Chapter 35 – You

Hermione sat up, overly alert at hearing Draco's door open and then close again, then the portrait do the same. Where was he going at this hour of the night? And more importantly… Why did she care? But she knew the answer to this question. She wanted… needed to talk to him. To make things right. She didn't know why she needed this, but she needed it more than anything. Slowly she rose out of bed and rushed out of her dorm and into the deserted hallway's. It was past hours, and she couldn't help but mentally scold herself and Draco for that matter for disregarding the school rules. She craned her neck, and finally caught a glance of the blonde boy rounding a corner. She hurried after him, but not too quickly for fear he would see her. A shiver ran up her spine, and she clutched her shoulders, vaguely aware that she had left her room in only her pajama's and bare feet. She followed him closely, every step she took, the question of why this meant so much to her tossing about in her head.

Finally he slowed, glancing behind him and causing Hermione to dart behind a statue, then entering a deserted classroom next to the transfigurations classroom. Why was he going in here? What business did he have in a deserted classroom? She did not know. But she did know that she needed to talk to him, and she needed it to be now. Slowly, she drew a cold hand away from her shoulder and twisted the door knob. The door creaked open and–

Her breath caught in her throat, her heart thudding to a stop and she froze, staring at the sight in front of her.

Pansy was pressed up against the wall, completely naked except for a skimpy excuse for underwear, and Draco stood in front of her, clad only in boxers, both hands on the wall around her head. At hearing the door open, they had both looked up.

Hermione's mouth bobbed open and closed a few times before ending up open, and she gaped at them dumbly. The three remained frozen like that for several minutes before they all realized what was happening and sprung to life.

Pansy emitted a high pitched shriek, pushing Draco's arms down and running behind him to cover her nudeness. "Well… get the filthy mudblood out of here!" She yelled.

"Why would you barge in here without even knocking? What the hell is going through your mind?" Draco asked angrily.

Hermione remained still, then in seconds felt her face flush. "I… I…" She said weakly, her eyes still as wide as ever. "I just…"

"Just what?" Draco demanded.

"Just… just… just was looking for my books." She said unconvincingly. She was very disoriented. "I…" She was dizzy. She didn't know what was happening.

Draco looked at her. "Pansy." He said softly. "Leave."

"What?" She asked flabbergasted. "Why are you telling me to leave?"

"I need to talk to granger. To set her straight." He said in a menacing voice.

Pansy grinned evilly. "Alright Drakie…" She kissed him on the cheek. "You know where to find me when you want to finish what we started." She winked, grabbing her clothes and slipping out the door.

After he was sure she was gone, he turned to Hermione. "What the hell are you trying to pull, Granger?" He asked.

"I… I told you… I left my books." Her voice was unusually high and light.

"Left your books in a deserted classroom?"

She said nothing.

"I know you weren't looking for your books. Why did you follow me?"

Again, nothing.

"What do you want?" He demanded.

She swallowed hard, feeling tears rush to her eyes roll down her long lashes as she blinked. "You." She said, her voice raw with emotion.

He stared at her, showing nothing on his face. She wanted nothing more than to be able to know what he was thinking… to be able to read his expression, but there was none.

Finally he spoke. "Well you can't have me." He said, his voice a bit shaky, as if he were unsure of himself for the first time in his life. "You made it quite clear, we shouldn't be together. We are two different people, I am a respectable pureblood, where as you are nothing but a mudblood." He knew how harsh his words had sounded once they escaped his mouth.

Tears spilled down her cheeks and she shook with a sob, turning, and running out of the room.

He hadn't meant what he said. He didn't know why he had even said it… perhaps for pride. No girl had ever dumped him before, never. It had always been him saying it was over. Was this how it felt? If it was, then he regretted it. He wanted to kiss her again. He wanted to apologize. But it was too late… she was gone.

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"Hermione? Hermione!" Jessica yelled, shaking her awake.

Hermione groaned, throwing a pillow over her head. "Not now." She mumbled.

"But Herms… its 9:00."

"9:00?" Hermione exclaimed, jumping out of bed. "Why didn't you wake me up?"

"I tried! But you kept telling me to go away! Are you okay? You look all… sickly."

Hermione glared at her. "Thanks." She said sarcastically.

Jessica rolled her eyes. "Don't take it that way."

"How am I supposed to take it?"

"Just… look in the mirror."

Hermione did as told. Her hair had fallen half way out of her bun, and several curls stuck up at odd angles, and her face was paler than usual, cheeks rosy and eyes red and swollen. "Okay, you're right." She admitted.

"What's wrong Herms?" Jessica asked, sitting next to her on the bed and placing a comforting hand on her shoulder.

Hermione felt her eyes well up and knew she was going to cry. "Nothing." She choked out.

"It's clearly not nothing…"

"Really! It's nothing!" Hermione said, wiping away at her eyes.

"Is it that boy? Drayo?"

"No. No it's not."

Jessica looked at her unblinkingly. "You're lying to me." She said quietly.

"Yeah…" Hermione said, tears falling from her eyes. "I am."

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"You okay, mate?" Asked Blaise, looking over at Draco.

"Hmm? Oh… yeah. Why wouldn't I be?"

"Well for one you haven't said anything for the past half hour, and for a second thing, you are actually doing your homework."

Draco looked down at his almost completed assignment and frowned. "What's wrong with me getting ahead on my studies?"

"There's nothing wrong with it… it's just not very you."

"Drop it Zabini."

Blaise held his hands in the air. "Okay, okay." He sat back, putting his legs up on the table and resting his hands behind his head. "Sooo… tell me, Drake, who's your latest fuck?" He smiled mischievously.

"Raya smith."

Blaises eyes grew wide. "That's what you said last time! And that was at the beginning of the year! You haven't done anyone new? Now I'm really worried… do you need me to go get Madam Pomfrey? Are you sick? You are kind of looking pale…" He rushed over and felt Draco's head.

"Get off you fag!" Draco said pushing Blaise off him. "Of course I'm not sick. I've just been taking a break from sex."

"Drake… what's gotten into you? This isn't the Draco I know… you would NEVER give up sex! Not for anything! Unless…"

"Unless what?"

"Unless this is about a girl."

"Don't be idiotic."

"No… I think it is about a girl!" He said, squinting and trying to read Draco's expression. "Yes! Behind that stony façade I defiantly see some desire!" He pointed at Draco's eyes with an aloof grin.

Draco rolled his eyes.

"Is it Parkinson? Or that one girl… Karina Pulsby… no. Neither of them. Could it be… could it possibly be… the mudblood?"

"No!" Draco snapped quickly.

"You're lying!" Blaise shouted in awe. "You like her, don't you, you dirty son of a bitch!"

"I don't like her!" Draco said in annoyance.

"Ahh… so then you and the wife had a little fight then? What about Drake? And is it mendable? Perhaps marriage counseling?"

"I don't have feelings for the mudblood! And even if I did… it would work out anyway. We are too different."

Blaise sat down, and when he spoke, it was in a more serious tone. "Talk to her. You can fix it… whatever it's about. You are Draco Malfoy… I've seen you seduce people just as strong willed as Granger."

"I don't like her!" Draco persisted, standing and gathering his books. "I've got to go… class." He gestured to the clock. He walked over to the door, then paused. "Zabini?"

"Hmm?"

"Thanks."

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Hermione was lying in bed. She hadn't felt like going to class today… and she couldn't bring herself to get up. So she lay there, with nothing but her thoughts to haunt her. All of a sudden the door burst open, revealing a slightly disheveled but still very cute Malfoy.

Her heart dropped at seeing him and she clutched the covers up to her knees, trying her best to seem normal. "What do you want Malfoy?"

He stared at her stonily, his grey eyes bearing into her. "You." He said strongly, and with that he had closed the distance between them, placing his lips which she had longed for for so long onto hers.

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A/N: Aww… I liked parts of this chapter, but I'm still not at my best. Hopefully I will soon be rid of this writers block… Anyway! Hope you enjoyed the chapter… 7 reviews at least before an update please! Oh ant P.S…. Sorry I didn't do shout outs… I was too lazy and wanted to get the chapter up as quickly as possible.