Hey! No DM/HG action in this chapter..soz! But the characters have to have time to clear their heads a bit...so you'll get to read whatever they conclude in the end.

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The curtains, since the night before, were not drawn; the sun shone jeeringly into their eyes, and woke them both up. Wow, Malfoy had his own room. Typical.

She was late. He was late. They were late!

I need to go to breakfast! I need to get my books! I need to revise my books! I need to get to get to –

Hermione's thoughts were broken off by Draco's breathtaking hands, which stroked her approvingly,

"Ugh! It's Friday! Hey, tomorrow – if you're not busy that is – do you want to go to Hogsmeade with me?" asked Draco, as he got out of the massive bed. Unashamed of his nakedness, he slowly began to select the new day's attire; knowing that her eyes never left his body.

"Um... Sure! Look, I've got to go! I've got to..." Hermione answered, only to be cut off again,

"Is the innocent, little Gryffindor afraid of being late?" he asked playfully; sprawled again upon his bed, and tapped against her skin with his index finger, slowly pacing up her arm.

"N-No," she answered; but they both knew it was a lie,

'Or is it me; is the innocent, little Gryffindor afraid of being seen anywhere with a Malfoy?" he asked again, his tone now shifted from good-humoured and mischievous to blank and serious. He pulled her in and pressed up against her.

'N-No," she answered, again; but they both knew it was a lie. He raised his eyebrow and teasingly kissed her.

"Or... are you still madly in love with Potter, whom yours truly can never compare?" Draco asked dramatically, planting light kisses down her neck, unable to resist tempting and teasing her. He knew the answer to the questions before she did.

"Would I be here with you, now?" she evaded his question. She pushed him back, making them both get up, so they weren't too late.

Well, that proves it then. Draco Malfoy really IS the Sex God.

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I had been a rough day. Endless questioning; where she was last night and what on earth was up with her and Malfoy. She was very confused.

It was time to clear her head. She walked down towards the lake.

All through the day she kept glancing back and forth looking for a certain blonde haired angel, but never prevailed unless it was a mealtime. It was so strange. She was attracted to Malfoy. Merlin's beard! Maybe she was always attracted to him, but never knew it. He was sure good looking enough.

But her devotion to Harry had discriminated anything even close to friendship with his enemy. Now all this has changed. Everything had changed. What have I got myself into? How can she be pining for two people; so different... yet terrifyingly alike?

She gapped a tree. It was a special tree. It was their tree. Everything seemed to draw out memories of her blissful time with Harry.

.::Flashback::.

"Do you think I'm pretty?" she asked impulsively, while tangled I his arms,

"No," he answered mischievously, earning him a punch and he tried to not fall off by grabbing a branch

"Don't you want to be with me forever?" she asked teasingly

"No," he continued

"If I left right now, would you be sad?" she persisted

"No." he finished,

"Harry!" she cried, finally giving up, "Fine," she supposed and began leave,

"What?" he asked, and ran up to her and caught her arm,

"If that's how you honestly feel..." she trailed,

"Don't you believe me?" her gaze told him no, it asked him what he was playing at, "I don't think you're pretty," he repeated, earning a punch from his girlfriend, "I think you're gorgeously beautiful," he clarified, "I don't' want to be with you forever, I need to be with you forever." She sighed at his romantic gestures, "If you left right now...I'd die," he refined.

"I'm not falling for your cheesy lines!" she declared, trying to convince herself.

You're so perfect.

.::End of Flashback::.

How everything seemed so easy back then. Harry was her romantic and undeniable hero. Now...now, she was a Slytherin Whore.

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"Oi, Draco! What's up with you and the Mudblood?" yells Blaise across the Dungeon common room, "Heard her and Potter broke up..." he trailed off, and hoped Draco will fill in the blanks,

Draco rotated around,

"Potter dumped her even though the dim-witted Gryffindors are still hopelessly in love with each other," Draco stated, to which Blaise replied with a confused expression, "then, that's where I come in. The Mudblood, being an action taking Gryffindor, is bitter in getting revenge. I, being a cunning Slytherin, took advantage of the situation and got her laid," he concluded, "I'm taking her to Hogsmeade tomorrow!" he declared stridently to everyone,

"But, why? You've already got what you wanted, haven't you?" asked Blaise, still confused, but grinning widely at the thought of Draco shagging another unsuspecting Gryffindor.

"I've already told you. What are you – a bloody Hufflepuff? Potter is still madly in love with her. He's just not admitting it to himself...yet. When he does though, the filthy Mudblood will be head over heels in love with yours truly," Draco explained and bowed to boast his plan.

"Just be careful that you don't fall for the Mudblood yourself," Pansy warned, as she enter the conversation,

"Are you suggesting that I, cold heart-less Malfoy could actually fall in love?" Draco replied mockingly,

"Just suggesting a negligible possibility," she purred, "do you still have time for me?" she asked innocently, but her hands sliding down his leg unmistakably suggested something else.

"Always," he replied, leading her into his room and placed her onto the uncleaned bed sheets.

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Well...I tried to even it out a bit (so Harry wasn't such a bastard and Draco was too good) so it could be the slightest bit believable... and to make the choice for Hermione between the two even more unbearable!!! But the showdown between the two probably won't happen very soon.

So...you know what this means? REVIEW!!! Please? I keep writing longer chapters... you keep reviewing? Good deal? Hmmm?