'Brilliant speech, Draco, you defined every point brilliantly', Dumbledore said as he nodded his head at the young man in front of him.

'Thank you professor, I wasn't forcing everybody to be scared of graduating, I was just stating a fact of life. Now, I'm sorry professor I would really love to stay and talk, but I am, after all on the slytherin quidditch team, and after all, I am the captain. Good Bye', Draco tilted his head at the aging man and left swiftly. Dumbledore stood slowly and walked to the hugging pair.

'Professor McGonagall, If I may have a word with you', the 2 women smiled to each other then at Dumbledore. Hermione walked off and left the 2 to talk.

A loud applause could be heard coming from the Quidditch pitch as Hermione lay on her bed, thinking about what she would do, what she would…become! A knock disturbed her phase, as it was extremely loud and constant.

'Alright, I'm coming, Hold your horses', Hermione opened the door slightly to find her arch nemesis, Draco Malfoy, in flesh and blood on her doorstep, 'And you want, what, exactly?' she said lowering her eyes to slits as he smirked.

'That would've been clear by now granger, why the hell would I be knocking on your door, in broad daylight, where people could see me, Hmm?' he tilted his head slightly so his hair fell to his shoulder. He did that a lot now, now that his hair didn't need a tub of Gel.

'Well, what do you want, I'm not a bloody mind reader?' a light chuckle left his lips as he pushed his way into her room. She opened her mouth to complain, but knew it wouldn't get her anywhere.

'I've been watching you, Granger, Breakfast, Lunch, Dinner, Classes, In the common room, everywhere I could possibly go, and yet I don't know why. But when I was making my speech, I realised why', Hermione looked on scared and expectantly as he sat on her bed, and she sat on the floor against her cupboard.

'And…' was her only reply, waiting to find out why he was watching her, as obvious as the answer was.

'Well, Hermione Granger, I've realised, I love you. I think I love you because, well, I'm disobeying my father, and my reputation. I have already ruined everything I have, for you. My Fathers in a rant, my mother…strangely enough is decorating the house in flowers, and I…for once in my life, am happy', getting off the bed he slowly stepped towards her, she got up slowly and tried to back away, but forgot that she was against a cupboard.

'Draco, please don't do this, please', he could see the fear in her eyes. At every step he took, it grew and grew.

'Hermione, I need you', he whispered as he took another short step.