Well, I often write short chapters, but I think this is the shortest one I've ever written… But I thought it was a good point to end it, and so I ended this chapter there, but the next will follow SOON! PROMISE!

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The entire crowd in the hall seemed to hold it's breath when they saw Hermione with raised wand and Draco with raised hand. It wasn't Hermione who had slapped Ron. It had been Draco. Hermione had been busy searching for her wand… It was difficult to hide such a thing when you wore a dancing gown…

"Will you never ever use this word again, Weasley? You should know better!"

Hermione stared at Draco "But you were the first to call me that"

"And I stopped some time ago"

"You hear that, Ronald? He stopped"

"Yeah, and now you play his little whore and…"

This time, Hermione slapped him hard across the face and she would have hexed him into oblivion, if it hadn't been for Professor McGonagall to interrupt. "I knew why I hated those feasts, really… Mr Malfoy, Mr Weasley, Miss Granger, I fear the feast is over for you. Go to your rooms, please, and don't come back to the hall tonight"

Ron stormed out, face red of anger.

Malfoy followed him giggling and making nasty remarks about his red ears and Hermione left as last, kicking Harry while walking past him.

It had to be a strange sight, really…

When the portrait hole shut behind Hermione, she took a nearby book and threw it across the room "I can't believe he said that!"

"Yeah, the mudblood-thing was…"

"I do not mean the mudblood-thing. I mean the whore-thing! How dare he?"

"well, I suppose he didn't think about…"

"He was very well aware of what he was about to say! I'm not acting like a whore, am I?"

Draco turned and faced her. He saw strands of her hair falling messy into her face, one string of her gown kept sliding down her shoulder and her cheeks were reddened from the anger.

"No. You're acting like you always did… strange, huh? Around you, everything has changed, but you're still the same…"

"Yeah… everyone moved forward and I didn't." She suddenly realized how close Malfoy was… "You have moved… but on your way. The others changed their ways, but you kept yours and followed it straight…"

"I intrigued with Pansy Parkinson"

"But only because the others changed"

Hermione could feel his warm breath on her skin, a shiver running down her neck… "You're as fascinating as you've always been…"

Hermiones eyes were closed, her mouth half-opened "I…"

Draco lips met hers, ever so slightly. They merely brushed over hers and removed themselves before they occupied hers once more, this time more steadily, but still not forcing. Still carefully and unsure.

"Would you allow me to accompany you over to the sofa, fair Lady?" The tip of Dracos nose touched Hermiones and she could har his hoarse voice when he laughed a bit as she just nodded.

Draco sat down on the sofa and pulled Hermione down onto his lap, his head resting on her shoulder "Who would have thought it would ever come to a point where one could see us just like this?" They both closed their eyes and fell into a peacefull sleep