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A/n: Life is life. Thing's are doing no good!

Sorry guys… I am insane right now. I lack sleep last night so I am sorry if it is… well… stupid.

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By: Aningme

Chapter 11 (Wow! It's already long!)

Dilemma

She usually wakes in the morning with a head ache. But this time, it's not just a normal head ache-head ache. It's a killer head ache that when you blink, your head snaps in pain. She moaned at first, as usual people do when they're hurt, and ran for the bathroom. She could feel her puke climb up her esophagus. It must be the work of the alcohol.

Spewing all her guts, she gasped for breath as she stared down the toilet bowl. She couldn't stop puking. And her head was still killing her. She remembered nothing of the day before. Only Malfoy, Ginny, house, wine, TV, Malfoy…

Did she get drunk again?

Maybe she did. She won't puke for no reason.

Wait, if I was with Malfoy… No… I was in Ginny's house… yeah… And we went shopping for the baby… no. That was last weekend. I… I was watching TV here at home… no. In Ginny's home… With Malfoy… and wine… YES!... there was wine… and food… no… no food… only talking… yeah… Ginny and me… yeah… with Malfoy…

She was slowly regaining knowledge of what happened that day before. She just sat there beside the toilet bowl on the floor, thinking.

"Are you alright?"

She suddenly jumped up as she heard the man's voice. She didn't remember anyone visiting her that night. But as she stared at the man, her vision cleared, her eyes stabled. It was Malfoy.

"You're still here?" She mumbled. She grabbed on the sink as her knees wobbled and jabbled. Her head was never endingly murdering her.

"Hey, take it easy." Draco said as he walked to her, assisting her to her room.

It was all confusing.

"What happened last night? Why are you here? What time is it? Why are you here?" She blabbered. She's way wasted than she thought.

Letting her sit on her bed, he knelt down before her and stared at her. "You were drunk. I brought you home. It's 5 in the morning." He answered. "And I'm still here because I can't leave you like this. Why did you ever think of making yourself drunk? Don't you know your limit!"

He sounded angry. Well, he always was. Does he? Or was it before? Why is he angry? She was out of her thinking.

"What? Why are you angry?" She mumbled, her body swaying. She was a little dizzy with the Sober Up he gave her. Medics always does that to her.

"Look at you. Last month you scolded me for doing junk in my life. Well, look at you. You're as bad as I was before."

She stood up and glared at him, still swaying. "Listen, you… you… you imbecile!" She was angry too. "I don't know what the hell you are talking about. But my life is my life. You know nothing of me. And you can't judge me like that." She suddenly stumbled, luckily being caught by him.

"Well, see for yourself! Look at the mirror and see your broken self! There is more to life than that Hermione!" He stood up too, face to face. He suddenly didn't know what he was saying. Perhaps because of his lack of sleep. All he did that night was watch her, watch her sleep. "I'm… I'm sorry…" He mumbled and turned away, grabbing his coat. "I better go. You rest yourself and get better." He said and walked for the door. "See you around, Granger."

Hermione just watched him leave. That was weird.

After a few moments, she found herself sober enough to go to work. She grabbed her coats and went straight to the hospital.

Being greeted by Mrs. Dubley, everything seemed fine. She visited her patients, as she always does, and met new ones, either from the emergency room, or the checked in patients. She just loved her work.

But then, something bothered her.

Every time she saw her bloody patients, she remembered Him. Well, it was actually Hims. There are two, you see. And she didn't know why or how did it even happen.

She admitted she didn't know what happened that night. She couldn't ask Ginny because she knew she was asleep that time. And the only ones around were Draco and her. The only way to know is to ask him. But it's useless. He won't tell her. He's an ass. Asking him will just risk her life. Or even her pride.

But then, they didn't seem to matter anymore. She doesn't care what happened last night that made Malfoy angry. All she remembered was her dream. Her dream about Harry…

She smiled at that. It was a beautiful dream. Instead of not being able to touch him in her usual dreams, she was able to touch him, and kiss him even. She managed to ask him all the questions she wanted to ask for her whole life. And she was able to tell him that she loves him. She could still remember the way she kissed him, his taste, his warm breath…

"Dr. Granger!" Mrs. Dubley called out as Hermione walked over her counter. "What are you still doing in here dear? Your shift is over. Dr. McKinsley just arrived. He'll change shifts with you."

Hermione smiled at her and nodded. She went over the doctors' rooms and lockers and changed up in her casual clothes. She grabbed her coats again and checked the time. It was eight in the evening.

As she opened the door the way out, she was fumbling in her bag for a stick of gum. She was feeling a little hungry, but she just wanted to sleep for now. Skipping a meal won't be a sin. It was, anyway, her habit.

But then, having a difficult time to find a stick of gum, she accidentally bumped her right arm on an open door, staggering her a little to the opposite side. She almost fell over when somebody grabbed her arm. Startled, she looked up to his face.

"Bloody hell, Malfoy. Don't just show up like that." She panted, settling herself. "You scared the hell out of me."

Instead of a smirk, a laugh or a sarcastic remark, as he usually does when he scared her like that, he just stared at her and walked off. "Follow me." He said.

She looked at him and shrugged, following him.

Stepping outside, Malfoy walked to his BMW and opened the door for her. He seemed a little quiet tonight. And she had no idea where they were going.

"Where are we going?" She asked.

He just sighed and glanced at her. "I promised to take you to dinner every other night for our 3 month deal." He explained. "Now get in."

She furrowed her brows and stood still.

"I said get in." Draco commanded.

But then, Hermione shut the door closed. "Do you want to say something, Malfoy?"

He glared at her. "I have nothing to say, Granger." He opened the door again and pointed inside. "Now, get in."

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Draco sighed and shook his head. "I'm going to carry you if you still insist upon staying here outside." He warned.

"Try me. I'm heavy as a building." Hermione challenged.

He gave her a side long look. "Okay then." He quickly grabbed her and lifted her off the cement ground.

She screamed. "Let me go you egotistic, idiotic, no good bastard!"

"Shut up and just stay inside!" He answered and shoved her inside the passenger's seat, locking her in.

After a while, they entered a restaurant and sat down on a table for two.

Hermione just glared at him for the whole time.

But then as much as she tries to lure him to talk, he wasn't talking. They both ate with out speaking to each other at all. She felt a little worried at first. Then a little disconcerted. And then pissed. This wasn't the kind of date she wanted. It wasn't a date at all! It was like a game of not speaking!

But then, looking at him, he looked like he was somewhere else. His mind was drifting off. He wasn't touching his food. He was just staring at it and playing with it. She felt suddenly, and surprisingly, guilty.

She has been playing hard to get for the whole week. She brought him to places he never wanted to go. She bossed him around as if he was her slave. She even let him repair her sink, her broken computer and her light bulbs. And what surprised her is that he did them all. And yet, all she was giving him were head aches. And of all the kindness he had done for her, he took care of her when she was drunk. And to think, he got angry at her because she was drunk. He got angry at her because she didn't watch her limit, he said. And he got angry because… He cares for me? It sounded funny. It was one of the impossible. It cannot happen. AT ALL. She ignored that thought.

She looked up at him and forced herself to speak up. "Uhm… Malfoy?"

He looked at her.

"Look," She started. But then, she found herself not knowing what to say. "Uhh… you see, I know you--what's the word I'm looking for?" She sighed and shook her head. "Uhh… I mean… Oh sod it!" She gave up. She decided to be straightforward. "You don't have to do this anymore."

He kept on staring. "What are you saying?"

"I mean look at you! Didn't you have enough! Aren't you angry at me for what I've done to you? Calling you names, bossing you around! Haven't you had enough with me!" She finally blurted it out. She cupped her mouth with her hand as she realized what she was saying.

He was still staring at her, but this time, bewildered.

She finally cracked.

A/n: Longest chapter so far! Yey! Anyways…. Until the next chappie again!ü See ya!ü And sorry again if it is late. The internet card! GGRRRR! Darn it! Curses!...

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