Disclaimer: If I owned Harry Potter, I don't think I would be writing this. I'd probably be starting chapter 37 on The Half Blood Prince.  I wonder who that is, Harry maybe.

When they got back from dinner, Draco and Hermione satin in front of the blazing fire. They took some time to look into each other's eyes. They gradually leaned in, but not realizing it. They stopped before where the slightest move would cause their lips to lock. But Draco moved in anyway. Together they shared a gentle kiss. When they stopped they just looked at each other. It was weird for them because, it just was. There wasn't really and explaining to how weird it was. It was just that for 6 long years, they hated each other and now, they're kissing.

"Um… err… right…ok then," said Hermione, unable to find the right words to say.

"Um, yeah, so um, do you wanna do that again? Ever?" asked Draco.

"What? Um, I dunno, maybe later? You're weird," said Hermione.

"Well, it's a Malfoy thing. You should see Father. He walks around the house all naked and stuff… it actually quite disgusting," said Draco with a small laugh. Hermione forced a laugh and said that she's going to go visit Harry.

"Ok," he said and went to go get his diary.

Dear Diary,

Today I kissed Hermione. Gosh it's weird though, but I like it. I like her and she kinda likes me, but that's not enough. I want her to love me. I have no idea why all of the sudden I like her. I'm actually glad we have classes alone. I've been thinking about my father and the Death Eaters lately. I do realize that Harry and them are going to fight them. I want to help but I just don't want anything to do with my father. Or maybe I do. Maybe that will be my chance to kill him and give him what he deserves. It's really hard to have a Death Eater for a father. Mother's not really into it. She doesn't enjoy killing people so usually she lets dad do all the work. People may not think it, but I've always been in the light. I just had to act dark. I really do, deep down, love Father but not the things he did. If he were light too, then everything would be different. I do realize that I am almost related to Potter. He's not that bad either, I wouldn't say that him and I are the best of friends. We still have our differences. Ron's not that bad either. I can't believe I've made fun of them for 6 years of my life. I just only hope that I could defeat the Dark Lord, or not defeat him, but his followers. Especially my father. You know, I don't think I could even call him Father anymore. I've lost all respect for him, he is now either that bastard or Lucius. I know what I want to do to him, I just don't think I could ever do the Avada Kedavra. That probably takes a lot of guts, or just carelessness. I don't think that anyone who cared, or had feelings, would ever perform that curse. People would probably think it weird or strange of me to suddenly 'change' to the light, but as I said, I was never dark, just forced by my own family. Gosh, I think I am going to ask Hermione to be my girlfriend soon. I just don't know when. Oh well I got to go. Someone is knocking at the portrait.

DM

"Erm, who is it, and why are you here?!" shouted Draco through the portrait.

"It's Blaise, and I'm here to visit you!" Blaise yelled back.

(A/N: have you ever noticed that Blaise is hardly in the real books. I wonder who started the whole Blaise and Draco being best friends thing… or did I miss something while reading…)

"Oh ok… come in then," said Draco.

"What have you been doing? I haven't seen you hardly at all since we've been here," said Blaise, looking a little hurt.

"Oh I've been, uh, getting used to the environment. You know, unpacking and stuff," said Draco unbelievably.

"Uh huh," said Blaise with a sigh. "Well, I was hoping we could catch up on things, we hardly talked that day in your pool. You seemed a bit preoccupied."

"I was."

"I'm sorry, what was that?" asked Blaise.

"Oh, nothing. I must have been speaking out of my mind. So, uh, do you wanna go hang out by the pool or something?" Draco asked, coming back to focus and out of his diary.

"Nah, I just want to talk. So, who do you like now?" Blaise asked with a smirk on his face.

"No one, yet," Draco lied.

"No? What about Granger? You seem to be getting along with her well."

"No, we're just friends," said Draco quickly. 'But I wish we were more,' he thought.

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"Hey Harry, Ron. What's up?" asked Hermione as she arrived in the Gryffindor common room. Harry and Ron were sitting in front of the roaring fire talking about Quidditch and eating food.

"Oh hey Hermione!" said Ron with a mouthful of bacon.

(A/N: sorry I like bacon a lot! And I couldn't think of anything else to have in his mouth)

"Gosh Ron, is there ever a time when you're not eating?"

"Um…"

"Hermione, what's up? How's Draco?" Harry asked looking away from his treacle tart.

"Um, he's ok I guess. I don't know what he's doing right now," said Hermione, blushing slightly remembering the kiss they shared today.

"What do you want anyway?" Ron asked, swallowing some ice cream.

"Gosh I can't even come to visit my friends without getting interrogated!" shouted Hermione, her eyes were full of tears now.

"Hermione, gosh , I didn't mean it that way!" said Ron apologetically. But before Hermione could hear, she already ran out of the portrait of the Fat Lady.

Hermione was whipping away a flood of tears as she waited for the stairs to come so she could get to the first floor, when Draco came behind her and tapped her shoulder.

"Hey, w-what's wrong?" Draco asked curiously.

"Oh Draco!" exclaimed Hermione and threw herself into Draco's arms. He had no idea what to do so he just patted her back a bit.

"I… hate… him…. Why does… he have…t-to… be that…way? I just… wish… he could… be nice…," said Hermione between sobs.

"Who?" asked Draco, but Hermione didn't answer. So then they both walked to the Heads' common room and Hermione was still sobbing.

When they got there, Hermione ran straight into her room and shoved her face into her pillows. She cried, and cried, and cried, and cried. Then, after many long hours, she stood up and walked into her bathroom.

Her eyes were red and puffy, and her face was soaked in tears. She glanced over at her pillow and saw this big tear stain. She walked back to her bad, calming down a little. Then there was a knock at her door and Draco came in.

He walked over and sat next to her, wonder why she was so upset. He tried comforting her by holding her. She still cried a little and got Draco's shirt all wet, but he didn't mind.

"Thank you, Draco," said Hermione quietly, whipping tears from her eyes.

"Yeah, you're welcome. I don't like to see my friends upset. Usually I'd crack a joke or something, but I never really had a girl as a friend. Pansy just always followed me around. We were never really friends but later I went out with her. Sorry, I'm getting off the subject," he said with a small, but comforting, smile. Hermione then gave him a great hug.

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Back in the Gryffindor common room, a certain red headed boy was feeling really guilty. Ron was inside his dormitory trying to fall asleep. Harry was already asleep. 'Gosh, I shouldn't have said that. I could have been nicer, or I could have kept my fat mouth shut. I haven't told Harry yet, but I will later. Yeah. I wonder what he's dreaming about.' This was all coming out of Ron's mind. He didn't know that Harry was dreaming about the Dark Lord.

Suddenly Ron saw Harry thrashing in his sleep, screaming too, probably from the pain in his scar. Harry woke up after about five times of Ron jumping on him. He was soaked in cold sweat.

"Harry, what is it?" Ron asked eagerly-ish.

"I had a dream. Voldemort's coming here, in a few days. We have to tell Professor Dumbledore. We must collect every one: Fred, George, Hermione, and even Draco. Maybe even Neville. He's gotten better too. A-anyway, come on! We've got to go," said Harry throwing on his robes and heading for the fire. He grabbed some Floo Powder and stepped into the fire place and shouted "Dumbledore's office!" and Ron followed.

When they arrived into his office, they found Dumbledore drinking a cup of tea and talking to Fawks.

"Professor! Voldemort's coming back. I just had a dream. I swear. Please sir. Listen he was talking to someone, I couldn't tell who but he said something about at the end of March he's coming sir. We have to get ready to fight. Sir please!" Harry was running all around Dumbledore's office as he said this.

"Well, we have enough time to get ready. Harry you can start the DA again if you'd like, or not. That is only if you want to. Ron, I'd like you to tell all the professors that are in the Order right now. Harry stay here with me. We have to talk. Oh and Ron, tell the Head's and Ginny, and Neville, por favor."

A/N: ok that's the end cause I cant think of anything else to put. I hope you liked it. Its gonna be really fun and more exciting, promise. Well thanks for the reviews… and review sum more! Tish.