Disclaimer: I'm JKR. This is book 7 and I'm putting it up here just because I know noone will believe me.

Warnings: Don't smoke - smoking kills. Don't drink and drive. Don't look at me funny for becoming a phantom-fangirl. I can't help myself. I will, however, continue writing this. For as long as my angel says I can.

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6. Insignificant

"What a day, what a day…" mumbled Blaise, entering his library.

"Well, what a day was it?" came an annoyed voice from one of the armchairs, that were between of the book shells. Blaise flinched and looked at the pale boy that was sitting there.

"A perfect day, Draco," he said gently.

"What was so perfect about it?" murmured Draco, glaring at his friend.

"First, she said I looked good with my hair loose, then she corrected my essay, then we joked about dates, and then, as I escorted her back do her dorm, she gave me a kiss…a kiss, Draco."

"She did not!" Draco's eyes went large and his pale cheeks became pink.

"Did too! And she smiled and waved as I was leaving," said Blaise, puffed up with his success.

Draco stood up, watching his friend from under his brow.

"So you think this is over? Oh no, Zabini. The war has just begun. I will win her back…" he said smoothly, smirking like a devil. Blaise took a step back.

"You're insane, Malfoy," he stammered.

"So glad you noticed," said Draco calmly and walked out of the room. Blaise groaned and locked the door behind him.

"He's just kidding," he said to himself. "He'd never... hurt her. Or me, for that matter." He sat in the same armchair that Draco had taken before his arrival. He leaned back, watching at the ceiling.

The little pest... I'll teach him a lesson. Bragging about things I should be bragging about! Not for long, Zabini, not for long... oh God...

Draco gasped and leaned at the nearest wall. His breathing was shallow and fast. There it was again!

The pain.

He looked at his hand, placed oh his chest. He didn't realise it before, but that was where the pain was coming from.

My heart...? he smiled at himself.

"Oh dear, Draco, are you all right?" he tittled his head up and caught a glance of brown bushy hair before the pain forced him to close his eyes. But he suddenly got an idea.

"Don't look at me, Hermione... I'm not worthy of seeing your beautiful eyes..." he said sadly. "You love him..." He slid to the ground looking like a big pile of misfortune.

Hermione took a step forward.

"Draco..." she whispered.

"How can you still say my name, when I know you've been with him?" he almost cried, covering his face with his hands.

"Draco, please! Listen to me," she said miserably. "I wasn't with him...not really. I was only with him...to make you notice me..." He looked up and met her chocolaty eyes...

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