A/N ok well yea here it is but the only thing is my beta sorta disappeared gasps I havent heard from her! Im sad..this chap has been done for a while! So im posing errors and all…if anyone wants to beta feel free to email me and PLEASE REVIEW!!!!

"DRACO!!! You in there lad? DRACO!!!!" Someone was banging on the portrait to the common room. 'Bloody hell can't I talk to Hermione without someone showing up. Was the whole bloody world against him?'

"Um..Draco, you should get that." 'He was going to kiss me! Holy mother of Merlin he was going to kiss me. Thank Merlin he didn't get a chance to. I don't want anything to do with him. THEN WHY ARE YOU SO DISAPPOINTED HE DIDN'T? HUH? YOUNG LADY YOU WOULD HAVE DEVOURED HIM THE SECOND HE SAID YOU COULD! Shut up! I would not! YES YOU WOULD. Fine I wanted him to kiss me. You win! TECHNICALLY WE BOTH WIN…'

"I don't want to get that." He wasn't going to go away. He was going to kiss her and he will. There was no way he would stop now that he was so close. He was in her room for Merlin's sake. He had to. She was staring into his eyes and he knew she could see his very soul. 'Could she possibly know how I feel? How could she know if I don't even know. Yes you do' that annoying know it all voice answered. ' You're in love admit it. Once you get her in your bed you wont let her out.' Draco couldn't believe he was in-love…could it be possible that he was in love without even kissing her, without her even knowing. This was bad; really bad.

"DRACO!!! COME ON LAD!" It was Crab. 'Bloody hell can't I ever have a break.

"Fine I'll get it." With that she moved away from his grasp and walked towards the common room.

Draco reluctantly followed behind her more depressed then he ever thought possible. He had had her, she had been staring at him waiting for him to do something, and he had done nothing. She had believed him about Pansy and it would have been the perfect time to just kiss her. They were in her room for Merlin's sake and he had acted like a bloody 12-year-old virgin! And now, well now it was just pointless, Crab had to ruin it all, now he'd have to wait and see when would be the right time. 'This better be good' Thought Draco.

"Mudblood" greeted Crab

"50 points from slytherin"

Hermione was shocked shitless, Draco had taken points from his own friend, his own house. Not to mention it was over Crab calling her something he had literally used as often as her name. This only made Hermione's hopes go up, how he hated the way he made her feel.

"But Draco..she is" Crab was stupid and well he couldn't string anything together.

"No matter, she's the head girl show respect or else." To be completely honest Draco had been surprised by his own actions, he had called Hermione that since the 2nd year at Hogwarts. But the minute Crab had called her that, it had stung him, as if he had been the one insulted.

"What do you want I was busy."

"Well I thought you'd like to have some practice today since the game against gryffindor is tomorrow." Crab had the look of a scared little mouse. 'I guess he intimidates everyone.'

"Holy shit I totally forgot the quidditch game was tomorrow." It was true Draco had spent his whole time thinking about Hermione and how he could win her heart. Great now she was going to witness him losing to Potter, yet again. That just made his bloody week. 'If only I could win, then she'd be proud or me, and maybe just maybe I'd have a chance with her. She did say that she believed me and that she wasn't going out with anyone. And for a split second I saw something other then hate in her eyes.'

"So …um Draco what do you ..want me to do"

Draco rolled his eyes at the buffoon. How he had gotten stuck with the moron, he could only blame Lucius. That moron thought it best for Draco to socialize with purebloods "of his stature" when all Draco wanted were real friends…that and the beautiful gryffindor standing there looking at him. 'Cant she look ugly once in a while? It'd make it so much easier to walk in these pants.'

"Get the team together and I'll meet you down on the pitch. We will be training afternoon. I'll ask for permission from Professor Snape to miss classes."

"Alright Draco" He walked out giving the head girl and boy a last weird look, he was stupid but he could feel the tension, he had definitely interrupted something.

"Well good luck with you're training, I'm off"

"Hermione!" And once again Hermione found herself being held by the man she wanted. And her heart told her that he was the only one. Why? She wasn't sure, hell she didn't WANT to know. He had made her life a living hell and here she was ready to give him her all. She was ready to throw the past years out the window and make a life with him. She couldn't see herself with anyone else. The thought scared her, what was she going to do if he didn't want her back? She would spend her life alone, wanting him, this was going to suck.

"Who will you be cheering for tomorrow?" 'Ok so why did I ask her that! It has nothing to do with anything. I really need to kiss her I'm saying the stupidest things. Obviously she'd be rooting for Potter. Why would cheer for me?'

"Well I have to cheer for Gryffindor, don't I?"

With that she walked out, with a smirk on her face that would make Lucius Malfoy proud. She'd get him, she didn't care what anyone said, what anyone thought all that mattered was that she needed to feel complete, and he was her other half.

'She said she HAD to cheer for Gryffindor!!!!! She didn't say she wanted to. That's a sign it has to be! I have to win. I will not lose to Potter. I will not lose my girl. SINCE WHEN IS SHE YOURS? THE LAST THING I REMEMBER WAS YOU BLABBING ABOUT SOME STUPIDITY. YOU HAVENT MADE YOUR FEELINGS KNOWN! Shut up! I'm getting there. COME ON YOU'VE ALWAYS BEEN SMOOTH, YOU MAKE GIRLS PUDDING, WHAT IS GOING ON? I've never actually wanted anyone like this before. I feel like I can't breathe. I need her. And I cant make any mistakes. I have to win her, no, her heart. HAH! I TOLD YOU! YOU LOVE HER!!! WE'RE IN LOVE WE'RE IN LOVE!' Sang that annoying voice.

"Wow I've completely lost it over her."

Out on the pitch Draco forced the hardest quidditch training known in slytherin history. He refused to lose, he needed to win, and that was his plan. He'd win then he'd get Hermione on her own, and he'd kiss her. He was relying on luck, he knew he didn't deserve, that she felt the same way. He could only fantasize about where that could lead. That one kiss. Well fantasizing about the head girl was a VERY bad idea wearing leather quidditch pants while riding a broom. He had no choice but to excuse himself to use the bathroom.

That night during dinner the Gryffindor table was all talk about the match tomorrow. Hermione was off thinking about how to get the head boy to kiss her. She refused to be all girly, that wasn't her. But there had to be a way. She knew he had some sort of interest. The way his eyes had stared at her told her, there was no need for words. His eyes told her, and there was more she knew there was, but Draco always had that stupid barrier up. She had gotten that far before it was up again. And his eyes went emotionless again.

At that very second the mighty doors opened and in came slytherin quidditch team, sweaty, exhausted, and looking hungry. All she could do was stare at the captain. 'And here I thought he couldn't look any hotter.' Draco's hair was soaked in sweat, hanging loose around his face. He looked hungry. And Hermione could only dream that that look was directed to her. Then suddenly he turned to look at her, as if he could feel her staring at him, and they stared at each other. Eyes locked, he sat down and ate, never losing contact with her eyes. They kept this up during the rest of dinner. Thankfully Ron and Harry were occupied with their quidditch talk. Hermione was lost in those gray stormy orbs, she never wanted to be found. Then suddenly his eyes grew dark with anger..no not anger jealousy. But what was going on. Hermione got her answer; she felt Harry grab her hand that rested on the table. She unattached her eyes from Draco and looked at Harry who was smiling at her, oblivious to the fact that she had been staring at the slytherin.

"What Harry?" Hermione moved her hand away from his.

"Just wanted to make sure you were going to be there tomorrow rooting for me..I mean us." Harry tried to grab her hand again, but Hermione moved it out of the way, running it through her hair.

"Yea Harry, I'll be rooting for you and Ron."

"Just us Mione?" Ron piped up smiling at her evilly.

Hermione gave Ron a look that made him choke on the 4th dessert he was eating. Harry laughed, not a real laugh, 'What had Ron meant?' Harry was lost, it seemed his two friends knew something he didn't, and he didn't like it. He had finally realized that his feelings for Hermione were more then just friends. He didn't know when they had changed, it had been sudden, and he had found himself staring at her, loving everything about her. He couldn't stop himself, he could only hope she felt the same way. He had decided the best way to ask her to be his, he only hoped he didn't make a fool of himself.

That night Hermione had slept with dreams of Draco, she could see his face, feel his hands, and she wanted more. She ached for him in a way she never thought possible. Specially since she'd never been with him to ache for him. But she did. She ached for his lips, his attention, and his touch. These dreams were driving her mad, she'd wake sweaty and needy. Hermione had brought herself to relief, screaming out his name, thank Merlin the walls were sound proof. This was getting ridiculous. Hermione had played with herself before, but only because curiosity had gotten the best of her, but never because she needed it. 'Damn all that and it was only a dream.'

Well at least Hermione was having good dreams Draco couldn't even close his eyes, the picture of Harry's hand on Hermione's kept replaying in his head and it wouldn't go away. Not to mention that whenever he closed his eyes, images of Harry making love to Hermione popped up. Draco had taken 2 cold showers already yet nothing could rid him of the images. The thought of Harry with her, drove him mad. He looked horrible, his hair was disheveled, and he looked ready to kill, not to mention that he had to play against Potter tomorrow. Draco was sure that he'd kill Potter the minute he'd get the chance. If Draco couldn't have Hermione then nobody could. He knew that sounded bizarre and wrong, but he couldn't live without her, he knew it, he accepted it. Now the hard part was getting the girl.

The day of the match had arrived and the school was all a jumble of shouts and talking. The Great hall looked fuller then ever, considering everyone, except the slytherins, was huddling spontaneously by the gryffindor team wishing them luck. Hermione hadn't been paying attention, she'd been looking for the slytherin captain to make an entrance. She hadn't seen him last night after dinner or this morning. He never made an entrance. She was going to look for him, even though she knew it was stupid when Harry grabbed her arm.

"Hermione, come on we're all going to the pitch now."

"What?" Hermione didn't care where they were going, she needed to find Draco, just see him. 'Wow that was lame' thought Hermione.

"The game. Against Slytherin. Come on." Hermione was dragged out, she frantically looked around for the blond hair she had grown to love. She wanted to run her fingers through that hair. But no matter how hard she looked he was nowhere to be found. She gave up and just walked with everyone else, walking up to the stands to watch. She missed the gray orbs watching her the minute she'd walked out of the Great hall.

His blood boiled when he saw Potter holding her hand. But then he noticed that she was basically being dragged, she was looking for someone. 'Could it be me? Please let her be looking for me.' Draco walked out to meet his team, there was no speech, no pep talk, and he just stood waiting for his name to be called. This game wasn't even about catching the snitch to Draco. It was winning Hermione. His life was on the line. She was his life. This was it, win or lose.

"WWWWWEEEEELLLLCCCCOOOOMMEEE to the Slytherin vs. Gryffindor match. We'll see if our famous Harry Potter can win once again against the SLYTHERIN Prince Draco Malfoy. And Here comes the Gryffindor Team led by the captain our Harry POTTER!!!!" The crowd went wild, the boos from the slytherins were not heard, the 3 other houses drowned them out. Colin Creevey had become the announcer and had like all other Gryffindors, been a bit biased.

"And there comes the cheaters..oh, sorry professor Snape but it's true..alright alright. The Slytherins lead by the prat Draco Malfoy." Everyone clearly heard Snape giving Colin a detention. And Hermione found herself thinking 'Good for him.' She couldn't help it, she didn't like it when people badmouthed Draco. All thoughts escaped her when she laid eyes on the God flying on his broom. He always took her breath away. She knew she was in love, it was weird, wrong, and completely different from what she thought it would be, but it was love. She could feel her heart beating with a speed of a nimbus 2150 and they hadn't even created that one. It was beating too fast, Hermione was sure.

The game got under way and Gryffindor was beating Slytherin by 20 points. It had started raining, but no one moved. This just made it harder for Hermione, Draco looked gorgeous all wet, his hair all wild and plastered to his face. The snitch had been seen only once. But it had disappeared before Draco or Harry could get close enough to catch it. Hermione knew that even though she was rooting for Gryffindor, in the inside she was praying for Draco to win. She was asking God's she didn't know she even knew about to let him win. Draco always lost to Harry, and she was tired of it. 'That doesn't sound right' Hermione felt like a traitor but her feelings for Draco surpassed that, no doubt.

"And they're off, both seekers caught site of the small gold ball and they're shooting up, high. Wow I've never seen that before now they're flying dangerously down. Doesn't look like either seeker is going to back out. They're feet away from the ground. This is going to be hard to lift up from to not hit the ground. Who will have it. AND ITS POTTER!!!! HARRY POTTER HAS WON THE GAME FOR SLYTHERIN LEAVING IT 250 TO 80. THE CROWD HAS GONE WILD!!!

Hermione wasn't even aware that Harry had flown towards Colin and was telling him something. She only had eyes for Draco who had landed and had the look of a small boy who had just dropped his lollipop. All she wanted to do was hold him, hug him, and never let go. But she couldn't, not in front of all these people, specially since she didn't know how he'd take that.

Draco couldn't look up, he couldn't look up into her eyes. It was the first time he refused to look at her. He could only imagine how excited she was that Potty had won. If he had looked up his heart would have finished breaking. He started to walk off but stopped short when he heard Potter's voice.

"um..I have something important to say. Well um..Hermione will you be my girlfriend?" The noise that erupted from the stands was enough to wake Voldemort from his grave. Hermione couldn't think, hell she hadn't even processed what had just been said. All she saw was those eyes, those eyes that she had hated for so long, and now loved. He had turned to stare at her, waiting. She couldn't read what he was thinking but whatever it was she hoped he'd never stop looking at her.

Harry showed up literally out of nowhere. At least Hermione hadn't even seen when he had remounted his broom to fly over to her. He was smiling waiting for her to answer. Hermione looked at her dear friend, and she hurt. How could she break his heart like that? In front of the whole school on top of that. Just as fast as she had thought that she remembered Draco. How could she kid herself. She wouldn't be happy with Harry. She didn't want Harry. Harry was like her brother, and the thought of having to kiss him, hold his hand anything like that made her sick. She couldn't, she was sorry but she couldn't.

"Harry…I cant I'm sorry." There were loud gasps and "oos" Hermione was sure all the girls were going to hate her. I mean this was THE Harry Potter. But she just didn't see him that way.

"oh…well that's ok I guess..we'll always be friends." Harry was trying really hard not to explode. 'What does she mean "no" could there be someone else?' Then he realized. He had taken too long to notice that Hermione wasn't one of the guys, he took too long to notice that he wanted her and now… well now she didn't want him.

"Come on mate party in our common room" Ron knew this was bad and he knew he had to get Harry away and off doing something else. He knew Hermione would say no, he just hadn't expected Harry to ask publicly what had he been thinking?

By the time everyone headed back Hermione couldn't find Draco. He had disappeared. It was raining harder then ever and Hermione ran to her room hoping he'd be there. She wasn't sure when he left but she couldn't have him thinking she had said yes. But he wasn't there. He was nowhere to be found. Hermione didn't go to the party in Gryffindor Common Room she didn't feel like celebrating, she felt like disappearing. 'Where could he be?' thought Hermione. She sat on the couch, in thought. This was great all Hermione needed; for things to get worse.

Draco had left the minute Harry had flown to her. He was NOT going to stand around and watch his girl, his love, throw herself into that..that lucky bastard's arms. Draco had never wanted to be anyone, but in this very second all he wanted was to be Harry Potter. He had her, he had her love. Draco had no reason anymore. It was pointless. He had been cold for too long and now that he wanted to change for her, she was taken. Draco had gone inside, but he felt suffocated, so he had gone back out into the rain. He was already wet, so what the hell. He stood in the middle of the field looking up, rubbing at his face savagely. He was crying. And Malfoy's did NOT cry. No matter how many times he said this to himself they wouldn't stop. This was the first time Draco had ever cried since he had been 9. His father had decided that at the age of 9 the crutiatus curse was fine discipline. The first time Draco had cried out in pain, but he soon learned that had been a mistake. Getting whipped afterwards. After that Draco had learned to control his emotions. He hadn't cried ever again. No matter what. And here he was standing in the rain crying for someone that was never his to begin with.

Hermione was growing reckless. 'Where could he be?' She had stopped caring what she had to tell him, she just had to find him. No where he was. She had gotten up and started pacing when she saw him. He was standing in the middle of the pitch. Just standing there looking up, it was like he expected something to come down other then water. Hermione ran. Why did he do this to her. He always made her run. Just that now she was heading to him. She wasn't sure what she was going to say, she'd figure that out when she got there.

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