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A/N: alright ya'll get ready for my news...... band camps starting up! I won't be able to update as quickly as I've been able to before, plus the whole new fic, but don't worry i'll finish this fic, just don't know how long it's going to be. alright enjoy the chapter.

'He's going to kiss me again.' That thought and that thought alone ran through her head.

"Hermione? Give me a real answer." she smile a little, here she was losing her mind and he was ordering her around, she liked it.

"I don't know." she answered again, she was telling the truth.

"How about we find out." he suggested, leaning down the last couple inches and kissing her neck softly. "Lets go somewhere." he said, standing up and throwing Hermione off balance by his train of thought.

"Alright." she heard herself answer. Did she sound.....excited?

"Let's go....now." he was already around the table and pulling her ruck over his shoulder and grabbing her hand.

She let herself be led out of the library, with Madam Pince looking after her like she supposed her mother would.

'She was in for a surprise.' Draco thought to himself as her pulled her into an empty class room on the fourth floor.

He could hear her behind him, she was out of breath. He didn't know why though, it was a short walk, oh wait now he remembered, she'd fancied him since the beginning of fifth year. That diary was a fountain of knowledge. There was nothing that girl didn't put down in there. He knew all of her scar's, everything she's done with her hair, all the make up she's tried, and the lovely little tattoo no ones supposed to know about. He couldn't wait to find it for himself. He also knew she was ticklish.

"So, anything you want to talk to me about?" he asked, watching her reaction. There was a big one.

"No!" she said as soon as the question left his mouth, as she turned as read as the bloody Gryffindor colours.

"What was that whole thing in the library about us having to talk?" he asked, taking a seat on a dusty seat.

"Oh that, I was under a lot of stress." she said after a couple moments of hesitation. She was lying of course, but he'd let.

"Really? It didn't sound like stress. It sounded like you fancied me. Like......you want me to kiss you like I did earlier, all the time." he said, his eyes following her as she started pacing in front of him.

"Don't be stupid, Malfoy." she sighed, finally deciding to sit in the seat across from him.

"I'm not being stupid, Hermione. And really you should call me Draco. It will make things...easier for us." he said smirking.

"Draco," she started, rolling her eyes at his name, "I would like to know what we're doing here."
she finished, after meeting his eyes.

"I wanted to talk to you, instead of waiting until tomorrow." he explained.

"Why?"

"I wanted to know what you wanted to talk about." he answered, growing annoyed with her.

"Oh...it was nothing, I was just joking with you."

"You can't lie." he pointed out to her, smiling a little when her eyes went wide.

"How can you tell? It's not like you know me that well." she scoffed.

"I know a lot more about you then you think. Don't underestimate me Hermione." He made sure he got his point across.

She seemed to actually stop at that. That wasn't a good thing, she'd put two and two together and.....it just wouldn't be good.

"I didn't come in here to talk, Hermione." he quickly said into the silence.

"Stop doing that." she muttered, at least that's what it sounded like.

"Stop what?" he asked, confused.

"Stop calling me Hermione. It throws me off and I forget that I like you....."

That was a surprise.

What all did he know? And come to think of it, she was sure something was wrong with her diary, everything she wrote seemed to disappear, then it would re-appear, the same side affects she'd read in the sixth year spell book, the copying spell, but he wouldn't do that. He didn't care enough about her.

"Hermione? Are you even listening to me?" his voice cut short thought's.

"Of course." she said, throwing her hair over her shoulder, he was getting very fidgety. "Will you stop moving please?" she asked after the made a line in the dust of the desk he was at, adding to the many other lines.

"I'm sorry, I didn't realize I was doing it." he said looking down at the table, blushing, yes actually turn pink, blushing, and moving to wipe the table clean.

"What is that?" she asked, moving towards him and grabbing hold of his arm before he could finish the task.

"Nothing, leave it be." he growled, shocking her. He'd been in such a good mood.

Hermione looked down to see the word 'Help' written over and over on the desk.

"Help? From what?" she asked, looking over at Draco, who was now studying the wall.

"It's nothing. I told you to leave it be. Don't worry yourself with my problems." he said erasing the evidence of his weakness.

"If you just told me...." she started, only to be yelled at.

"I said let it go Granger. It's better not to know." with that, Hermione watched as Draco turned on his heel and left the classroom.

Theres the chapter, i hope you guys liked it, i was in kind of a rush to get it done.

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