"You were in the hospital wing for quite a while…" said Ron suspiciously. Ron liked Hermione and everyone thought that she liked him but they were oh so wrong.

"Oh, I was talking to Madam Pomfrey. You know girl stuff and problems of that sort," Hermione lied to her two best friends. Harry and Ron still looked suspicious.

"Oh…We thought you were out and about with Malfoy or something!" Harry laughed.

Hermione's stomach lurched as she stuttered, "Wh-What…No WAY!" She was absolutely horrified. "They know…just start crying and apologizing!" she thought in her mind. There were two little voices one saying to tell them and the other saying that they would murder her and Malfoy if she did tell them.

Hermione sighed; "I'm really tired…I think I'm going to bed. See you in the morning boys," she said.

The boys looked at her apprehensively and nodded. Hermione walked up to her dormitory and began to cry. She collapsed onto her bed and cried her eyes out. She couldn't just keep this secret from the boys who were her best friends. But if she told them they might not be her best friends anymore.

She loved Draco like a boyfriend. She loved Harry and Ron like brothers. They were all three very important people in her life. It wasn't fair that she would either have to keep a secret, or choose between them.

She finally drifted off to an uneasy sleep. When she awoke the next morning, Harry and Ron were standing over her. She screamed because she was so startled. "WHAT ARE YOU GUYS DOING IN HERE!" she yelled.

"We were about to wake up and tell you that you have a letter on your owl. We think it's from your parents…" Ron said his ears red at the prospect of standing over Hermione's bed in her room!

"Oh thanks boys…Well go on down to the common room so I can get dressed. See you in just a minute…" Hermione said nervously to Harry and Ron.

They left her dorm at last and she ran to the owl. She knew the whole "from her parents" thing was just a cover up. She opened it, and it was neat cursive; it was Draco's hand writing. She read the letter that said:

Dearest Mione,

I can't stop thinking about you, so meet me tonight at midnight in the Room of Requirements so you can ease my mind. I miss you. Don't forget to pretend that you hate me. I love you Mione…always have always will. For some reason, you have me in a very poetic mood…I just might write you a poem later and tell it to you tonight. I love you and please come tonight. See you at midnight.

Love always, Draco

PS: I wanted to tell you that I am not mad that I can only see you in private. It is kind of romantic if you ask me. And just to tell you, if I could only see you on a mountain, I would climb it everyday…If I could only see you in the ocean, I would swim miles everyday…And if I could only see you when I was sleeping, I would sleep forever…

Hermione sighed at the romantic letter. That last part was just so adorable and Hermione felt exactly the same. She wanted the day to hurry up and finish so it could be midnight, but then she remembered that the day had just begun. She picked up her schedule to see if they had any classes with Slytherin on Thursdays. She could never remember her full schedule for every day of the week, so she checked it occasionally.

She was very pleased to find that they had Care of Magical Creatures, Charms, Potions and Herbology with the Slytherins that day. She walked down to breakfast and saw Draco at the Slytherin table in the Great Hall. When she was sure that Harry and Ron weren't looking, she discreetly smiled and nodded at Draco to tell him that she got his letter and that she was coming.

The day seemed to drag by as Hermione waited for it to be midnight. Every class that she was with the Slytherins in, she cast many quick glances at Draco who also looked at her frequently. Occasionally, they would catch glances at the same time and smile at each other mouthing the words "I love you" when they were sure no one was looking.

They were so in love, but no one could know. Hermione just wanted to scream because she wanted her best friends to know, her heart told her to tell them. But the smarter part of her, her head, told her not to tell unless she never wanted to be with Draco again.

People had always told Hermione to go with her heart's instincts, but this was one case where Hermione just knew that her heart needed to lay low and just wait until the time was right. She didn't want her friendship with Harry and Ron to end. She valued her friendship above life.

This battle just raged in her head all day long. She occasionally found herself murmuring to herself. She glanced at the boys nervously to check that they hadn't heard her inaudible murmurs. She also found herself prepared to tell Harry and Ron, but shook the thought out of her mind as soon as she opened her mouth to say something.

"Hermione, what is wrong with you today?" Harry asked her with Ron nodding beside him.

"Oh me? Nothing, I just have a huge Ancient Runes report due tomorrow that I'm only half done with. It's just getting on my nerves that I haven't finished at least two days in advance," Hermione said thinking quickly.

Finally, dinner was over and people were heading to bed. Harry, Ron and Hermione hung back in the common room as usual. At about 11, they all went to bed and Hermione stayed awake in her bed thinking of Draco.

At last, it was 11:55, so Hermione quickly snuck into Harry's dorm and took his invisibility cloak. She walked out of the common room covered in the cloak and went to the seventh floor. When she finally reached the blank wall she thought, "I need a place where Draco and I can be in love…" A door appeared and she walked in to find Draco on a huge bed. They were in somewhat of a hotel suite. It was gorgeous. She sat down and said, "Draco, your letter was beautiful…" But he cut her off.

"Please don't talk Hermione. You always talk and this isn't like every other time in your life…" he stopped and smiled then continued, "I love you Mione…I really do…and I wrote a poem…"

Hermione blushed and said, "Draco, you didn't have to baby. Can I hear it?"

"Of course…" He took out a piece of paper and began to read:

"You

Your warm brown eyes are a welcome after a cold day.

It is in love with you that I will forever stay.

Your hands in mine are a cool summer breeze coming out of heat.

Your lips on mine are something no one could ever beat.

I've told you once, but I will tell you again.

Mione, I'm glad we are more than just friends.

Because you better know that what I'm saying is true.

When I look into your eyes and say that I love you.

When I think of you, my heart leaps sky high.

True love never ends, true love never dies.

We were born to hate each other, but in the end, it's true love.

You were the ultimate gift sent from above.

I thank God for you everyday.

For sending someone as perfect as you my way.

This love is a fire that can't be put out.

It is a never ending shout.

I will always love you in any weather.

If I could only see you in my dreams, I would sleep forever.

And after all this time, I love you still.

Always have, always will.

Because Mione, you are like a dream come true.

And when it all comes down to it, it's just because you're you."

Hermione was crying and Draco hugged her tight. "I love you Draco. It was beautiful baby," said Hermione. She kissed him on the lips and their lips both parted. Their tongues began to dance a never ending dance. They waltzed and tangoed. They did ballet and the electric slide.

When they finally broke apart, Hermione said, "Draco, I love you and you know that. But I need to figure out how to tell Harry and Ron. I can't take it anymore; they really need to know…" she said looking at Draco's grey eyes that had always seemed so cold, but now seemed alive and dancing.

He nodded understandingly. "I need to tell the Slytherins too…and if the whole world is against us, will you promise me that you will always love me?" Draco asked worriedly. He didn't want to lose her. He had never felt like this before. No other girl could ever get him to come to the room of requirements at midnight. No other girl kissed him like Hermione did. No other girl could get him to write lovesick poetry. No other girl had ever shown him true love. And he had never loved any other girl. It was because Hermione wasn't any other girl. She was special; she was different. She was perfect; they say that perfect doesn't exist, but Hermione defined perfect.

"Draco, I will always love you. I won't let anything come between me and you. Like a great poet once said, true love never ends, true love never dies. And Draco, I do believe that this is true love. I won't let it end…" Hermione said. She was crying her eyes out and Draco pulled her into a hug and kissed her head absent mindedly.

"You know my motto Mione. Love will always find a way…" Draco said squeezing her tiny, beautiful hands lovingly. They began to kiss again and nothing could ever replace it.

"Draco, I have a little rhyme for you too…When I'm in your arms, nothing could be better, because all I want to do is be with you…forever…" Hermione said ruffling his white blonde hair affectionately.

When they finally stopped kissing again, Hermione left saying that she loved Draco and to meet again at the same time the next day. She decided to tell Harry and Ron on break the next day. Hermione drifted quickly off to sleep dreaming of a family. This family was made of an older Draco and Hermione. They had 4 kids; two girls and two boys. The two boys looked just like Draco except they had Hermione's warm brown eyes. The girls were blonde girls with bushy hair and blue eyes. The last words of the dream came from Hermione's mouth, "Look now, we've made it…."