Most of the cheesy stuff with Harry was from a forward (... I'm sure I posted this before...) I'm sorry about my grammar mistakes. I'm horrible at editing. (Bear with me!)

Realise instead of Realize? Well, I'm in New Zealand... ring any bells? Probably not. Once again... bear with me.

How can I answer your questions before updating? I never knew I could...

"Look, I don't know what's up with you and Malfoy," he basically spat out the name, "but, but... be careful," he stuttered. He didn't want to lose her.

"Harry, look, that's the way things are," she tried reasoning with him, which made him arch his eyebrow, stating that it was definitely not the way things are.

The typical way things are meant them being together. When the Boy Who Lived was besotted with his notably smart best friend. That neither of them had any kind feelings towards his rival. They both knew this... even Hermione. She didn't want to accept it. No.

"Malfoy? Why Malfoy? Look, I know we're not on particularly good terms right now, but, can't you see? This is Malfoy!!" he tried,

"Yes, I realise it is Malfoy, no need to repeat it again and again," she drawled, in a similar fashion which reminded him of a certain snide bastard,

"Look," he tried again, loudly sighing to himself, "I'm sorry. I don't know what made you so mad at me. I'm sorry. Please, I just don't want to see you get hurt. Please," he begged,

You don't want me to get hurt??!? Thought Hermione furiously. Bastard. Evil, cold, stupid, ignorant, poor, poor bastard. She melted. She couldn't withhold, she couldn't be angry at him like this. It was too much.

"Please, Herms," he gave her a beautiful smile, too beautiful, "Friends?" he asked,

Dammit.

"Yeah. Friends." She stated. So she missed him. He moved to hug her, but she pulled away, "Uh... I gotta get to class...Herbology. Talk to you tomorrow," she uttered, not believing how easily she had forgiven him.

How could she just take him back?

Hermione woke up, a perfectly ordinary day with a perfectly normal routine. Until breakfast.

Upon entering the Great Hall, she was just in time for all the owls to flutter in carry assorted Valentine's items; chocolate, cards, charmed hearts and many more. Lavender and Parvati were drowned in gifts. By drowning she observed like 50 or so cards.

Ginny, to Hermione's delight, got nothing.

After she began observing what her various housemates received, she noticed she had three Valentines for her.

One was a lovely card, all red and adorned with golden ribbons. She opened it, wondering who it was from.

Hey!

Happy Valentines Day, Herms!

Yours truly,

Your Best Friend,

Ron

It was nice. Very nice. Especially since she's been treating him like less than shit. She felt ashamed she had forgotten about such event, how she did remember but dismissed the idea of getting cards and everything for later... she didn't even send a single one...

The second one was a plain red cardboard, too plain, she thought to herself. She opened it quite unwilling;

Happy Valentines day, Hermione.

I love you.

Forever your devoted friend,

Harry

That was horrible. Very Horrible. First he asks if they can be friends, now he sent a Valentines card saying... lying.

She hurriedly picked up the third, last and most magnificent card of the three. Actually, in her opinion, it was the best one she'd seen so far. Out of all the Gryffindors. It was red, and adorned with Silver. She believed it looked like real silver. It added an expensive style to it. A uniqueness that, wow, it looked amazing. She eagerly opened it after carefully studying the cover,

Happy Valentine's Day!

Rather disappointed that this was all the card said, Hermione flipped it over searching for unneeded clues of who this card was from. Draco. How lovely.

Once again she felt a burning pang of shame, for totally forgetting such event and glanced towards Draco. Wow.

Draco was plunged into a diving pool of cards; Lavender's mere cards were like a puddle compared to Draco. Seriously by diving pool like 100's of cards. Wow.

He was dismissing the cards, chucking handfuls at a time as if searching for something in particular. Hermione blushed, in hope that he was looking for hers; but flushed even deeper knowing it wasn't there.

Ron and Harry enter the Great Hall, not surprisingly late like usual. Ron got a few and smiled warmly at Hermione. Harry got a diving pool of cards. They were the two people who got the most cards. Even Pansy didn't get as many as Draco or Harry. Wow.

Harry too was chucking handfuls of cards and gifts, as if searching for something in particular...from someone in particular.

Probably trying to find Ginny's gift, thought Hermione darkly to herself. She never once considered it strange that Harry didn't send Ginny a card.

"Hey! Wait up!" Harry scurried after Hermione as she left for her first class, "Can we...talk? I wanted t find you in the commons last night, but you just shot right upstairs! Spare me a minute?" he asked, with his Nobel Smile That Can Make Anybody Do Anything... especially Hermione, Merlin how she fell for that smile.

"Um, sure, can you make it quick; I've got to get to class," she agreed,

"Sure, uh, just stop for a moment," he guided her into a corner, before slipping them both into an empty room.

There were no chairs, no desks; no furniture. Somehow this didn't strike the two as odd.

"Did you get my card?" he asked,

"Yes," she answered, not knowing where this was going,

"I meant... every word," he stated,

"I... that's nice how we're friends again, but... yes," she began, as he flashed another one of his smiles, "It was nice."

"Yes, we're...friends," he replied, giving her a 'friendly' hug.

But.

His hand began sliding down from her back, grasping around her curves, going lower and lower, to the point that exceeded uncomfortable.

"Uh... Harry?" Hermione began, her eyes now wide,

"Everything will be alright, I promise," he said, and smiled warmly at her.

Harry picked her up by the ass, forcing her legs to wind around him, before he slammed her onto the nearest wall. He gave her another smile when she began to push him away; she stopped immediately, their faces only an inch apart. This didn't last long, however.

He plunged into her mouth and kissed her, and grinded his hips along hers, coaxing her to give in. His tongue inside her mouth was like an intruder wanting to dominate.

This was wrong.

She began thinking of Draco. How he offered her so much more than a promising smile. How he... a kiss was like a fingerprint, Harry's and Draco's are so totally different.

A realisation dawned on her.

Where Harry had smiled at her, Draco scooped her up and adorned her with playful Hugs and Kisses.

Where Harry had the acceptance of their house already, Draco fought - I think - for his.

Where Harry whispered false promises in her ear, Draco took action bringing her imagination to life but never said or promised anything.

"No," she murmured, so lightly Harry only just heard. He sighed loudly voicing his reluctance, and let her go. She slid off him.

She stared, to her dismay, at Draco who stood in the doorframe; in his hand was a dark red rose... which should've been for her.

She didn't know how long he stood there, face completely blank no doubt masking some sort of emotion, silently watching the display before him.

How HORRIBLE my poor Drakie!!! Wonder how he's gonna react?

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