A/N: Lookie, another chapter. YAY! Thanks so much for all the great reviews, I feel very special. Anyway, a bit of this chapter will be filled with some angst (I will be warning ya'll…yes, I'm from Texas…if the chapter contains something other that what I described in the description. Such as if it's rated something stronger than T or in this case contains angst.)

Secrets Revealed

Chapter 2

Ron and Hermione were still all over each other a while later. I suppose that tends to happen when you keep your emotions locked inside for about six years. The moment you're finally free to do something about it, let's just say you'll do it.

In this particular situation both of them were dealing with that problem. It was worse still seeing as they were both of age and couldn't actually get into trouble for anything they were doing. They both knew this as well. Luckily, before anything too crazy happened a certain Weasley's stomach growled.

"Way to spoil a mood Ron!" Hermione playfully pushed him off of her. "I'll go make you something to eat real quick."

"But we're of age," he whined, "We can use magic without getting in trouble!"

She smiled at him shaking her head and walked off into the kitchen to prepare him one of those quick meal-in-a-box things. By the time the food was ready the poor boy's stomach was screaming in agony, but he knew better than to conjure up something to stop it. He had to wait almost twenty minutes for her to get up, cook the food and then serve it. Hermione laughed as she walked into the room and handed him a bowl. He quickly thanked her before gulping it down and refilling it magically just to tease her.

Before too long they were back on the couch with the dishes in the sink and a long-forgotten diary was in the hands of the bushy-haired girl.

"Do you think we should continue?" She asked Ron.

"I don't know," he retorted, "I didn't like the last entry much."

"What about the things that resulted from it?" Hermione purred in his ear, "Did you like those?"

He melted at the sound of that voice in his ear, "Okay, but if Ginny catches us..."

Ron's warning was ignored as Hermione skipped the last read entry and turned to the next page.

December 1, 1997

I haven't really seen Draco since my last entry. Yeah, I know it was only two days ago, but that's a long time to wait for certain things...especially when they're ones of the heart. Anyway, I saw him today in the library. Nobody else was there when I arrived; (students don't want to be spend their free time doing something productive anymore) when I looked up from my charms essay he was standing up leaning over my table. "What are you doing?" I suppressed a laugh, although I know I went about it a little too obviously. He is so cute! Okay, going back to what I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted by him... He responded to my question by replying with, "Saying 'Hi'." He smirked at me and sat down across from me. That boy is the devil in disguise; nobody can be as good looking and wonderful as he is.

"I know somebody that could be." Hermione mumbled and smiled at Ron continuing on before he knew what she was talking about.

"Really now? I have had yet to hear it come from you lips." I informed him, thinking about other things I wanted to come from them as well. "Cut the small talk Weasel." Then he smiled at me. Not smirked, smiled! His smile, how can I describe it in words? I don't mean to sound corny, but when he smiles my whole body lights up and feels tingly, in a good way.

"Wait a minute," Ron grumbled when he got to the last part, "What is that supposed to mean, Hermione?"

She laughed at his big brotherliness, "Shut up and continue reading you git."

The taller being in the room mumbled at the insult and let his eyes trace back to the last spot he has read.

"What are you here for, ferret?" I smiled back at him, finding myself staring into his eyes without either of us looking away. "I just wanted to tell Juliet thanks, for just being there." I was quite amused at that comment; I didn't really expect him to remember much of our conversation. I felt really special that he would remember it though. Maybe that is his subtle way of telling me he has feelings for me! Okay, before I get too lost into my fantasy... "I'm sure it was no problem for her." Again I smiled at him. But this time I did something very stupid, I licked my lips right in front of him. He saw me do it too, I'm sure of it! Everyone knows what that means! And now he knows about my secret fantasies of him! He's going to be using that against me now isn't he? They don't call him DAM for nothing! Oh wait, I'm the only one that does that. I guess I got a little carried away. Nevertheless, shortly after that predicament he just left. Got up and walked off with not so much as a kiss. Sure he said, "Bye Ginny, I'll see you later." But he knew that I wanted a kiss! Is that not proof of his evilness?

December 4, 1997

I haven't really talked to him much lately (by 'him' I mean Draco). When I see him randomly in the halls he smiles at me, sometimes even waves. That's if nobody is around. You see, I believe Draco plays a part. He pretends to be such an arse, (which he's very good at by the way) but I know that's not really him. I wish he would show his other side to everyone else. I wouldn't have to hide my feelings for him then. Boys are such morons, especially blonde, full-blooded, stuck up Slytherins that are oh so very kissable. I should slap myself for that last comment, but it's so true. I wish that I could just go around to people and tell them about the real Draco Malfoy, the one that doesn't hide his feelings. The Draco that I'm more than physically attracted too. That other Malfoy is appealing to the eyes. Other than that, eh. My attraction to that one existed, to say the least, but it was only skin-deep. Since last week my connection with him has grown. I feel like he has exposed me to something else nobody else knows exists, not even his parents. If only I could let that grow, maybe into a more-than-friends relationship? I can't help it, I'm a dreamer!

December 5, 1997

I had another dream with Draco last night. Well I've dreamed of Draco almost every night, but I mean I had a new dream featuring him. As I said earlier, I have no problems repeating my past dreams over and over again. Actually, I've done it a lot lately during my free time. But it's always different during the day; I don't feel the strong connection I always feel at night. I wonder why that is. To the dream before I forget...

In it I was standing under a giant sign with the word "Gryffindor" written out in big glittery letters. Around me I noticed I was surrounded by people that I know. People like my mum, my brothers, my dad, Tonks, Dumbledore, Lupin, Harry, and many other people. I didn't find it at all odd to be standing in a huge huddle under a giant sign in a room that seemed like a void of nothingness. I suppose that's a dream thing. Back to the dream... In front of me, off in the distance I saw him. He too was under a sign. Except his had the word "Slytherin" written out in glittery lettering. Next to him I saw Professor Snape, Lucius and Narsissa Malfoy, a group of Slytherin's that are usually around him, a bunch of people who were recognizably Death Eaters, then a hooded figure I assume was You-Know-Who. I looked away from him, pained to see him among such people. I tried to ignore him, pretend like I had no sort of feelings for him, but something made me look over. Even though he seemed forever away, I could see his face perfectly. So clearly the reality of it brought tears to my eyes. He was in pain, I could see it! He was struggling to get away, struggling hard to escape. Something was holding him back, but nothing had a hold on him. No wands were out and nobody was making any form of movement. But everyone around him seemed to be smirking. Were they causing him this pain? If so, how could they be doing this to him? I wanted to help him, reach him. I couldn't move though. I found myself struggling, trying to scream but not finding the words. I couldn't understand what was going on. What force was keeping me from moving towards him? After an eternity of struggling we locked eyes and I guess that it broke the enchantment because at that moment everyone else disappeared. I didn't stop to think about it though, instead I just ran. I ran as fast as I could towards him, not concentrating on anything beside him. The only thought in my mind was reaching him. When I finally did so, I noticed how much he was panting and realized that he has been running as well. We didn't give each other anytime to breathe; instead we embraced each other and pressed our lips together intensely. I explored and tasted every bit of his mouth.

"Whoa, what is this?" Ron screamed at the diary, causing the girl next to him to smile and bop him upside his head.

"It's a dream Ron." She notified him.

"But they say, 'A dream is a wish your heart makes, when you're fast asleep!' Hermione!" He exploded at her.

A strange face that Ron had never encountered before came across Hermione's face, and a few seconds later she was laughing so hard she could hardly breathe. Ron stared at her, his mouth agape. It was a few minutes before Hermione could make words come out of her mouth again. But when she finally managed to do it they came out only as, "You," followed by a long gasp which was in return followed by more laughter and the word, "Disney".

None of it made since to the poor wizard sitting next to her. It seemed like a century before she had calmed down just enough to inform him that what he just quoted was from the Disney Princess movie Cinderella. She also told him that she was laughing so hard because she never expected to ever hear something from Disney, let alone the Disney Princess collection, coming from his mouth.

"Thanks." Ron mumbled while rolling his eyes, turning a slight shade of red at this new unwelcome information. "Let's just continue reading."

Hermione nodded and again she opened the diary once having finally gained her composure. "This time no interrupting, okay?"

"I'll make no such promise." Ron snorted, folded his arms and leaned over to read the next part. Hermione just shook her head and leaned over as well.

When I woke up (stupid early morning Charms class! Don't get me wrong, I do enjoy charms...just not first thing in the morning.) the taste from the kiss lingered in my mouth. Is that weird? I mean I know I'm a witch; it might be one of my strange powers and whatnot. But what if it's not, what if something really weird is going on? It might just be me overreacting. It's just that the dream felt so real. But only the dreams I have with Draco feel this way. Scratch that, only the dreams I have of him at night feel this real. I just realized this: once I had one of those dragon dreams in which Draco accidentally scratched me, it was accidental and very lightly, I had woken up with a pain in my side. When I examined it I had a thin scratch there. I blamed it on the Quidditch practice which occured the day before, but now I'm not exactly sure. Also I'm usually able to remember most details of those kind of dreams like they really happened. Other dreams I have are easily forgotten about shortly after I wake up. Should I keep this quiet or tell someone? But who would I tell? I have to scratch off the girls of my year; I can't trust a single one of them with this information. I guess I could tell Hermione, but she's too close to Ron. I don't want to risk a slip up. Although I do trust her more than most other people, including my moronic elder brothers. All five of them, yeah I said five. Percy is just a slime that came out of my mother and stuck to her for seventeen years. I'm happy that git has finally left. Back to the original subject before I get overworked, I feel like I should tell someone. Maybe I could casually mention it to Draco, say that I'm having dreams about someone and they feel real. He's pretty smart, not as smart as Hermione, but pretty close. I guess if I catch him alone tomorrow I'll do so.

December 6, 1997

I have good news and I have bad news. But I guess I'll just go on with my day and explain it in chronological order. Today, being Saturday, I decided to give myself a break and sleep in, maybe even do an experiment with my dreams. I thought it was a good idea at the time. Well I still think it's a good idea now...but I didn't get to carry it out. When I got to the good part of the dream something woke me up. Whoever or whatever woke me is very lucky that I didn't catch a glimpse at them, or they wouldn't be around to do it again. But I was awake already and there's nothing I could do about it. Besides whine I mean. And that is exactly what I did for the first hour of the day. I stayed in my bed trying to go back to sleep, but I couldn't! It isn't fair! I had everything planned; I wanted to do a stupid experiment! Stupid whatever ruined everything! The day got better later on, thankfully, right after lunch. I walked outside behind the Quidditch Pitch and caught him sitting behind a tree sleeping. I didn't want to wake him up, he seemed so peaceful. What could he possibly be thinking about that brought such a smile to his face? I stayed out there for almost ten minutes, and still he never once stirred. I decided that since he was asleep he wouldn't notice me staring at him. So for a while I sat there cross-legged in front of him, willing myself not to get close enough to touch him. But after a while I couldn't help myself anymore. I wanted to know what they felt like. I had to know if they were anything like they were in my dreams. Before doing anything impulsive, I looked around me to make sure nobody was around. When I was positive the coast was clear I leaned over him for a quick kiss. The moment my lips touched his I saw his eyes fly open. I freaked out and ran. He didn't even give me enough time to compare kisses! Is that evil or what? The rest of the day I spent up in the Gryffindor tower. When I had to leave it I scanned each room before I entered to make sure he wasn't there. If he was then I ran off in the opposite direction, if not then I proceeded to do what I was doing. This has got to be the most embarrassing day of my entire life.

December 7, 1997

In my dream last night Draco was so different. I mean I know he changed a little after our talk towards the end of November, but in last night's dream... I don't even know where to begin! For some reason he was even more appealing than usual. I have so much to say, I can't decide if I should start with my day or the dream! I suppose since the dream happened first I'll go with it.

I was back behind the Quidditch Pitch staring at Draco, everything from yesterday seemed to be happening all over again. Once the 'kiss' part started to 'play' I tried so hard to change it. The dream me wouldn't let me though. I didn't want to relive that moment again, but I couldn't stop it from happening. This time, to prevent another moment of total embarassment, I closed my eyes as I bent down and brought my lips to his. I obviously couldn't see his eyes open this time, but I felt him jump. I flung my eyes open and started to get up and run, but as I did he grabbed by arm. "Where are you off to Weasley?" He smirked at me, obviously enjoying torturing me. Wait, I know what made him so different. This is kind of amusing; in last night's dream he wasn't one of those "Prince Charming" types of fellows. He was more like well, Malfoy. Complete and total Draco Arse Malfoy. Anyway, back to the dream... I was staring at him wide-eyed and confused. "You know if you didn't run away so fast and spend all that time avoiding me all day yesterday you might've been pleasantly surprised." "What are you talking about?" I questioned him and he laughed. "Why did you run?" I sat and stared at him, feeling a little awkward having him holding me over him like he was. He seemed to sense my lack of comfort and left me off him. But as he did his his hand moved down to my own and he laced his fingers through mine. "I guess because I was scared." I finally told him after a few moments of silence. He nodded as if he understood. "You don't have to be," He leaned close to me and whispered. "You don't have to hide it anymore." With that he leaned in the last few inches to my lips and kissed them. Afterwards I could've sworn he said something like, "Wait until it really happens."

See? My dream was crazy! Although, that was my favorite dream so far... I thought that I was crazy for dreaming something like that until later on in the day. Again I went about avoiding him until shortly after dinner. I didn't even hear him coming or anything! By the time he reached me I was cornered, the only place I could've gone was the boy's bathroom right next to where I was standing. (I actually debated running into it!) Before I could make up my mind he had grabbed my hand and dragged me into the restroom, putting both the locking and silencing charms on the door. "What was that for?" I asked suspiciously, noticeably nervous. I've read one too many stories where someone was taken into a room and the door was locked and silenced, and I didn't have my wand on me! For a split second I thought that Draco Malfoy was going to murder me and I was going to be stuck haunting the boy's toilets. I know now how stupid that sounds now, but my head wasn't on straight at that moment! "We need to talk." Was all he said and pulled me to the back of the bathroom through an invisible door. I wonder if Fred and George ever knew about the secret room behind the boy's bathroom. It wasn't anything special, just a small dark room with a bench in it. The only light was emitting from Draco's wand. Back on topic, once he had shut the door and let my hand go I folded my arms across my chest and glared at him. "You know you don't have to pull me like this when we have to 'talk' or whatever. You could just go up to me and say, 'Hey Ginny, do you think we can have a quick little chat?' It's so rude pulling someone around like that!" But before I could continue lecturing him, he cut me off, "Do you honestly think you would've come with me if I would've done that? Because I strongly doubt it." He had a point there and I kept my mouth shut, not wanting to admit he was right. "Damn it!" He hissed and I looked away, still a little embarrassed from yesterday. "It's not that Ginny," I blushed at the sound of my name coming from his lips. "I just don't know where to begin." "Is this about Yesterday?" I asked him while continuing to look at the floor, afraid to make eye contact with him. "Part of it is, yes." He nodded and took a seat on the bench, patting next to him for me to take one as well. I gladly obliged his offer and sat down next to him. "I have a few things to tell you, but I'm not sure you are ready to hear all of them yet." I nodded at that, letting him know he could take as much time as he needed to tell me whatever it is that he wanted to. "Okay, I think I'm ready now." He took a deep breath and continued, "You like me don't you." I opened my mouth to talk but he cut me off, "I don't mean like friends, I mean like do you fancy me?" I blushed and looked away from him. I knew I couldn't hide it; he did catch me on top of him yesterday. Keeping my eyes locked on the wall in front of me I nodded. "Before you get too worried, I kind of noticed last year. I just hadn't confirmed anything until yesterday." I looked over at him after that last remark, and blushed when I saw him looking into my eyes. "I don't think you should though." He whispered, this time looking away from me. "Why not?" I screamed out a little louder than intended. "I obviously can manage keeping these feelings for you inside and go on with my daily life. It's not like I'm obsessed with you or anything! It's not ruining your life is it?" He looked back at me and smiled a bit, "I guess not, but I still don't think you..." I stood up and sighed, "I get it, you don't feel the same way. I still don't care. If I want to like you I will, and there's nothing you can say that can change it." There was a few seconds of silence before he stood up and looked me in the eyes, "You're wrong." My eyes widened and my face grew hot in anger, "Excuse me? Did you just tell me that you had some affect on my thoughts?" Draco smirked at this and shook his head, "Not even in the slightest." It was a few more seconds before I got what he meant. He hadn't said that I couldn't like him; he had meant that I was wrong about his feelings. Once it dawned on me, my mouth formed a slight 'o' shape. I suppose he realized I had just figured it out because again he looked away from me. "If that's the case," I faced him toward me, "Why can't I like you?" He sighed and sat down on the bench. "I don't want to involve you in my life." When he said that it stung and I couldn't stop the tears from flowing. "No, don't cry. That's not what I meant." He reached for me, but I pulled my arm away. I went over to the other side of the room and sat down huddled against the wall. He walked over to me, but I turned away from him. "Please don't cry Ginny, I'm sorry. It's just I don't want my fathe..." It was my turn to cut him off there, "You're father? So you are a coward!" I shouted at him, "Can't deal with your own father can you?" I saw him take in a deep breath before smirking, "I probably deserved that." I nodded and glared at him. "I don't have a problem dealing with my dad on my own, but I would have a problem with him doing something to you." "What could he possibly do to me?" I questioned him. "More than you know." He sighed and put his hands beside my knees. (I was supporting my face with them.) "I'm very sorry, I didn't mean for this conversation to go this way." I looked into his eyes and the tears stopped flowing. "I'm sorry about yesterday. We wouldn't be having this conversation had I not done what I did." He laughed a little and nodded, "Yeah, that's probably true. But you don't understand, I can only be involved with one girl." It took a second to sink in, but then I thought the worst. He has a girlfriend. I can't believe I didn't think of it earlier. But he said he likes me, he just said he liked me! I found out a few seconds later I was completely insane and apparently assume things. Damn it, it's already 5:00 in the morning, and I have class tomorrow. I better hurry this entry up. Okay, I don't remember the next part of our conversation, but somehow it led to me mentioning something about my dreams. I remember Draco freaking out when he found out I had them. I remember saying something like, "I keep having all of these weird dreams about you. In some you're a dragon." When I said the last part his mouth flew opened and he stood up staring at me. I waited for him to say something but it never came. Instead he just ran out of the bathroom. He's lucky I got out of there without getting caught or...who am I kidding. I'm so confused right now. I just wish our 'talk' wasn't cut so short. I have so many more questions to ask him.

"What?" Ron blinked after reading the entry for December 7th.

"I suppose you just finished it." Hermione smiled, "I've had enough time to think about it since you're such a slow reader and all."

"I am not!" The redhead screeched at her, "You're just an abnormally fast one."

"That's true, I guess I can forgive you then."

"Forgive me?" Ron stood up fully prepared to have a row with her.

"Oh stop it, I was just ruffling your feathers." She rolled her eyes and him and set the book aside.

The other person in the room mumbled for a while before deciding to forgive her. "Okay then, about that last bit, what did it mean?"

"You didn't get it?" Hermione's eye shot out of her skull and she shook her head. "Sorry, forgot for a moment who you were."

"Would you stop that, it's getting on my nerves." He muttered, trying to get a hold of the diary.

"I don't want to continue reading right now." She smirked at him and sat on top of the book.

"Do you think I will not go after it there?" The lanky boy looked down at her and smirked back.

"Oh no, I fully intend for you to try."

"You, Hermione Jane Granger," He shook his finger at her, "Are one horrible person."

"Oh, but you love it." She whispered provocativly as she moved closer to him.

"You know I do." He whispered back and he moved closer to her.

"Well then..."

"Ha, got the book!" Ron shouted in triumph.

"Ronald Weasley! When I'm coming on to you, you will accept it gratefully and ignore everything else around you!" Hermione stood up glaring at him with her hands on her hips.

"Oh was that what you were doing?" He asked nonchalantly while pretending to read another entry in the diary.

"Oh you, you git!" She shrieked at him and stopped her foot.

"I'm sorry, did you say something?" He looked up at her with an innocent look on his face.

"Oh you are impossible!"

"I'm impossible?" Ron feigned a hurt expression and put the book down, but Hermione was too busy having her back to him and ignoring him. "How's this for impossible?" He asked while turning her around and crashing his lips down onto hers.

They stayed in that position for a few minutes making quiet noises of pleasure and tasting each other. It wasn't until an owl flew in through the window that they broke apart.

"Hedwig!" Ron sprinted towards the owl and took the note off of her leg opening it up to read it.

Ron,

Summer here's been pretty boring as well. There's nothing to do and I can't wait for school to begin. I'm sorry to here that you're having a dull summer, but at least you get to use magic. Be thankful for that! I guess I'll see you soon.

Harry

"Do you think we should tell him?" Ron looked eagerly at the figure standing next to him.

"About the diary?" Hermione asked.

"No, not the diary." Ron snorted, "About us."

"What about us?" She smirked, trying to get him to say something specific.

"You know..." He sounded a little nervous and his checks turned a little bit red.

"That I invited you over to my house so we could make-out while my parents were gone for the weekend?" She asked him with a serious face.

"No!" He sounded a bit offended at that statement.

"But I did." She replied, "Of coarse I didn't think it would actually happen, and reading the diary was the backup plan. But it was on the agenda."

"Are you serious?" He asked her his eyes opened wide.

She smirked at him, "That's for me to know."

"Well then, can I tell him?" The lanky red-head sounded anxious.

"Tell him what?" She sounded exasperated.

"I told you already, tell him about us!" Ron whined, not sure if Hermione was being playful or not.

"What about us, there's nothing about us." She mentioned to him truthfully.

"What?" Ron stared at her, evidently hurt by her last proclamation.

"You came over here, we read part of a diary, I found out you fancy me, we made out on my couch, we read some more, then we passionately kissed before Hedwig appeared." She informed him and folded her arms across her chest.

"Well when you put it that way, but I thought..." He whispered sounding a little confused and hurt.

"Thought what?" She asked, not being able to hide her enthusiasm.

"That we were together, you know, a couple or something." He whispered, a little embarrassed to have to say it out loud.

"Well, we would be, but you forgot something." She stated plainly.

"What?" He stared at her perplexed.

"Asking me."

"Oh yeah," He blushed at the realization and looked down at the ground. "Um Hermione,"

"Yes?" She inquired, pretending like she had no idea what he was going to do.

"Would you," He spoke hardly loud enough for her to hear, "You know, go together with me as my girlfriend or something."

"Thought you'd never ask." She grinned evilly. "Sure I will." She smiled sweetly and handed him a piece of parchment. "Now you can tell him."

"You're evil, you know that?" He glared and her and took out a pen from his pocket.

"Who me?" She smiled sweetly, watching him write out a letter to Harry.

"No other." He stuck out his tongue and proceeded to write to his other best friend. (The one that didn't drive him mad.) He told him about coming to Hermione's house and them finally getting together with her. He conveniently left out the whole diary business. When he finished it, he rolled it up and attached it to Hedwig's leg.

"Send him our love Hedwig." Hermione called out to the snowy owl as it flew out the window and hooted in response.

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