Author's Note: I am truly sorry for keeping you waiting. I kind of hit a dead end with the story. I couldn't very well have Draco apologies to Hermione now could I? He can't get down on his knees and proclaim his confused, but heartfelt love for her. He is supposed to be heartless. I had to keep them in character and think of where this fic is going from here. Time was needed to think of something that was realistic, but was original. That was not easy because there are already like, 93 pages of Hermione/Draco, a fourth of which are only slightly different variation of the each other.

Disclaimer: Wish I had that kind of genius, but I don't. Everything but the plot is Rowlings.

Tears were pouring down her face as she blindly ran to Draco's and her dorm. The silence was eerie as she listened her hurried footsteps echoed off the walls.

There was only one set of footsteps. He wasn't even following her. He really must have done something to her, or he would have tried to stop her and ask what was wrong.

How could she have been so stupid? She actually thought that he liked her. She could have sworn she saw emotions in his eyes. Real emotions. Something he couldn't cover up. She had noticed it before, but had pushed it away. She didn't believe it was true. But tonight, the concern in his eyes looked so genuine. She could no longer control her hormonal urges towards him. She could hold back anymore. She had to do something.

After running for what seemed like forever, Hermione finally reached the portrait to the dorm.

"Password, Miss Granger?" Asked the peasant girl, who was gently petting the unicorn. She looked concerned for Hermione.

Her eyes still gushing with tears, Hermione answered.

"Rosewood," she squeaked though her tears.

Running to her room and locking the door, Hermione leaned against the door for support before sliding to the floor, emotions running wild inside of her head as she remembered.

She had to do it. She had to kiss him, so she did. It had seemed perfect. It was soft and gentle, but so full of emotion for her. She put all of her feelings for him into it. It was such of a relief, but it was scary at the same time, but she didn't care. She wasn't aware of anything but the kiss, not even Draco's response to it, though she knew he kissed back.

Hermione chocked on her tears. She had started to calm down, but she still was upset. Gritting her teeth, she continued the memory, stubbornly reliving what had just happened.

She had pulled back from the kiss blissfully happy that her feelings were finally out in the open, but then her head hurt, and she remembered something that she didn't even know happened. They had kissed before and she remembered it. It had been a wild kiss and she had started it. If she thought about it, she could remember how sweet his skin tasted when she nibbled on his eye and kissed his jawbone.

But the problem to the whole thing was she didn't remember the kiss until a while after it happened. She couldn't have just forgotten it. She wouldn't have forgot about something like that. She wasn't in control of herself. She knew it, especially since she remembered going into some kind of trance. She couldn't control what she was doing, but knew she wanted to do it badly. It was then that Hermione finished the memory, pushed Draco against a wall, screamed at him, and ran away.

Now here she was. All alone and confused, but sure that Draco did something to manipulate her. But what? It couldn't have been a love spell or potion. They were against the law. Not even Draco would be able to make one.

Standing up, Hermione wiped her face. She had to be strong about this. She couldn't let him think that what he did to her made him a big shot, or something like that.

"I can't believe that he fooled me like that! I fell for him like ever other girl he has charmed and dumped." Hermione growled to herself. "I wonder what perverted reasons made him choose me. Probably to prove that any woman would fall for him."

Whatever reason as to why he "pretended" to become a nice guy and come to like her, Hermione knew that she would have to confront him to make it seem that he hadn't had a major affect on her. She wouldn't give him that kind of satisfaction.

Who was she kidding? She had fallen for him hard. But what did he do to her!? That question kept coming to her. She HAD to find out! The next time she saw him, she would backed him into a corner until he told her. She didn't know how that was possible, but she would.

Putting on a strong face, Hermione changed for bed and climbed under the covers. Right before she fell asleep though, a single tear fell down her cheek. She couldn't hate him ever again, though she wanted to. Now she knew. She loved him.

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So she knew. She had kissed him on her own feel will and regained her memory, just like the one-of-a-kind book said would happened, and he lost her. She hated him yet again and he didn't know how to get her back.

Draco started to slowly walk back to the dorm.

How could he face her now? How could he be with her? He just couldn't.

"Why did you have to make that potion!?" Draco stupidly muttered to himself. "If you hadn't, then you would have kissed her now and be together, but now, you are worst off then you started."

He wanted her, maybe even needed her in his life.

__Maybe you even love her too.__

Draco stopped short. A tiny voice in his head had just spoken to him unspoken feelings that he hadn't even admitted to himself yet.

"I do not love her," Draco told the silent corridor. "But I do want her in my life."

Draco silently looked around. The voice stayed silent. Satisfied, Draco started walking again.

What could he do? He had to keep his dignity. It was to important to him. Maybe he could learn to forget her. But he didn't want to. Maybe he should tell her, the. . . . .truth. Had he ever done that before, to. . . anyone? He couldn't remember.

He had reached the portrait and said the password standing really close to the door. Before the peasant girl opened the door, she spoke to Draco.

"You may want to speak to Ms. Granger. She seemed very upset when she came running in about 10 minutes ago. She could use a friend right now."

She was really upset. He probably would never her back, but he couldn't let down his front. So Draco sneered and answered.

"I know she is. I was the one made her upset. I'm pretty good at making the little Mud. . .Mudblood cry when I want to." The pain in his heart was killing him. How could he bear to say such things?

At that moment, Draco wished he would have stood farther back from the painting, because the portrait sprang open so fast that he didn't have the chance to stand back. He was hit square in the nose. He yelled in pain.

"Serves you right Mr. Malfoy," the peasant girl spat. "You shouldn't call Ms. Granger such a dirty name. She is a much better witch then most of the other students at this school and is much better educated in magic and in manners than you."

His nose throbbing from the pain, but not bleeding Draco hurriedly growled to the portrait before going in.

"If you ever do that again, I will personally white wash you and your unicorn. I don't care that I will actually be doing work, if that will be the only why to get rid of you.

The girl glared at him as he went in and closed the door so he was hit in the rear.

Rubbing his nose and his behind, Draco found himself walking to and standing in front of Hermione's door. What was he going to do? Apologies and then say that he didn't mean to find her deepest, darkest secret to use it against her? He knew that that wouldn't work, but he had to tell her that she meant something to him.

He raised his hand to knock on the door, but stopped and sighed. He had to sit on this and let things happen their own. He went to his room to sleep.

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Hermione woke up the next morning feeling kind of crappy and she couldn't remember why.

"Oh yeah, Draco," she grumbled and got out of bed. She begrudgingly went to the bathroom, took a bath and got ready for breakfast, though she wanted to stay in bed. As she was coming out of her room, she saw Draco walking to the portrait door too. They both stopped and stared at each other. Hermione studied Draco's face intensely, but it was completely blank. All of a sudden, Hermione spoke.

"What did you do to me?"

"What do you mean?" Draco asked her unemotionally, though his heart began to quicken race.

"You know perfectly well what I mean! I remember those memories now. I kissed you on the couch, and you took advantage of me. I didn't remember that before last night, though it happened over three weeks ago!

Hermione paused to catch her breath. She was waving her finger at him and probably looking like an idiot, but she didn't care. She wanted answers. Taking a deep breath and staring into Draco's cool eyes, she continued.

"What did you do? Brainwash me into kissing you? Did you give me some kind of potion or something? I know you did something you slimy git, so you might as well tell me now, or I will find out myself."

Okay, that probably got her nowhere, but it blurted out of her. She wanted to know the truth, and the direct approach was all that she had. If it didn't work, she would find another way.

It was now or never. Would he tell her how he felt, or would he put on act and keep his pride. The second the words came out of his mouth, he wished that he would have chosen the other choice.

"I don't know what you are talking about. YOU kissed ME both times. I just went along with it for advantages it gave me. And as for remembering the first kiss, I bet you forgot about it because it I had such a profound affect on you. It happens. I must admit that you were a good kisser, for a Mudblood, though. I am just guessing though. You are the first one that I have ever let near me to seduce.

Hermione paled, but looked him in the eye determinedly.

"I KNOW that you used something on me. And I don't care what you say. You did something, and I am going to find out! I would never, ever have kissed you on my own choice. You did something to me and you will be sorry. Mark my words."

At the end, Hermione was nearly yelling. She was hurting so much inside. She hoped it would stop hurting soon.

Draco swallowed hard, but not noticeable. He had gotten himself into this mess by choosing this path, now he had to walk it all the way though.

"Go ahead and look in books or something for some kind spell or curse that I could have put on you. You were no more than challenge for me to see if I could make any girl fall for me with my charm. Nothing else was involved. I made you fall for me in no time flat all by myself."

Draco wasn't worried. The book he got the potion out of was one-of-a- kind. His father had said so. Hermione would never discover what he had done to her.

Hermione glared at him, and stomped out of the dorm to breakfast.

Draco walked out soon after. Standing in the deserted corridor, he sighed and went to breakfast.

***************Was it just me, or did Draco and Hermione both ask themselves a lot of questions in this chapter? Sorry about that. This chapter is a pretty good one, but I not quite satisfied with it. I just wanted to get it out though. What did you think of the comic relief with Draco being hit in the nose? I wasn't meant to be mean to him, I just thought that I needed a little more humor in the story, since I have forgotten about it in the last few chapters. I hope that the story is making sense to everyone now. I pretty much explained everything that happened that Hermione now understands, or at least thinks she understands. I want to break 100 reviews with this chapter, so PLEASE review and tell me how you feel about the story.