Disclaimer: ::Sigh:: nope...still don't own Harry Potter....

Hey guys! Sorry I haven't updated in a VERY long time but I just got caught up and then just forgot about the story completely. Lots of stuff have been going on lately; I've started high school, met and have been dating the love of my life, learned to skateboard (he's a skater), and recently one of my best friends was killed in a car accident at the age of 14. Also, my ex used to write me poems all the time and he got me in the habit of writing poems; I only write them when something happens though, like when my friend passed away, when I met my boyfriend, the rough times we shared, then how our love was able to overcome it and overlook it. So instead of writing stories, I've been writing poems. Apparently I'm pretty good too cuz I've been having people From all over the USA, the UK, Japan, and Canada asking me for permission to publish my works in their books/hardbounds. If you want to see a few of my works just read the AN at the end of this chapter!

From Last Time:

" Well, I just f-found Har-r-r-y I a deserted classroom cheating on me with that f-f-fucking SLUT Ch-cho and they-they-they were fucking each other!" Hermione said, crying some more into Draco's comforting shoulder.

" It's alright Hermione, its alright..we'll get revenge on them and I promise I won't let anyone else hurt you..i promise..

" Why are you b-being so nice?" hermione asked when she finally stopped crying.

" Well, um uh, well..cuz I think I might like you.." he whispered.

" I think I might like you too.." Hermione faintly said before falling alseep on his shoulder.

The Hardest Thing

The next morning Hermione woke to the gleams of sunlight making its way through the curtains. As she turned to try to go back to sleep, an enticing scent of cologne filled her nostrils. In her half awake state, she cuddled into the soft, yet firm, comfortable, yet questionable pillow-like cushion. It was then that she felt the cushion cuddle into her, startling her off the couch.

"Where am I?!" Hermione yelped after escaping from the blankets that intangled in her from her fall.

"Go back to sleep..." murmured the stranger on the couch.

"Who are you?!" she screamed again, looking for answers.

Thats when his eyes shot open, after realization hit him and his fantasy world dissipitated. Hermione rubbed her eyes trying to get her vision back, wanting to know exactly who this stranger was and what he was doing asleep with her.

"Its me Granger! Its me Malfoy! Dang don't have a cow. I was just here to comfort you, remember?"

A chill went down Hermione's spine. Thats when she remembered yesterday's events. Thats when she remembered who this was. Thats when she remembered what she said. Thats when she remembered what he said as well. As a new wave of tears swept over her, Malfoy, or should she say Draco, reached over and wrapped his arms around her.

"It'll be okay...don't cry...It'll be okay" he kept whispering over and over.

"But how could it be okay when the only guy I ever wanted is freakin cheating on me! How is it okay when I walk out of here to the Great Hall all my boyfriend will tell me is lies? How is it okay that I can't have the only guy I ever wanted? I'll have his body, but not his feelings.."

"Maybe you've been chasing the wrong guy. Maybe you've been only looking at the surface, not wanting to waste your time trying to uncover the real them. Maybe he's not ment for you. You deserve better."

"And who could that be?" she asked between sobs. "Who would want a ugly mudblood like me?"

Draco paused me a second, then whispered, "I would.."

Hermione stopped crying as she let the words sink in. "No you don't. You're just saying that so you can get to Harry for your father, or to lift me up then make me come crashing down again....you're a Malfoy...you don't have feelings.." and with that she left to the Great Hall, not caring that she was wearing the robes she wore yesterday, not caring that her eyes were bloodshot from all the tears that she has cried.

"Hey Hermione! So how did the planning for the Yule Ball go?" asked Ron.

With great concentration, she masked her face from all emotion, and replied, "Oh, it went well; we have almost everything organized."

"So how did your Saturday go?" she asked Ron, not really caring for an answer. She was too busy trying to figure out how Harry could do this to her. Harry was just quietly sipping his cereal, not saying a word.

"oh it was alright, I mean, the best it could be since.."

"So Harry how did yours go? Did you have fun? Did you miss me?" Hermione said with what some people would say with a tone in her voice. Harry didn't even look up.

"Did you do anything while I was gone? Don't tell me you let your Saturday go to waste. Maybe I should ask Cho."She said with a glare, but not saying the last part over a whisper.

Harry dropped his spoon. "W-what did you say?"

"I just said 'did you do anything while I was gone?'"

After picking up his spoon off the table, he said, "Not really, just caught up with a lot of old friends."

An exagerated silence came upon the threesome. No one really looked at each other; they just sat there eating quietly. A silent tear fell down Hermione's face and she decided she couldn't take it anymore.

"Harry, I know," she said flat out.

"About what?"he said calmly; if he didn't show emotion then he might be able to weasel his way out of it.

"About yesterday; about you...and Cho," she said in a deathly whisper. For the second time that day, Harry gulped and dropped his spoon, but this time it fell on the ground. On the table a new, clean spoon appeared out of nowhere.

"And I just thought I would say, I never would have thought that about you. I mean, Malfoy yes, but not you. And the sad part is, Malfoy was the one that was there to comfort me. Who would've thought huh? I guess everyone's true colors are gonna come out this year; its over." with that said, Hermione laid her glass on the table. She looked over at the Slytherin table to see Draco looking at her with sympathetic eyes. Draco was able to see the trail of where the tear had been when she got up and left. He questioned whether to follow, but he decided she just needed some time alone. After all, all he is to her is a lying, decieving, loveless Malfoy. But then again he kept remembering what she had said last night, 'I think I might like you too..', and that even though she might not fully be there, at least a part of her does like me, even if she doesn't want to admit it.

AN: Okay guys sorry its short but at least I updated!! It'll be awhile between my updates just don't give up on me. So is it good? bad? needs to be discontinued? lol, well sorry but I didn't have enough time to post some of my poems on here but if you want to read them say so in your review! Love ya guys bunchies!!