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Draco had been pacing the Quidditch stands since five o'clock, thinking everything over. He had thought over Hermione and what the hell he was going to say to her then his thoughts crawled to Lord Voldemort but Draco hadn't the faintest idea of what he was to do about him.

Finally, Draco persuaded his mind onto happier thoughts and instantly, they fell on Hermione. Draco imagined every scenario possible that she and him could have, the fights, the make ups, the talks, the actions…Draco found himself smiling at his thoughts, something he hadn't done for a long, long time.

Actually, Draco couldn't remember the last time he'd smiled properly over a nice thought. A genuinely nice thought, not one about terrible things happening to Potter or his father, even though to be fair, those were quite pleasing.

Draco just couldn't understand what Hermione was doing to him or why he was letting himself fall in deep. It was very out of character and although he wasn't one hundred percent comfortable with it, he didn't really want it to away either.

Draco wondered what other sort of feelings Hermione could ignite for him and was just about to start imagining something incredibly pleasing when he heard the voice that usually makes him cringe.

"Malfoy?"

Draco turned. The voice was hard and cold but unmistakable. He turned and saw Hermione, wrapped in her school cloak and dappled in the silvery moonlight. He looked at his watch.

"You're half an hour late," He said, careful of which tone he used. It was cold but forgiving. Hermione furrowed her brow.

"You're lucky I turned up at all," She said hotly. "I don't make it a point to meet with a Slytherin in the dark. Especially you."

"What's the matter? Couldn't drag yourself away from Weasel and Potty?" Draco spat back, forgetting himself. It was amazing how quickly she could manage to rile him up. Draco realised himself and cleared his throat. Hermione looked furious.

"Sorry," He muttered, looking at her. Her angry stare faltered momentarily but was soon restored without fail.

"What have you got to say to me because I haven't the time to stand around. If you haven't forgotten we are Head Girl and Boy and have duties you know," Hermione replied shortly, arms folded tightly across her chest.

"I, ah, sit down," Draco instructed, mainly stalling for time for he was still unsure how to address the problem between them.

Hermione said nothing but sat down anyway. Draco sat next to her, be it with one seat separating them. Hermione sighed impatiently and rolled her eyes.

"About today. And the Boggart," Draco said, deciding to get some courage finally and dive straight in. He couldn't beat around the bush any longer, he was starting to annoy himself now.

Hermione turned her head quickly as he spoke and watched him. Draco looked to her and self consciously looked down at the ground. He could feel her eyes boring into him as he continued to speak.

"I'm sorry about that. I, I don't know why it happened. Probably a defect cast off Lupin dragged up from somewhere," Draco continued. Inwardly, he sighed. What a stupid excuse.

"Is that it?" Hermione demanded. "You made me meet you in the dark and risk my Head Girl badge for that?"

"Yes! What's wrong with that?" Draco replied hotly. She was doing it again.

"Everything was wrong with it. For one, it's the stupidest excuse I've ever heard and I only came because I thought you'd tell me the truth about all this. Whatever is going on Malfoy, you are to sort it right here, right now," She replied angrily, shouting directly at him.

"Merlin," Draco sighed under his breath. How bossy and obnoxious could one girl be with only a few choice words?

"Speak Draco or I'm leaving," Hermione said after a few moments, her tone lower and more gentle.

"It's difficult ok?" Draco said stormily. He knew what she was doing, backing him into a corner and he didn't like it. He was supposed to be calling the shots here, not her.

Hermione was quiet and Draco assumed she knew what he was about to say.

"My Boggart changed into you because you being dead is my worst nightmare ok?" Draco blurted out. His confession was greeted by silence, which was awful. All he could do was stare down at the ground and wait.

"Well, that was obvious. Tell me something I don't know, like why?" Hermione replied a slightly mocking tone of voice. He looked to her, shocked. That was a big confession for him and all she had to say was 'that was obvious?'

"Why? Well isn't that obvious too? If you're so clever then figure it out!" Draco shouted angrily and stood up. This had been one awful mistake. He should not have done it, he should have kept his mouth shut.

"Because you love me."

Draco stopped dead in his tracks, back to Hermione. Her voice had been soft, almost sympathetic. He turned slowly and looked at her. She was standing now too, arms at her side, expressionless.

All Draco could do was stare back at her. He was speechless, mainly because he wasn't expecting her to be so openly forward about things. Anyway, was he really that obvious? And if she knew, who else did?

Hermione's mouth up turned into a lazy smile at the sight of Draco's shocked stare. Finally, she had made him speechless.

She began to walk forward, eyes still on him then she flicked them to the ground as she walked past him. Draco watched her leave without as much as a backward glance.

He sat down. What in the name of Merlin had just happened there? And what was the outcome? Did she love him too or what? What was all that knowing grin about?

Draco had set out tonight to tell it straight and get answers for his questions but somehow, just somehow he had ended with more questions and no real answers at all.

Just when he believed it could get no worse, his left forearm began burn with such ferocity that Draco grasped it and cried out with muffled pain. The Dark Lord was angry.