Disclaimer: I do not own them. Simple enough.

Author's Note: I'm so sorry! I really am! I've been so super busy with my little brother than I haven't had a second to myself. Now that Daren was born I have to watch Andy and make sure he doesn't kill himself somehow and we have a bunch of other stuff going on and it's all most impossible to sit down and type up a chapter. I hope this mushy-ish chapter makes up for all the time I've spent apart from everyone. Lady-Sanctuary: Wow, I made you cry?! I feel soâ€for lack of better word, powerful. That's weird I know, but I don't really ever make people cry. At lest I try not to. Thanks for the review you made me really happy! Till Death due Us Part and Marie: Thanks for the wonderful reviews! Inandout: Thanks for your faithful reviewingness! I love it when you review! WARM FUZZIES! Doriansportrait: Thanks for the complement on the out of character-ness. They'll be more like themselves some other time, but not now. I do get your point on the Patil Patel thing but Patil is their last name. You don't change the spelling of last names. Brooks: Ta-da! â€that's all I really have to say ;) Plus if Daren could talk, I'm sure he would say hi back lol. ChilLinPNaY: Your way would be better, come to think of it. I'm not the best for rating myself on things :P but thanks for reviewing. I love yours! Celtic Angelic Witch: Hmâ€let's countâ€six actually. Wow, that's a lot huh? My parents must be brokeâ€never really thought of that beforeâ€Hm

Warnings: Romantic-ness. Lots of it, baby!

Romeo and Juliet

Hermione ran out to the gardens trying to get away from everyone. She passed countless couples making out in the rose bushes and tried not to be appalled by them. They were having a good time while she was suffering. She continued running until she was almost on the edge of the forbidden forest.

She took one gigantic sweep of her arm and threw snow all over the ground. She kicked at the statue of cupid and broke countless flower stems trying to get rid of her anger and sadness. Nothing was helping. She needed Harry to be there so she could really tell him off for hurting her so much. That would only get rid of some of the anger though. She would also need Ron there. And the bastard Voldemort. She could really tell him off!

Hermione fell to her knees sobbing. She shook with sobs and rocked back and forth because of the cold. Her mascara was running and she knew it. She didn't care though; no one was around to see her. Her dress was being ruined and it pained her more and she sobbed for that too. She shook so hard with sobs that she thought her frame would break in half.

She was crying so hard that she didn't hear Draco come up behind her out of breath. He had run all around the gardens looking for her. He knew she would come out here. She came here when she needed to get away. It was either here; the library, or the astronomy tower, and he figured he would check here first. He sighed a breath of relief when he found her.

He took off his jacket and put it over her shaking form. Hermione looked up when she felt the warmth of something around her arms and looked to see where it had come from. She saw Draco's calm pale face and smiled to herself.

"Hermione," he began but didn't finish his sentence because she wrapped her arms around him hugging him tightly. He wrapped his arms around her somewhat uncomfortably but soon hugged her back. Hermione cried until she thought there weren't any tears left to cry. She looked up at Draco. He smiled down at her.

He cupped her face with his hands and rubbed the tears and mascara away. "You look like a fallen Angel," he said laughing slightly.

Hermione laughed. No one could make her feel like Draco did. "Hermione, about what happened back there," he said looking at her fearfully. He didn't want her to start crying again. It hurt him to see her sad. Hermione didn't cry though. She just looked away. Draco put his hand under her cheek and brought her face back to his. "He was way out of line," he continued.

Hermione's eyes had new unshed tears shining in them, but she didn't let them fall. Instead she listened to Draco intently. "You shouldn't have died. I hope you don't mean what you said."

"But, I do," she said looking at him with all seriousness. "If I had died none of this would have happened!"

"Exactly."

Hermione looked at him her eyebrows fused together in thought. What on Earth could he mean? Did he want her to be enemies with her best friends now? Did he want her to suffer? Was he turning back into the old Draco that she hated? "But---"

"If you died I never would have gotten to know you," He finished. Hermione turned and looked at a rose bush beside them a blush growing on her cheeks. That's why he wanted it to happen. It was a blessing in disguise.

"Hermione, getting to know you was one of the greatest things that has ever happened to me. When we first met I hated you for being friends with Potter. I hated how you knew everything. I even hated that you didn't care that I hated you," he laughed. Hermione smiled slightly. "But this year has been different. I'm not the immature little snot nosed brat I use to be."

"Now you're the mature snot nosed brat." Hermione said laughing. Draco smiled at her.

"Yes. And that's what's different. I don't hate you for being friends with Potter anymore."

"Because I'm not," Hermione explained.

"And I don't hate you for not caring that I hate you, because I don't hate you anymore."

Hermione laughed shortly. "You still hate me for knowing everything?"

"Only a little," he replied huskily kissing her shortly.

"Hermione, you're a great person and if Potter doesn't see that then it's his loss," he said putting her hair behind her ear. "And because you're such a great person...I was wondering...if you would like to spend Christmas Holiday at my house?"

Hermione blinked slowly. Did he just invite her over to his house? But a death eater lived there! He would rip her apart if he found her there. Draco had already said that his mother wasn't someone to be feared, but Hermione wasn't sure. "But what about---"

"Only my Mother will be there, and maybe one of her friends. But it will be ok. My mother wouldn't tell anyone about you. She hates my father."

"Then why is she still married to him?"

"Because she needs to be. It's nothing to talk about right now though," he said standing up and offering a hand to Hermione. She gladly took it and smiled at him.

"I'd love to come," she said.

"I have something for you. I was going to give it to you at the dance, but I don't think you want to go back in there now," he said pulling out a box from his pocket. Hermione looked at him for a moment. He seemed sincere enough.

She took the box and weighed it in her hand. It was very light and didn't give away to what was inside it. She undid the pretty blue ribbon that was wrapped around it and snapped open the lid.

Inside was a single lavender rose. Hermione took it out of the box and examined it. There seemed to be nothing extraordinary about it. She looked at Draco. He blushed a little. Hermione smiled, never before seeing him blush. "It's the rose that you threw on the ground that day," he explained. "I trimmed it down a bit so that it would fit in a pocket."

Hermione put it behind her ear. It looked marvelous with her dress. She smiled. Draco smiled too.

"Can I have this dance?" Hermione asked offering her hand to Draco. He looked at her hand for a moment.

"Hermione, there's no music."

"Just imagine it," she said bringing him toward her. She put one of her arms around his neck and the other he took in his hand. He put one hand around her waist and the other held her small hand in his. Their hands fit perfectly together. Hermione rested her head on his shoulder and Draco put his head on top of hers. Her hair smelled of fresh rain waters in the tropical forest. He closed his eyes enjoying her scent.

They swayed back and fourth to the sound of no music. They imagined it all in their head and danced on for hours. Hermione didn't grow tired and neither did Draco. They didn't want the dance to ever end.

LINE

Pansy and Blaise crept out of the dance to find Hermione. She had been gone for two hours now and no one they talked to had seen her. Justin Flinchfetchy said she had bumped into him on her way out the door but didn't know where she went.

The two had already searched the library and checked in the Slytherin Common room. Hermione wasn't to be found.

"Let's check in the Astronomy Tower," Pansy suggested. Blaise nodded and then remembered what had happened the last time Hermione had been upset.

"Pansy! She might jump!" Blaise set off at a run toward the tower, Pansy right in tow. They got to the tower and were dismayed to find that Hermione was not on the balcony.

They ran onto the balcony and fearfully looked down. They couldn't see Hermione's form on the ground and let a sigh of relief out. "But where could she be?" Pansy asked scratching her head.

"Right there!" Blaise said pointing to Hermione and Draco dancing by the cupid statue. Pansy followed her gaze and smiled.

"So they finally got together, huh?"

"Aw, it truly is like Romeo and Juliet," Blaise said having a love struck look in her eyes.

"Who?"

Blaise blushed. "It's a muggle thing. A play about two lovers. They came from almost two different worlds. Their families hated each other, but they found the courage to love each other. The forbidden love."

"That sounds like a good play! What happens in the end?" Pansy asked interested.

"They die."

"And you're telling me that Hermione and Draco are just like them?" Pansy asked incredulously.

"Well, not that part," Blaise smiled as she tugged Pansy away so they could go back to the dance and leave Hermione and Draco to their privacy.

Author's Note: YOU KNOW THE DRILL!
PLEASE REVIEW!!!!