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A/n- Welcome back to Enemies Clash. I fear that we may be nearing the end. About 5-6 more chapters I think, but I'm not sure. Read and review please, people!

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Everything is Ready

"Hey Draco, wake up Draco," Hermione said softly into his ear. He groaned and turned over, hugging his pillow and grunting. "Get up!" she moaned and tugged at his arm. He sighed and turned to look at her.

"What?" he asked groggily as he sat straight up in his bed. His headphones were still around his neck, he had fallen asleep listening to Simple Plan.

"I'm bored, get up," she whined and he laughed, catching her by the waist and pulling her onto him. She kissed him and he finally felt right. It's where he belonged; in his bed with Hermione next to him.

"Stop it," she moaned as he began to tug on her pants, stopping him with her hands. He looked taken aback.

"I thought we were past that!" he complained and paused while she kissed him.

"No, you have to earn it now," she said and kissed him again. Draco could desperately tell she wanted to have fun, but he wasn't going to let her until they talked. He broke off their kiss and looked at her.

"What's that supposed to mean? What are you looking for?" she said and she shrugged her shoulders.

"Valentine's Day would be nice," she said and crashed her lips onto his, easily slipping her tongue in to grind over his. They snogged for awhile, before Draco pulled away and flipped on top of her, then rolling over onto the side.

"Valentine's Day! That's like…more than a month!" he whined at her, and she laughed.

"God Draco, keep it in your pants," she said and Draco raised his eyebrows at her.

"Are you talking dirty to me?" he asked her and she giggled as he neared her, finally tickling her in her stomach. She collapsed into fits of giggles and smiled at Draco when he stopped.

"Ok, so Valentine's Day huh?" Draco asked her and she nodded. "Why so long?"

"Because I told you, I'm not into sex only relationships," she said seriously and Draco saw the look, in the back of her eye, that was always there. The look like she was afraid of losing him; that she was afraid he would leave her for someone else. It was then that Draco realized how real this situation was.

"Hermione, what do I have to do to prove to you you're the only one I want? This isn't like that Hermione, I love you."

"I know, but…Draco, I'm afraid to lose you!" she wailed. Draco sat down next to her and put his arm around her shoulders, leaning her head down onto his shoulder, moving the hair out of her face. He ran his finger over her soft skin of her face, and looked into her chocolate-brown eyes, which were stained with tears.

"I'm not going anywhere," he said softly and she hiccupped. She nodded and looked back into his eyes. He saw the light coming back, the happiness that was usually present was returning to her eyes. Draco could have looked into them forever. She reached up and brushed the hair out of his face.

"I know. But Draco, why is it that all the time you dated me, all you wanted was to shag me?" she said. Oh no, the light was fading fast.

"It wasn't the only thing I wanted. It's a guy thing, Hermione. And a slut thing," he added and Hermione laughed. "All I want is you, but this is part of it. It's who I am."

"Yeah, I can't imagine sex-deprived Draco," she said they both laughed.

"You've seen him, I think I went 7 months without a shag," he said and Hermione gave him a mock surprise look.

"How did you do it!" she said and they laughed.

"I'm not sure…" he said. For the rest of the day, they just lay there, talking and er…making out…

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A month later…

"God Draco you're so…you're such a guy!" Hermione scolded him. They were trying to finalize the plans for the Valentine's Day dance, which was in one week. Draco thought it was going to be sappy, but Hermione thought it was 'cute'. Whatever made her happy; happy Hermione is good for bed, Draco reasoned.

"Thank you, are we done yet?" Draco said. He was tired from quidditch practice, and they had a game tomorrow against Hufflepuff. In order to have a shot at the cup, they would have to at least beat Hufflepuff by about 50 points. More would help.

Gryffindor had played two games already, and Slytherin had steam rolled Ravenclaw in their game two weeks ago. Tomorrow was another game and then in April there would be the Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw game. Then, at the end of May, Slytherin and Gryffindor would play, which would probably determine the cup.

"Yes, we are done. Rest up, big game tomorrow. Um…right?" she asked him. God, she knew nothing about quidditch.

"Um sorta. We have to win so we can beat Gryffin- I mean win the cup," he corrected. He twitched a little.

Hermione laughed at him; she knew what topic they were avoiding. School unity was all Hermione had talked about for the past week. As the end of the year got closer, she became more worried and worried about the war. I mean her best friend had to kill Voldemort or die. It was a hard situation to live with.

"Who are you rooting for anyway? You know it will come down to Slytherin and Gryffindor for the cup, right?" he asked. He had been dying to know her answer forever.

"Well, Draco, I'm sorry…" she started and Draco cursed in his head," but I'm going to root for Gryffindor. Draco, please understand," she pleaded with him. He breathed in and then out slowly.

"I get it," he mumbled and sat down, now a bit more nervous about the game. If he threw the next game, they would have next to no chance to win the cup. But he was captain and the seeker; he couldn't let his mates down. Yet, if Hermione wanted him too…

"I'm going to throw the game," he announced and was immediately pushed back down by Hermione, giving him a serious look.

"No! No, no, no, and no! You are not throwing the game because you want to please me. That won't make me happy. I want to see the famous match up at the end of the year. Please Draco? Come on, quidditch is your place to shine in your house!" she yelled at him.

"Fine, fine. You're right, it's important to me. I just thought…what if I beat Potter? Then what will you do?" he asked her.

"What do you mean?"

"Mope with your friends or party here with me?" he asked her.

"I'm not sure…"

"Fine, whatever. Hey, I have a question for you. Will you go the ball with me?" he asked very quickly.

"Of course," she said and lay down on the couch next to Draco.

"Good."

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"Draco does this dress look alright?" Hermione asked him as she walked out of her room. Draco looked at it and admired her appearance.

"It's not revealing enough," he said and smirked. She smacked him playfully on the arm.

"Good, I'll wear this one then," she said, seemingly satisfied. Draco pouted and she kissed on the lips and walked back into her room. She appeared minutes later in regular clothes; jeans and a tank top.

"Hermione it's too cold to wear a tank top, it's the middle of winter," Draco said and Hermione laughed.

"Yeah, but it's warm in here. Fine I'll change," she shrugged and came back in a long sleeve shirt and a sweater. She looked happy about something.

"Why are you so happy? That used to mean something along the lines of kill Malfoy, but now I presume it's different?" he asked her and laughed. She smiled even bigger and grabbed his hand. "Where are we going?" he asked as she pulled him through the portrait door.

"To have some fun," she said and continued pulling him.

"In the snow?" he said faintly.

"Not that kind of fun you sick-o" she said angrily and dragged him up three sets of stairs and stopping beside the Gryffindor portrait. Draco eyed it curiously and then looked back at Hermione.

"Oh no, no way Hermione!" he complained as she said the password and walked in, pulling him along.

"Be good," she whispered to him and he tried putting on a smile. Instead of pulling him she grabbed his hand, entwining her fingers in his and led the way to the back of the common room, where Harry, Ron and Ginny were all talking. Or rather, Ron was talking, and Harry and Ginny were making out on the couch.

Draco sat down in Harry's usual seat next to Ron, and Hermione sat in what used to be her old armchair, but was used by Ginny this year. Ron looked at Draco in a funny way and then back at Harry and Ginny. Draco watched Ron's eyes drift to the far side of the room, where Lavender and Parvati were talking.

Draco saw the look Ron was getting, and when Parvati looked at him and smiled, Ron gave her a goofy little grin. Hermione poked him in the arm. "Did you hear a thing I said?" she asked him.

"Huh, no. Sorry, I'll be back in a minute," he said and got up, traveling over to the group of girls. Hermione was now boring Ron instead, Draco noticed as he looked back.

"Hey," he said to the two gossiping girls. They looked at him and smiled, both saying hi.

"Hey, Lavender, right? Can I talk to Parvati for a sec?" he asked her and she just shrugged and walked over to Seamus, immediately flirting with him. Draco laughed and Parvati did too. Draco glanced over to Hermione and she was red in the face. Shit, she thinks I'm flirting with Parvati.

"Let's keep this quick, Hermione doesn't look happy. Ok, so I think Weasley likes you. He looks kinda sad over there and keeps looking at you."

"Yeah, I like him too. He's just so daft-" but Draco didn't listen to the rest of her sentence, he just ran over, grabbed Ron by the tie and dragged him up to Parvati.

"Tell her you like her," Draco whispered in his ear and pushed him almost into Parvati. Draco listening to the confessions of the two idiots and then walked back over to Hermione, who was lonely. Ron was already practically eating Parvati's face.

Draco picked up Hermione, sat on her chair, and she sat on top of him. "Were you jealous?" he said sarcastically as he pulled the strands of hair away from her face.

"Do I have a reason to be?" she said and Draco widened his eyes.

"Nope," he said and they starting kissing. It seemed perfect almost; for once the only thing in his life that was wrong was his father. He had solved the Weasley problem finally. Thank god.

And he had won his quidditch match yesterday. It was down to Gryffindor versus Slytherin for the cup. Draco's final chance.

Everything is ready.

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A/n- Hope you liked, and I know time flew by, but it's needed to get to the climax. Coming up next week, or rather next update, which will be next week: the Valentine's Day Ball, Hogmeade Trip and their first official date! It'll be a long chappie folks! Please review this chapter!

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