"Draco, we're almost there." Hermione said, still holding Draco's hand. The cold wrapped around her like a blanket, stifling her ability to breathe. Her hand clung to his as if she would die if her palm even touched the air. He smiled as they walked back and thought of how just a few hours ago they couldn't stand each other, now they were in love. As they reached the castle, Draco wondered how anyone could hurt someone as beautiful as Hermione, and he silently vowed to never let anyone hurt her again.

"We're here," He said as she took a large breath.

"Let's go in." She said, suddenly aware of what had happened between the two.

"After you," He said and led her into the building. Students were swirling around them, making their way into the Great Hall for their dinner. They were all in a hustle and Hermione and Draco walked together, unnoticed by the crowd, until they stepped in the door. They looked at each other right before walking in and Draco said,

"Well this is it," Hermione nodded and walked in with him. The hall fell silent. Everyone, from the first years, to their fellow seventh years, everyone was staring at the two of them. They looked at each other and he kissed her. Then, they walked in their separate directions. Each footstep was heard on the stone floor until they sat down and everyone started whispering. Things like, I can't believe he is dating a mudblood, or, He Is such a prat why is she going out with him were heard all throughout the Hall as Hermione and Draco ate their meals in silence. Hermione couldn't stand the whispers any longer and stood and ran out of the Great Hall. Everyone turned to Draco, who had already started walking after her in a brisk pace. He found her in the library alone. He walked up behind her and sat down beside her. She looked over at him with blood shot eyes, she had been crying.

"Draco, what are we going to do?" He looked at her and felt her pain, her confusion.

"Hermione, I don't care what they say, as long as you're there to help me, I couldn't care less about what they say." She smiled weakly.

"You're right." He laughed.

"I always am." She rolled her eyes at him and wiped away her tears, when suddenly a thought struck her.

"What about Harry and Ron?" He grimaced.
"Hermione, if they can't accept us, then they aren't very good friends." She nodded.

"I guess that's true." He smirked at her.

"I told you I'm always right."