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The minute the Prince of Darkness kissed the Gryffindor Princess, the hall erupted with cheers.

Everyone, besides pansy, Ron and most of the teachers were screaming with delight, and cheering. The noise was incredible.

Hermione and Malfoy pulled apart, huge grins on their faces, and looked around the hall, and the students who were clapping and screaming.

Malfoy smirked as Slytherins started slapping him on the back, and Hermione with the Gryffindors.

Hermione looked at Harry, who was smiling happily for her, and Ginny! Well, Ginny was over the moon!

Ron however, stood out like a black dot stands out in a white background. Hermione's smile faded when she saw the look on his face. His face was hard, like stone, no emotion displayed. He was staring at Hermione, not saying anything, just looking like she had some how deeply betrayed him.

Malfoy was at the same level with pansy. She looked just like Ron, although, Malfoy thought that at that moment, pansy could commit murder.

No one else noticed Ron and pansy's actions as they got from the table, pushed past the crowd, and both disappeared into the hall.

Hermione and Malfoy had seen them though.

The Gryffindor was first to move, getting quickly to her feet, Malfoy following.

As they pushed past the crowd, everyone patted them on the back, and congratulated them.

Once it was semi quiet, Hermione and Malfoy could talk with out yelling.

'Well that was unexpected.' Malfoy smirked when they were in the entrance hall.

Hermione smiled at him. 'It was. But, Ron…'

'Pansy…'

'What will your father say?'

'Oh no! Pansy's going to tell him!'

Malfoy ran full speed to the Owlery, intending to stop pansy before she did anything, or he did anything to her.

Hermione thought of where Ron might be.

The only thing her smart mind could come up with was the Quidditch Pitch.

So, running across the hall, Hermione breezed down the steps and out into the night.

She ran towards the Quidditch Pitch, seeing something moving. Hope entered her heart, and she had a feeling her mind had guessed right. She thought Ron was at the Pitch.

Malfoy ran the castle, and at his fitness level, he was at the Owlery in five minutes- which surprised even him.

He had guessed right. pansy was there, sitting against the wall, sobbing into her knees.

She had a piece of parchment and quill set down beside her, and she had written only 5 words.

Dear Mr. Malfoy,

I am

After the "am" part, the tears must have started to fall.

Malfoy walked slowly over to her, and knelt in font of her.

He lightly touched her arm.

'Pansy?' he asked softly.

Pansy's head snapped up, and she looked him straight in the eye.

'We are to be married, Draco Malfoy, and before we are, you go around kissing Mudbloods?' I will not have it! I will not be married to someone who kissed a MUDBLOOD!'

Malfoy's face was contorting of anger.

'I will not marry you, Draco Malfoy. You will forever be in shame because of it.'

'No, Pansy. I wont, you will.' Malfoy glared at her, straight in the eye. 'Pansy, you wont take this in, because your not smart enough to understand what im saying, but I'll say it anyway.'

He took a deep breath.

'Pansy, you only want to marry me because you are not smart enough to find a job, and live of your own salary. Whereas if you where married to me, you could devour my families fortune.'

pansy looked shocked.

'Besides, don't you dare tell me that you will marry me for love, because I have seen you "love" someone pansy, and you don't love me. You love Jamie.' Malfoy smirked. 'Though, you know nothing about him or his families fortune, so you cant marry him.'

Pansy had nothing left. She slapped him.

Hermione ran to the pitch, stopping only when she was inside.

She saw something sitting in the Gryffindor stands, and headed up to it.

It was Ron, though he wasn't himself.

'Ron?' Hermione asked, slowly approaching him.

Ron looked up, saw her, then looked away,

'You hurt me Hermione.' he said, his voice breaking with every word, his sentence finishing in a whisper.

'I know. But Ron, you must accept it.'

'I know. But Hermione, thing is, I. don't. want. to.'

Hermione watched him, and sighed.

'I cant do this Hermione. I cant live without you.'

'Ron, that's a lie.' Hermione answered plainly.

'Hermione, you wouldn't know the difference. Besides,' Ron added, when Hermione looked very upset. 'You're going out with ferret, and mark my words, he will lie to you, and yet your dumb enough to go out with him, so you wont know the difference. You don't know the difference between a lie and the truth.'

Hermione was ready to cry. How could he be saying this?

'Hermione, I loved you the entire time I was with you and I still do. I love you to this day.'

'Don't Ron. don't talk about loving me. I know something happened when we where together, though no one has told me. We had something Ronald Weasley. But both of us spoiled it.' Hermione looked at her lap. 'And it was me. I did it first.' at this point, she was about to burst out in tears.

Ron hadn't corrected her. He stayed silent, trying to make her feel as guilty as possible.

'Do you love him?' Ron asked in a whisper.

Hermione thought. 'Yes.' she answered quietly.

'You're right Hermione. And I am your friend. If you want to go out with ferr- Malfoy, then you can. I wont stop you. I just want you to be happy.'

Hermione hugged Ron, and he hugged back.

They both walked back up to the hall, both glad they where still friends.

The minute pansy's hand touch Malfoy's face, he got to his feet, got her hand in his and stared at her.

She looked like a woman who was about to kill the person in front of them.

Malfoy knew there was no way to stop her.

He bent down, and he hugged her.

She was definitely taken aback, but she couldn't break free.

In the end, she decided to stop being stupid, and she hugged him back.

'Draco, do you have any feelings for the Mudblood?'

Draco thought. Yes he thought. 'No' he replied.

'Oh good.'

'Pansy why were you writing a letter to my father?' Malfoy asked.

'No reason.' pansy answered, smiling.

'Alright pansy. I am tired, Im off to bed,' and Malfoy left her there alone, and walked back to his common room.

Hermione reached the common room before Malfoy, and fell on the couch.

Malfoy entered minutes later, saw her, and her tears.

He walked over, lifted her legs, sat down, put her legs on his lap, and gently stroked her hair.

'What's wrong?' he asked. 'Did Weasel say something?'

'No Malfoy. These are happy tears.' Hermione smiled.

Malfoy drew a relieved breath. 'That's good.' he said.

'Yeah, it is. How was Pansy?'

Malfoy laughed half heartily. 'I had to hug her to stop her from writing a letter to my father.'

Hermione's face broke into a grin. 'Ha-ha Prince of Darkness didn't want to hug someone who would surely kiss him?'

Malfoy's face dropped. 'Excuse me?'

Hermione started laughing, and Malfoy was close to smiling, but stopped himself just in time.

Both sat there another minute or so, when someone knocked on the portrait.

Hermione swung her legs off Malfoy and answered it.

Something red, and very cheerful collided with her as she opened the portrait.

'Oh Hermione! Good show down in the hall!' it was Ginny.

'Tha-than-thanks Ginny.' Hermione said, closing the portrait, but having to drag Ginny inside as she was clinging to Hermione.

Malfoy smirked when he saw what was happening.

Ginny was grinning when she pulled back, saw Malfoy, and her grin dropped to a pleasant smile.

'So why did you two sneak out of the hall after your big score?' Ginny asked, sitting herself on one of the couches.

'Well, first of all, I hardly thought we sneaked out of the hall, considering ever eye had been watching us after our…er…"score"' Hermione answered, smiling as she sat on a arm chair. 'And secondly, we didn't do anything together, as we tried to…well…one of us had to save their skin, the other had to save a friend.'

Malfoy looked at Hermione. 'Well said.' he smirked. Hermione smiled back at him, a sweet smile, but you could very easily tell it was sarcastic.

'Save their skin?' Ginny asked confused.

'Yeah.' Malfoy said, sitting back into the couch.

'Which one?' Ginny asked, looking from one to the other.

'Me.' Malfoy answered, looking at Ginny. 'From my father.' he added, when it was clear Ginny was about to ask.

Her face dropped. 'Oh yeah, I forgot about him! What will he say when he finds out your dating a Muggleborn?' Ginny asked. 'Or do for that matter.'

'Well, so far, he doesn't know, and I wasn't under the impression Granger and I were "going out".'

At this, Ginny looked at Hermione, almost expecting her to be sad or angry that Malfoy thought of it that way. On the contrary, she seamed to agree with him.

This puzzled Ginny more.

'You guys, you cant just kiss someone in the hall and not go out- the whole hall thinks that you two are a couple.' Ginny said, as though speaking to a ten year old.

'Well, they're mistaken aren't they?' Malfoy said. He was secretly hoping Hermione would say something, so he could say, "well, ok, I guess your right" and go out with her, but she didn't say anything.

But as a matter of fact, Hermione was desperately hoping Malfoy would do what he was hoping she would do. When he had said they had been mistaken, she was about to say something, but thought better of it. Instead, she kept quiet, hoping Malfoy would say something.

Both remained like this for a minute, before Hermione thought she'd better say something.

'Yeah, that's right, they have the wrong idea.'

At this, Ginny grinned. 'Oh come on you to.' she laughed. 'You both want to go out, so do it!'

'No we don't.' they both said together in their defense.

Once they had realized what they had said, they looked at each other, both trying to conceal a smile or a smirk.

Ginny looked between them, that grin bigger than any she had ever had.

'Well, I'll be in the lion's den if you want me.' she said, getting up and walking over to the portrait.

Hermione followed her out into the corridor.

'That was so funny in there; I had to get away before I burst out laughing.' Ginny grinned.

Hermione shot her a look, and Ginny was pleased to see that she had spoken un known truth in her words back in the common room.

'You gonna go out with him?' Ginny asked, raising an interested eye brow.

'Ginny, I really don't know. I think im too tired to make a decision right now.' Hermione sighed. 'And you know me, im a big believer in tradition.'

'And what tradition is this so to speak?' Ginny smiled sweetly.

Hermione slapped her on the arm playfully. 'I am a firm believer in the tradition that the guy should ask the girl out, and things like that.'

'Ooo so you're old fashion?' Ginny said, before she had to duck from Hermione's hand which was speeding through the air towards her arm again.

Hermione was grinning as her arm missed its indented target. She brought her arm back, and Ginny stood.

'Well, you better get to bed, because I want a good long talk with you tomorrow about what's going to happen between you two.' Ginny said, before hugging Hermione and walking off down the corridor. 'And I want an answer!' Ginny shouted over her shoulder before she rounded the corner.

Hermione shook her head at her friends back and headed back inside to the warmth of the common room.

Malfoy wasn't in the common room, as Hermione walked through it and into her bedroom.

She quickly had a shower and hopped into bed, wondering to herself what she was going to do about Malfoy.

Two hours later, Hermione still hadn't managed to fall asleep. She had tossed and turned, her blankets tangling her body.

She untangled herself, and headed over to the balcony door which was bathed completely in moon light.

She was amazed that the grounds looked so calm. The tops of the trees in the forest swaying in the night breeze, the water in the lake slowly ripping at the edge of the bank.

The night air was cold on Hermione's skin as she stood on the balcony, observing the view in front of her.

Her throat was dry when Hermione thought about it, so she headed back into her room to put a dressing gown over her nighty.

She walked quietly into the common room, knowing it would be empty, but not wanting to take the chance in waking someone up who might be sleeping peacefully (A/n prizes for who guesses right :P). She walked over to the portrait that led to the kitchen, and started down its long dark passageway. She had lit up her wand before long, using its light as her guide.

She had thought that by walking around quietly she would prevent from waking up Malfoy, though, he was already awake. He was doing the same thing Hermione had been doing- thinking of the person a few rooms away.

He got out of his bed, angry that he couldn't sleep, and headed out into the common room, intending to get a drink from the kitchens.

He got his wand, lit it, and started down the kitchens passageway.

Hermione walked briskly, and entered the kitchens ten minutes later. When she entered, five house elves, which had been put on late clean up duty were surprised to see Hermione when she entered through the portrait.

'What is miss doing out of her bed so late?' one asked.

'I just wanted a drink of water.' Hermione answered kindly.

'Of course, anything miss is wanting, the house elves will get for her.' Hermione smiled as one house elf rushed off to get her a glass of water.

'Is there anything else Miss is wanting?'

'No, that's ok.' Hermione said smiling before returning back up the passage way.

About two minutes into her return journey, Hermione looked behind her. She had no idea why, but she had. And when she looked back the other way, and started walking, she ran into Malfoy.

Knocking into someone of his built caused Hermione to fall backwards. Her glass, which she had held in her right hand, flew back, spilling the contents behind Hermione on the ground. The glass itself had flown out of Hermione's grip, and smashed somewhere behind her as it connected with the ground.

Hermione herself fell backwards, her head smacking the ground.

'Oh Jesus.' Malfoy muttered as he bent down to check weather she was ok.

'Granger?'

Hermione rolled onto her side, her face feeling wet from the spilt water. Malfoy got to his feet, and held out a hand. Hermione took it, and he hosted her up off the floor.

At the same time, they spoke.

'What are you doing here?'

they both smiled when they heard what they had said- well, smirked and smiled.

'You want another drink?' Malfoy asked, flicking his wand to see where the shattered remains of Hermione's glass were.

Hermione nodded.

They both headed down the passage, avoiding the glass pieces and walked into the kitchen.

'Ahh, miss is back! Tizzy (A/n hehehehe) knew miss would return, she is leaving without anything very good.' The house elf called Tizzy walked over to them, her ears flopping up and down, bouncing with her body as she moved.

'And what is miss wanting now?' another elf asked.

'Erm, can I have another glass of water?' Hermione asked.

'Wizzy is glad to help miss.' The house elf said, walking off to refill another glass for Hermione.

'And what is Mr. wanting?' the third house elf asked.

'Mmm, can I also have a glass of water, but some food?'

'Floozy is glad to help Mr. with his requests sir!'

'What is it sir is wanting Tizzy asks.'

'Some chicken strips and…some…chocolate.' The house elf, along with another who hadn't introduced itself ran off to get what Malfoy asked.

'Chocolate?' Hermione asked disbelieving as the house elves rushed around making what he asked.

'Yeah.' Malfoy smirked.

Two minutes later, Hermione walked back up the corridor with her glass of water, Malfoy close behind her, carrying the chocolate, chicken strips and his glass of water.

Once back in the common room, Hermione bid Malfoy goodnight, but he stopped her.

'Hey! I cant eat this all by myself!'

Hermione turned around and smiled. 'Oh yes you can.'

'No. Eat some of it with me…please.' it looked like Malfoy had begged himself not to ever use "please" but he had, and he looked furious with himself.

Hermione considered it and nodded her head.

'Alright. Meet you out on the balcony in…five minutes.' Hermione said, before disappearing through her door.

And so, five minutes later, Hermione was sitting on one of the chairs outside on the balcony, a blanket wrapped around her, slowly eating some of the chicken.
Malfoy was next to her, on his own chair, but he was eating the chocolate.

both where thinking why they were there. Malfoy, mentally kicking himself at first for offering, then for saying please. A Malfoy never says please. And that's because a Malfoy always gets what he wants, so there's no need to say please. And Hermione was arguing with herself, wondering why she had agreed to come.

But after a minute, they decided to break the awkward moment- only trouble was, they broke it a the same time.

'Did that kiss mean anything to you?'

'What do you think will happen now?'

Each smiled to themselves when they heard this. They where becoming good at that.

'No.' was Hermione's answer to Malfoy's question (the first one)

'Well, granger, I don't know if the kiss ment anything at all- I am after all the prince of darkness.' Malfoy smirked.

Hermione shook her head and looked away. But looking back, she asked her question again,

'Malfoy, what do you think happens now?'

Malfoy considered her question. He bought himself time from answering while he ate a bit of chocolate.

'Honestly, I don't know. I mean, we had agreed that we liked each other…but I don't know.' Malfoy sighed in frustration. 'God! This used to be easy! Just bang the girl and get over it!'

Hermione looked at Malfoy shocked. 'Bang the girl?'

Malfoy laughed. 'Granger, it's supposed to make you feel guilty about making me feel things for you.'

'Oh well…sorry, wont happen again.' Hermione said, smiling cheekily. 'It used to be easy just banging the guy, no strings attached…' Hermione said, faking a sigh.

'What?' Malfoy asked, outraged.

Hermione laughed. 'Its supposed to make you feel guilty about stealing my heart away.' Hermione imitated Malfoy most of it.

Malfoy smirked. 'Yes well…I am the prince of thieves.' Malfoy winked.

Hermione laughed. 'What happened to Prince of Darkness?'

'Yes, well, I'm anything to do with darkness.' Malfoy smirked smugly.

For the better part of three hours, the young head boy and girl sat out in the moon light, talking, making comments and laughing.

Hermione decieded to call it quits when she knew it was 2:30.

She bid Malfoy goodnight, thanked him for the pleasant time, and returned to her room. This time, however, when Malfoy and Hermione tried to get to sleep, they fell asleep straight away.

Oooo…do we like? I am sorry to those who read my other stories, apart from protector, but I think the story sucks, so im rewriting them.

Ok, thanks to all who reviewed!

In this chap, when Hermione talks to Ron in the Quidditch Pitch, I had it at first like Ron was really angry with Hermione, and she ran off crying, but that made Ron a basted, so I didn't want to disgrace his name, so this is what I came up with. And if im not mistaken, lots don't really like pansy, so it was ok with what I made her do.

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