RECAP: After finishing detention, she headed back up to her room. It was around 9 o' clock, and she was already tired. She fiddled around with the lock, then pushed the door open, and gasped at what she saw.

Harry was there, in her apartment, but he was not alone. On the couch the two were making out passionately, and Harry had his hand halfway up the girl's shirt. But he wasn't kissing just anyone, his lips were locked with a very familiar blonde… Jessica.

Chapter 10 – Arguments

"AH!" She exclaimed, shielding her eyes and turning away. "Do you mind… getting… decent!"

"Decent." Replied Jessica. Hermione turned. They were now sitting on opposite sides of the couch staring up at Hermione innocently.

'Well Harry," Hermione began. "I guess you've met Jessica."

"Heh…" Was all Harry replied.

"I thought you were going out with Ginny…"

"No. We broke up ages ago… Didn't I tell you?"

"Um… No."

"Oh. My mistake."

The three sat in silence for a good 5 minutes before Jessica broke it. "Well… This is awkward."

"Are you two… uh… going out?" She asked, slowly.

"I dunno." Jessica replied, looking at Harry for conformation. "Are we?"

"I'd say so… I mean that was one of the best snogs I've had."

Jessica then proceeded to giggle so girlishly that Hermione's stomach churned. "Okay you two, hands off… or I might vomit."

"Ooh! Look at the time!" Jessica said, looking down at her watch. "We have classes tomorrow…"

"I don't!" Hermione replied gleefully. "I'm getting classes off for tomorrow to hangout with Harry."

"Oh, are you?" Harry asked. Hermione nodded.

"Okay, well SOME of us have classes tomorrow. So as much as I hate to, I'm going to have to say good night." She said, getting up and giving Hermione a hug and Harry a peck on the cheek. "Good night!" She skipped off to the room, leaving Hermione and Harry behind her.

"How did that happen?" Hermione asked as soon as Jessica was out of sight.

"I don't really know. I aparated here at around 7 and she was just sitting her, but when she saw me she bombarded me with questions… Like 'Are YOU Harry Potter?' and 'Did you really defeat the dark lord at birth?' and more of that type. Then the next second we were kissing… And that's all I remember."

"Harry." She said, shaking her head. "A player if ever there was one." And she wasn't lying. After the infamous kiss with Cho in their 5th year things had gone uphill. After her Harry hadn't lived another untaken moment, and clearly that hadn't changed a bit. In fact, she was completely correct in labeling him as a player, outdone only by Draco Malfoy. But unlike Harry, Draco Malfoy did not have girlfriends. He had week long flings and one night stands.

Harry chuckled. "What can I say?" He replied shrugging his shoulders. "I just love the ladies… and the ladies love me!" She punched his arm playfully.

"Let's get some rest. Tomorrow we have all day to hang out."

"Actually," Harry corrected. "We have until 3. Mrs. Weasley wants to have some kind of a family dinner."

"Alright. Well we still have until 3."

"Yes we do."

XXX

The next morning Hermione woke up late. It was nice to finally have a day to sleep in. After a quick breakfast Hermione and Harry set off to talk, and after several hours of chatting and story telling, he finally had to go, whishing her good by and telling her to do the same for him to Jessica.

Again, Hermione had detention. She was first to arrive for the second day in a row and hoped that he wouldn't arrive drunk like he had the day before. The door opened and Draco bustled in. They sat in silence for quite a while.

"Thanks." Draco mumbled quietly.

Hermione whipped around. "What was that?"

"Thank you." He forced out. "For the other night." This clearly didn't come easy for him.

She smiled and raised an eyebrow. "Ah how the mighty have fallen."

"Bite me!" He spat out quickly. "I was just trying to say something nice."

"And I'm just supposed to forgive you in the snap of a finger? Don't think that I've forgotten what you said the other day at the lake."

"What I said at the lake is nothing you haven't heard before."

"Would you mind deflating your enormous head for 5 seconds?" She asked bitterly. "Besides, just because you have called me names in the past doesn't mean its okay. You are so confusing…"

"If there is anyone that's confusing it would be you." He replied, nose in the air.

"As well as stubborn," She continued.

"AM NOT!" He whined.

"AND childish."

"Insult me all you want if it will make you feel better about yourself." He replied coolly.

"Do you enjoy provoking me?"

He turned to face her. "More than you will ever know."

"UGH!" She huffed in frustration. "Why can't you ever just be NICE?"

"Nice." He spat. "Nice is an unknown word to me. No one has ever been nice to me. It isn't nice when you and your little gang torment me, nor when my mother yells at me, nor when my father beats me. The world is not nice, Granger, and if you are nice you get chewed up and spit out. In the words of my father, 'it's a harsh reality, deal with it.'"

These words silenced her. He had never opened up to her or revealed any of his private life to her, and now that he had revealed so much, it frightened her. What was she supposed to say to that? "Uh…" She spluttered, searching her mind for something to say, but it was blank.

"Exactly." He replied.

Anger poured over her. How dare he speak to her like that? How dare he make no words come to her mouth? How dare Draco Malfoy, her enemy of 6 years, have this affect on her? She was brimming at the top and now, as he spat out his simple words, she boiled over. "You act like you have such a hard life, but I don't see it. You live in a mansion, your one of the smartest people in your class, girls basically throw themselves at you and you have pretty much the rest of your life paid threw. For once in your life Malfoy, Stop talking down to me! I may not be rich and pompous, but I'm still a human!"

"A filthy mud blooded human."

"What do you have against muggle bourns!" She yelled.

"I HAVE NOTHING AGAINST MUGGLES!" He yelled back, standing quickly and his stool falling to the floor. "I ENVY FUCKING MUGGLES! THEY HAVE NOTHING TO WORRY ABOUT! NO DARK LORD, NO ABUSSIVE FATHERS, NO MAGIC, NOTHING!" He slammed his fist down on the table.

He took a deep breath and the next words that came from his mouth were quiet and controlled. "You think you have me all figured out, but you don't really know me at all. You think I'm careless, that the world is easy for me. It isn't. You'll never know what my life is so don't judge it."

"I'm trying!" She replied desperately. "I'm trying to understand you, dammit Malfoy, I am, but you just won't let me! Don't you ever need someone to talk to? Someone to lean on?"

"I lean on myself." He hissed. And then picked up his bag and left.