goyle looked at each other and then quickly joined in.

- - -

I sat up in bed and looked out the window.

Why did Malfoy kiss me?

The spell book was underneath my pillow, I didn't want my roommates to think I was resorting to sell books for love…Do I? Am I so desperate I need this spell book? Never! But it never hurts to try.

I chewed on my bottom lip. I looked at the picture of Harry, Ron and I last summer. We were laughing because Harry was imitating Ron and then Ron was pretending to be Harry. We all had big smiled on our faces. Every time I saw it, I would laugh. But right now, I wasn't laughing. I was worried about what would happen if I told Harry I liked him. What would happen? Would we be able to have as much fun at the burrow? Would my feelings for Harry be ruining all of our fun? I ran my finger along Harry's face. I never thought I would fall in love with him back when we met on the train so many years back.

Now, I am head over heels about my feelings for him. Something just changed in our relationship, I…I…love him!

I looked away from the picture.

I love him, I said it, I love him. What now? Do I tell him? Do I try the spell? Do I sit here and do nothing? Damn my raging hormones!

I rested my head on my pillow.

May I think of a way to handle my problem.

I ran my fingers through my curly locks.

Am I unattractive? I am not as pretty as Cho .That is the girl he had a crush on. Wait a second, why am I degrading myself? I need to stop this. Think positive thoughts, positive thoughts.

I sighed painfully and a tear slid down my cheek. I turned the light out by my bed.

Goodnight Harry.

I closed my eyes.

- - -

The next day I walked down to the Great Hall by myself. I had not eaten a full meal in awhile so I was hungry. I looked out the windows as I walked down the stairs. Winter was approaching quickly. All of the neighboring trees had lost all of its leaves. The icy wind was blowing against things and all of the animals had disappeared. My red and gold scarf hung over my shoulders. One small window was accidentally left open and the paintings that hung by it were all shivering.

I went over to it and started to pull on it to get it to close. A gust of icy wind came through and it blew my scarf off. My face stung a bit from the cold but I kept trying to no avail.

Defeated I let my arms fall next to me. Why won't this window just close?

"Need help Granger?"

I turned around to see Malfoy. He held my scarf. "Malfoy…"

"That's me. Here let me help you with that."

He handed me my scarf and then approached the window.

I tied the scarf around my neck as I watched him.

"Bloody window!" He yelled as it slowly gave way to close.

"It's a really stubborn window, I wonder why it won't close." I laughed nervously as I tried to make conversation.

Malfoy shrugged. He tugged on the window with more strength then before. The window gave in and finally closed.

Malfoy rubbed his hands on his pants.

"Thanks for helping me."

"No problem Granger."

I looked at the floor. Why is Malfoy being so nice to me? He hasn't called me a mudblood in a few days…is he sick?

"Granger, did anyone ever tell you that you are really pretty?"

I looked up at him. A large smile was on his face.

His came closer to me.

"I think you are the prettiest girl in Hogwarts."

What is he talking about…does he really think I am pretty?

He touched my hair.

I inhaled sharply.

"Will you go on a date with me this weekend? We will go somewhere at Hogsmead if you like."

"Yes." YES?! YES?! Why did I say yes?

"Great! I can't wait."

He then leaned in and kissed me. This time, I kissed him back.

He smiled at me. I gave a half smile back. He then continued down the stairs. I bit my thumbnail.

What did I just do?

I quickly went down the stairs to the Great Hall.

Don't tell Harry. Don't tell Harry. Don't tell Harry. Don't tell Harry. Don't tell Harry.