Disclaimer: I don't own any of this stuff, J.K. Rowling does. But you can enjoy my story using her characters anyway.

A/N: Don't worry this is still a Draco, Hermione Fic. Please read and review.

Chapter III

Then next morning I woke up to the sound of knocking at my door. It had to be Draco, no one else knew the password except Professor McGonagall and what would she want?

"Wait a second," I called as I got up and looked down at myself. I hadn't worn much to bed so I needed to find a bathrobe. I dug through my trunk and found a purple cotton bathrobe. I wrapped it around myself and opened my door.

"What," I asked.

"You overslept, I thought I should wake you up," Draco said.

"Thanks," I said lamely.

"Class starts in 10 minutes, I grabbed you a piece of toast," Draco held out the toast and I eyed him suspiciously. This was too much. I took the offered food but looked at it very closely before taking a bite. Nothing seemed wrong with the toast so I ate the rest while grabbing books.

"Ready," Draco asked.

"Lets go," I said. With that we started running. We both had care of magical creatures first. We ran all the way down many stairs and hallways. Then, once outside, across Hogwarts grounds Hagrid's Hut.

"Right," Hagrid said, clapping his large hands together. "Now that ye er all here, we'll start."

Hagrid the started to talk about some dangerous creature, but I couldn't tell you a word he said, I was thinking about Draco. I looked his way and saw he was listening but with that ugly smirk on his face. How could he be so sweet one minute and then so mean the next? This was really confusing.

Something interrupted my thoughts. Someone had curled their hand around mine. I looked down at our hands and followed the arm and neck all the way up to a face, Ron's face.

He smiled at me and I tried to smile back.

He wanted me to lean against him, I knew he did. I couldn't though. Not with Draco here so close.

Wait what was wrong with me? I am supposed to like Ron and loathe Draco, I thought. That is what I am supposed to do but I don't have to, I kept going back and forth like this in my mind until I decided Draco wouldn't see so it would be fine.

I checked to make sure Draco wasn't looking one last time the leaned against Ron. The warmth of his body felt good on this chilly autumn day. I closed my eyes and tried to concentrate on what Hagrid was saying.

Before I knew it, Care of Magical Creatures was over and I was walking, still holding Ron's hand, back to the castle.

The rest of the day was uneventful and I went to bed a little less confused than the night before.

I woke up early the next morning. After I had gotten ready for the day, I went down the common room. I saw Draco was already there.

"Good," Draco smiled up at me from his book. "I won't have to wake you up again."

I sat down next to him on the couch, right next to him. I was so close I could feel the heat of his body. I could smell him; Draco smelled of a sweet fragrance that I recognized as one of the bubble bath soaps in our shared bathroom.

"Thanks for that," I said.

"No problem," Draco replied. When he spoke, I smelled peppermint on his breath.

I leaned closer to Draco and opened my mouth to speak but Draco spoke first.

"Don't you have a boyfriend?"

"What? What made you say that," I asked, realizing only too late that I had been too obvious.

"Ron! I saw you two in Care of Magical Creatures," Draco said. So he had been looking! I mentally kicked myself; this was turning into a disaster. "You're disgusting," Draco continued. "You go out with your best friend then you make a move on another guy! I can't believe you! I mean, even I wouldn't do that." I thought about saying that he would even go out with his best friend because they were not of the female species but decided against it.

"I am only going on a date with Ron to not hurt his feelings. Anyways, if I said no, what would be my excuse? 'Yeah, I can't go because I like Draco Malfoy.'" I immediately clapped a hand over my mouth in horror. Had I really just said that? How stupid could I get? What was I thinking? Did I really mean what I said? Did I really like Draco?

I looked at Draco, who, with raised eyebrows and a devilish grin, asked, "So, you do like me?"

I quickly made a decision, I did like him. I nodded my head in reply, my hand still clapped over my mouth.

"Well," Draco said, "time for breakfast."

I was amazed at how indifferent Draco was, having just found out I like him.