violin girl: Sorry! I think I posted right before you reviewed so I couldn't reply. Please forgive me:S I just love cliff hangers.

Ashley: hehehehehe….you'll soon find out ;)

Roncrazychic: Oh I'm sure he will, who wouldn't want Ron? Lol

Phillyactress: I'm glad! Are you feeling any better?

mrs magoo: lol

ravioli and chocolate: I do feel kind of bad for Hermione in here too : ( Ahh…it's good to have the power lol.

Disclaimer: I am not J.K. Rowling, and anything you recognize in here is NOT mine. (oh I wish , I wish, I wish-nope, still nothing)

Hermione noticed Harry slowly lowering himself towards her face, and before she could stop the situation…Harry was kissing her. She was in such a state of shock, as his left hand travelled to the base of her head and slowly started massaging the tiny hairs God so decided to put there.

She couldn't stop him, she really couldn't, and it seemed that the kiss was going on for many, many minutes; however, it of course was only a few seconds. Finally, she regained herself and pushed him off of her. She got up quickly and then for a few seconds, they just stared at each other, she being completely unsure of what just happened; and Harry, looking completely guilty.

Harry, it seemed, gained awareness sooner and began…

"Hermione, look I-"

"No", she stopped him, "really it's…just…I've got to go…" And without waiting for a reply, she sprinted off through the forest once more. It wasn't until she reached a very conveniently placed log that she sat down upon it, and began to recount her very last moments, that she realized she had forgotten her robe by the rocks. Well, there was certainly no way she was going back there for now, later, she decided, was when she would go back. When she was away from Harry…Harry! She suddenly remembered why it was that she was sitting on this log, surely meant for runners on a break; it was Harry, and he had kissed her! Never would she have thought that Harry, one of her best friends, would someday kiss her. She never had thought of him of anything more than a friend, and was hoping sincerely that she did not give off any indications otherwise.

'What if you did though', she thought to herself 'what if you did, and you didn't realize it. All the times you helped him alone with homework, and laughed at his stupid jokes…it's no wonder he fell for you'

"No, it's not possible" she wondered out loud. 'Yes, it might not be possible! Ok, so lets say you in his place, and you were on top of a friend, your panting, your sweating…good God, it's no wonder he kissed you!'

Deciding that it surely was not her fault, because it's been known that Hermione is never wrong, she headed off to her heaven one last time before going to bed.

By the time that Hermione got to her heaven, she had brought herself into a weary state once more. She remembered that Harry would surely tell Ron of what happened, and this upset her very much indeed. She wished that there was some way she could talk to Ron before Harry found him, but certainly Harry would have been in the common room by now. Sitting on the stone edge of the fountain, she put her head into her hands and wept, for lack of anything else to do. She wept for all the untold worries that she had this past year. She wept of Ron, whom would never like her now that she kissed Harry; for never allowing herself to fully smooth things over with Viktor; for not living life to the fullest; and for it being her last year. She never, until now, wished so much that she were someone else instead of plain old Hermione.

That would soon change however.

The Lydius Markanas potion was almost finished, and she would no longer HAVE to be…plain old Hermione. Soon, she would be someone that everyone likes. She would no longer have to roam the hallways getting weird stares from people because she was "book-worm Granger", she would change in a drastic way, a way for the better.

Maybe she could get Ron's attention finally, maybe he would lean over her shoulder by the common room fire, maybe, and he would lean in towards her face and…

"Why the long face Granger? Did your lover boy tell you he hates you?"

Malfoy was standing right next to her…how long was he there for?

'I bet he was there to witness me crying, oh, I'm sure he had a hay day with that one.'

"Shove off Malfoy", said Hermione, "I don't need your ferret-face around me at the moment!"

Draco was taken a back; he could not believe what she had just said to him. What right did she have to talk to him like that? All right, so he had interrupted her little cry fest, but so what? It was probably over Weasel anyway.

"Jesus Christ Granger, let me guess, poor little Mudblood tried to pick up the Weasel and got rejected. I knew he had it in him, realizing what you would do to his blood…dirty it up, that's what. Although, I'm not sure his blood isn't already tainted, get my drift?"

That's when it happened, the next thing Hermione knew she had pushed Draco to the ground and was trying to beat the living daylights out of him. She flung her arms every which direction possible, trying with all her might to come in contact with his face every once in awhile. It wasn't long however, before the tables were turned and she was the one on the ground while Draco was on top of her, holding her arms to her side.

"Get off me!" She yelled, for not the first, but second time that night. "Get the bloody hell off of me!"

For minutes it seemed that she was not going to give up the fight, and kept wriggling around underneath him. Finally, she gave up, closed her eyes, and started weeping once more…now for a different reason altogether.

"Granger, what's gotten into you?" Draco asked, confused even more by her odd behaviour.

"I wish you would leave me the hell alone Malfoy!" She cried. She was struggling underneath him, trying to get her arm free to wipe her eyes from her tears.

"Is it because I'm asking you the truth Granger? You can't handle the fact that I KNOW about you and Weasel? Come off, the whole damn school knows!" He lessened his grip on her and leaned back a few inches.

"It's not like that!"

"I'm sure it's-"

"It's not!" Hermione yelled, pushing Draco off of her now and pushing him into the side of the fountain, "It's not my fault Ron will say no to me or won't ask me out! He probably thinks that Harry and I are seeing each other! And…and now I'm sure he thinks it, what with Harry telling him how he kissed me tonight and…oh."

She had stopped talking; she realized that she just told her enemy about her encounter with Harry, and her true feelings about Ron! She looked at Malfoy; saw his dirty jeans from being pushed up against the fountain, and noticed hers were the same. They were an awful mess, and the fact that he wasn't saying a single thing just made the matter worse. Before she knew it, she was bawling again, for what seemed the 100th time that evening.

Malfoy reluctantly grabbed her shoulders after 5 minutes of her sobbing, and shook her.

"Granger, get a hold of yourself, what do you mean Potter kissed you?"

"You know exactly what it means Malfoy. God, how could I…I shouldn't have…I…I…" It was too much for her, she couldn't talk, and it was just making her remember what had happened a few hours ago.

Malfoy stopped shaking her, which wasn't very hard to begin with, and looked at her.

'God, she was a total mess' he thought. Without really thinking about what he was doing, or what she would do, he pulled her close into him and gently rubbed her back in a soothing manner.

"Ok Granger, why…why don't you tell me what happened, and please, not too many details" he smirked at her, getting her to smile just a tad bit.

For 10 minutes, Malfoy acted very un-Malfoy like, and listened. He listened to Hermione talk about playing Quidditch to impress Ron, how her broom went wacky, and how Harry ended up kissing her at the end. She even told him about how she was worried what Ron would think.

"Maybe Granger," Draco said after listening to Hermione, "what I mean is…are you sure that he kissed you because he likes you?"

"What do you mean?" she asked.

Draco stopped for a moment and thought about how he was going to phrase this, "what I mean," he said slowly, "is…when he kissed you…what was it like?"

She looked at him, 'what was he getting at?'

"Again Malfoy, WHAT do you mean?"

Draco looked at her and Hermione suddenly felt very scared, she had no clue what was going to happen. Well…she kind of did…but she didn't want it to happen twice. There was no way this could happen twice, was there?

Before Hermione could stop him, Draco leaned in towards her and planted his lips on hers.

'Oh my god…what's happening? Dammit, why can't he just leave me alone? And why can't I stop him!' Hermione was thinking all of this while Draco kissed her, ever so softly. He gently bit her bottom lip and kissed the bruise he made while his hands cupped her cheeks and his thumbs slowly circled on her skin. To her, the kiss seemed to last forever, and it was none too soon when he let up.

"Was it like that?" he asked, looking at her in a way Harry did right before…well, you know.

'Oh god….what do I say, I don't want him to think I liked it…but it was exactly how Harry kissed me. This day is just never going to end is it?'

Hermione looked at Malfoy for just a little bit longer. She noticed how his hair shined in the rays from the setting sun.

"Yes, Malfoy," she said finally, "that was exactly how he kissed me." Her voice was nothing more than a whisper because she was ashamed.

She was ashamed for everything that happened tonight, although she couldn't control them. She was so scared what would happen when Ron would find out.

'My god, he going to bloody hate me that's what! How could I have been so STUPID and not kicked them away?'

Evidently Malfoy noticed the way she was sitting there, all sad and depressed like, with tears forming in her eyes.

"Granger?" he asked

Finally she seemed to snap back into reality. She had to leave; she needed to get back to her dorm to think before Ron said something to her. She had to figure out what to do with Harry.

"I…uh…I need to go Malfoy. Lots of homework you know. Tests…lots of them…"

With nothing more said, she got up and started walking away when she felt Draco grab her sleeve again.

"Granger…I'm sorry, I don't know what came over me. Just…there is no need to, you know, say anything…get my drift?"

She looked at him, and anger started swelling inside of her. How dare he try and hide it just like that (not that she didn't want to-but that's beside the point) when he was the one to start it.

Putting the anger aside, so as to not cause another argument, Hermione just pulled her arm out of his grasp slowly and looked at him again.

"It's fine Malfoy; it was probably the mood, with the sunset and the emotions and all. Teenagers go through this thing all the time. I really need to go though."

"But…" Malfoy started.

"No, I really do…I'll see you around."

With one last look at him, she turned around and headed back towards the dormitory, having a feeling of despair and guilt and a great deal of nerves all at once.

She loved Ron, she really did. How was he ever going to love her now...

A/N: This made me sad you guys, it really did. I love the sad stuff lol. It might be a week or less before I update again, this being midterms this week at college. BUT, I should be able to write some while I get mad at math and anthropology papers. : )

I hope you guys review, I love hearing from you all! Lol.