A/N: Thanks for my reviews! I love you guys! Anyways, as for the comments that Diamond Sylvan has said:

1. I wrote this before OOP, so I wrote Sirius in before I knew he was dead, and I didn't bother to change it.

2. Yes, they can apparate, but Ron and Harry's summer is being spent at Sarah and Sirius', so he couldn't go w/ Hermione. Hermione was supposed to come and visit them. And Hermione's parents are muggles, they bought the train ticket before Hermione passed her apparating test, and Hermione, not wanting to make a fuss, went along with it. And yes, she is capable of flying, but going to a foreign country and experiencing the culture, it 10 times different (I should know, my trip to England and Scotland was amazing). And her parents had wanted her to take this trip, so she did. Living on your own is different from flying on your own and getting a few hours of solitude. As for apparating to each other, well, Ron has no idea when Hermione will be in the hotel, so he cannot apparate there unless he knows she will be there, and, as everyone knows, Hermione is a bit preoccupied to tell him when she is in the hotel (which she isn't, for the most part).

3. And I know that the story of Draco being misunderstood is clichéd, but I wrote this idea and story line (on paper, mind you) before I knew how many people had actually done this story line. And Hermione, might not choose Draco, I do hint to that, but it might not happen. Just wait and see! (hehehe...oh and I do get your comment about it being tomorrow)

4. And you ask who Sarah is, she is a character that my friends Embers came up with. (she is also in my first fic, Before the Scar). Sarah basically, is half sister to both Remus and Lilly, and has a track record of off-and-on dating with Sirius.

Ch 7: Feelings

In the middle of the night, all lay sleeping. All, that is, except Ron Weasley. He had been tossing and turning all night long, and had now resorted to staring at the ceiling for comfort.

Why hasn't she answered me? he wondered. He had been wondering the same thing for the past three days. It had taken Ron a lot of self restraint not to apparate himself to Hermione, but he had refrained so far from doing so.

It's not like I would know if she was at the hotel right now, he had told himself, knowing that she would probably be sleeping even as he was thinking.

It was then that he heard the familiar tapping of an owl at his window.

Pig!" he cried, leaping from his bed and opening the window. Even as he did so, the dirty Pig flew into the small room and into his cage. There, he immediately ate any morsel of food that had been left in his food bin.

"Bloody bird!" Ron cried and he reached over to grab Pig, who immediately flew out of Ron's grasp.

"What the- 'Ey! You don't 'ave a note for me, do you?" Ron cried, puzzled at the concept that Hermione wouldn't send word back to him.

That's not life her at all…he wondered as he turned back t Pig, who, by this time, had fallen asleep.

Well, I'll worry about it in the morning…

Emma had spent three long days thinking of no one besides Draco. She had no idea why, all she knew was that she had suddenly become very attracted to the blonde hottie who had taunted her all these years.

I should call him, she mused as she paced her hotel room. Even as she thought of this, she shook her head, No, it would seem too desperate…I'll probably see him at work, anyways. On this note, Emma sighed. Today was Sunday, and that meant that tomorrow she would have to go back to work. It was no that she hated work, it was just that work reminded her of the lie that she was continuously living. She hated lying to all those people.

It was better when I didn't know who they were, when I could just tell myself that they were people I would never see again…Now I have to excuse…I am flat out guilty of lying to everyone…All the people at work, Draco…

As this thought crossed her mind, she cursed herself, she was thinking of him again. No matter what she did, her thoughts always lead back to him.

I have to do something to get my mind off of him! her head screamed, as she threw on her pants, and stormed out the door.

She had no idea where she was going, just that it was somewhere in the countryside. It was only after she had driven about a half a mile, that she knew where her feet were taking her: to the castle.

As she got out, she began to look around, immediately admiring the scenery. It was not long before she began to walk upon the same path that she had walked that summer day. When she reached a patch of grass, she let her legs give out as she slipped to the ground.

"Why?!" she cried, pulling out handfuls of grass.

"Because you wished it." came a voice from behind her. Emma spun around, and came face to face with none other than Lucky.

"You," she spat out venomously.

"Yes, me." Lucky ignored her anger and continued in his cheery manner,

"Have you figured out how to reverse the spell?" he asked.

"What?" his question had thrown her off so much that her anger had turned into confusion.

"Well, you can reverse the spell if you figure out how…You have to figure out what truly makes you happy. Obviously being a witch does not make you happy if you wanted to stay in Ireland. So, you have to figure out what you truly want and what you truly love. And when you obtain those things, only then can the spell be reversed. But if you do not do this in the acquired amount of time, which is six months, you will remain a muggle forever."

" Six months! That's not long!" Emma exclaimed, knowing that there was nothing that she could say or do that would reverse the spell.

"Well, I guess I have no choice," she began turning back towards Lucky only to find herself alone.

"Bloody 'ell!" she cried, as she got up and walked back towards her car.

Draco paced the his room and sighed. Paper work was scattered everywhere and he had yet to finish his assignment for his father.

How can I finish this assignment when I can't keep my thoughts off one Emma? he mused, wondering why he could not stop thinking about her. He had never been this hung up about one woman before.

This is pathetic, he thought disgust, I acting like some love-sick puppy…

As Draco pondered these thoughts and more, a sudden realization hit him: he was well on his way of falling in love with Emma.

No," he cried, for Draco Malfoy did not fall in love with any one, especially if they were not already in love with him.

I can't be in love, he told himself, fearing that if he said the word it would be true.