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A/n:Hey! Uhm... I'm trying to work here as fast as I can. I apologize for submitting late so please hang on...ü Oh, and thanks for the reviews.ü I'll try to submit two chapters at once again so... there. Sorry If this chap sounds stupid.ü

By: Aningme

Chapter 12

Dilemma

He's an asshole. He did nothing but make her feel stupid. Every single TIME! His eyes were melting her away, his silver eyes. His face was nothing but a blank expression.

But she never knew he was smiling deep inside.

He was right all along. She was just torturing him. He was damn right.

"So…" He started. "Would you care for a dance?"

Hermione stared at him. Appalled. "Didn't you hear what I said?" She asked, questioningly. It was as if he doesn't care at all.

"I hear you." He answered, maintaining his blank face. "I hear you very well, if I might add."

"You won't say anything about it?" She muttered. She just couldn't believe him.

"Say what? I have nothing to say." He muttered and stood up, extending a hand to her. "Now, and again, will you care for a dance?"

She stared at him and shook her head, defeated. She just doesn't know what to expect from this man. He's full of mysteries.

She finally stood up and took his hand.

Walking towards the dance floor, they stood face to face first, not knowing how to hold each other. It was, actually, their first together dance. Panic with a dash of adrenalin in their blood was inevitable.

Finally, after a full minute, Draco reached out for her right hand, placing it on his shoulder. He then took her other hand and held it gently, slowly leading her with the rhythm of the music, generating a space between them. He didn't want to go on a fast mode on her. He had to be gentle.

She couldn't look at him. She felt entirely embarrassed, feeling her blood flush up on her cheeks. She never expected to open up her backdoor at him like that. Not at all. It was just an accident. Yeah, an accident. She comforted herself.

"Relax. Loosen up. It's not like you haven't danced with a guy before." He whispered as she glared at him. He never fails to insult her every time. Though, thinking about it, it wasn't supposed to be that insulting. She guessed she just hates him. They were destined to hate each other, anyways.

Slowly looking up at him, she forced herself to gaze in his eyes. And to her surprise, she was suddenly dazed, his eyes full of colors, colors playing around his pupils. She watched as the steely coldness of his eyes melt into comforting warmth. It melted her right then and there.

"I'm sorry…" She suddenly whispered. She felt like floating in thin air, flying with him. She didn't know she was speaking. "I'm sorry for everything…"

He slowly smiled, not a smirk, not a sneer, but his real smile. As they waltzed around the floor, he closed the space between them. He slowly, placidly, slid his hands down her arms, leading them to his neck. And meekly, he snaked his on her waist.

She closed her eyes and rested her head on his shoulder, their bodies perfectly fitting each other. She could feel his warm breath on the back of her neck. She could feel his steady heartbeat beat against hers. She could smell his sweet fragrance, some kind of vanilla and lavender, and felt the softness of his skin.

"I should be the one to apologize." He hissed in her ear. "Please forgive me. For all accounts. For everything."

She smiled at that too. Reconciliation seemed okay.

Driving her home, they both stood before her front door, staring at each other. They felt awkward at first, with all the apologies and stuff. But that was natural. It wasn't like they were falling for each other or anything. Well, wasn't it?

"So…" He broke the silence. "I'll see you tomorrow?"

"Yeah, same time." She nodded and smiled at him. "Goodnight, Malfoy." She turned to her door and unlocked it. But before she could open the door, Draco held her arm and turned her to him.

"What is it, Malfoy?" She asked, mildly surprised. She waited for his reply.

He just stared at her. No words seemed to form in his mouth. He slowly stepped closer to her, and leaning over, brushed her hair away from her face.

She suddenly tensed, realizing he was going to kiss her. She shut her eyes tight and slowly leaned back, away from him. She wasn't ready yet, not now.

Sensing her leaning away, he smiled and pecked her cheek. He didn't expect her to be ready for that. Not now that Harry's still in her mind. In her heart…

She exhaled, settled herself and smiled. That was a close call.

"Goodnight, Granger." He whispered and turned on his heel, walking off.

She let her eyes follow him for a while.

Abruptly entering her home, she panted. Her heart was suddenly jumping; her stomach was tied in knots. Adrenalin was running in her veins.

No, this is not happening. She told herself. She ran towards the stairs and slipped in a window in her room, reaching her roof. She stood up to the heavens and prayed to Harry.

"Harry…" She started, closing her eyes. "I'm sorry…" She muttered. The cold wind of winter caressed her cheek. "You know I will love you always… You know that… But…" It was hard to say. "Why am I feeling this?" She shook her head.

She realized she was falling for Malfoy.

A/n: Wahahahahah! The Dilemma has arrived!

Anyways, I won't be able to post personalized messages here again because the internet card is not mine and I shall hurry up before I consume all the hours so... there. I'm really sorry guys.

But for hplucky, since you asked a question I ought to answer them.ü So:

Hints of Harry's death will be postedon the next chap. I have written them already so no need to worry about that. The full story of Harry's death might be narrated maybe at the end of the story. But the hints might be okay already. So... there.ü

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