Hello one and all. As you can see, I've updated. I'm sorry that it's been so long but this is my last week of classes untill january so I should be able to write a couple of chapters.

I haven't written in a while, unless you count my English class(I don't), so Ihope everyone likes this chapter.

This ain't a movie
No fairytale conclusions no
It gets more confusing everyday
Sometimes it's heaven sent
Then we head back to hell again
We kiss then we make up on the way
I hang up you call
We rise and we fall
And we feel like just walking away
As our love advances, we take second chances
Though it's not fair to see I still want you to stay

John Legend- Ordinary People

Hermione walked to the Great Hall in silence, ignoring the wizard beside her. She could feel him looking at her when they were walking down a long hallway but she didn't look at him – it was hard not to, but she didn't.

"Are you going to ignore me the whole time?" he asked, finally breaking the silence when they were a third of the way to the hall.

Hermione lifted her chin a tad higher and began walking faster, not even sparing a glance at Draco. She heard him let out a frustrated sigh and smiled inwardly, he'd made her mad and she was more than happy to return the favor.

"You're going to have to talk to me sometime, you know. We are Heads this year." He reminded her. She was still silent. "You're really that mad at me for telling Potter about your problem?"

"You didn't tell him anything! You made it so he'd start asking me questions, like you knew he would. I can't believe you, Draco! Why are you like this?" she exploded, turning quickly to face him, a glare already on her face.

Draco stopped and stared at the angry Gryffindor. Her hair was wild around her head and her eyes, what he could see through the narrowed slits, seemed to be glowing. He glanced around the hallway before taking a step back, his hands involuntarily going up.

"I…"

"Just shut up! I didn't tell him, or anyone for that matter, because I didn't want anyone to know. You just can't seem to get that through your pointy head!"

"He…."

"Shut up! I said I didn't want to talk about it and you pressed on and on until you got the story out of me and then when you found out you just wouldn't let up! You need to learn to say out of my business."

"Calm down." Draco said as soothingly as he could. He heard murmuring around them and looked around to see that the portraits were crowding with images from different parts of the castle.

"Don't tell me what to do." She ordered, oblivious to the paintings.

"Do you want everyone to know why you're mad at me?" Draco asked, walking towards her, grabbing her chin and turning her head to make her look at a painting, one that was holding eight different people, all who were trying desperately to look preoccupied when Hermione was forced to look.

"Oh… let go of my chin." She demanded, her head shaking wildly in attempts to shake his hand off.

"We can discus this after dinner." He assured her with a pointed look to the portraits.

"Who do you think you are? You can't tell me what to do."

"Hermione, just be quiet. Why do you have to fight everything I say?" he asked, rubbing his temples.

"I do not!" she denied automatically.

"You just did." He sighed, rolling his eyes when she opened her mouth to speak but snapped it shut and glared at him. "Let's go to dinner."

He started walking and stopped when she didn't follow. He turned, walked back and grabbed her arm, pulling her to the Great Hall.

"Honestly, you call yourself a gentleman." She huffed at him when he let her go.

"Honestly, my sister acts more mature than you." He said mockingly and, before she could answer, pushed the doors open before she could start to argue.

The Great Hall was almost empty; Hermione and Draco were usually the first in there, setting a good example to the younger years by always being on time. Draco smiled at Hermione, winked, and walked to the Slytherin table, sitting in the seat reserved for him. Hermione glared and stomped over to her assigned seat and waited for Harry. She didn't have to wait long.

"Hello, Hermione."

"Harry." She nodded, smiling as he took the seat beside her. She felt someone else sit beside her and looked up, thinking that Ron had forgiven her. "Hello, Neville." She greeted, her smile dimming slightly.

"Hello, Hermione. I was wondering if you would help me with Charms. Gram's going to be upset if I go home with bad marks again." He pleaded to her.

"I suppose, Neville. Meet me in the Library tomorrow at seven." She said with a shrug, happy to have an excuse to get out of the common room.

"Thanks, Hermione." He answered gratefully, his shoulders slumping with relief.

Hermione's smile brightened and she turned away to talk to Harry.

"Have you been able to talk to them?" She asked, not mentioning names due to prying eyes and ears.

"Yes, I have." He answered, glancing at the doors of the Great Hall.

"Well, what did they say?" she asked, looking at the door as well.

"Ginny's calmed down but Ron is still upset." He explained with a small smile.

"How calmed down is she?"

"Well, you haven't been threatened with a hex since I started talking to her." He assured her.

"She was threatening me?" Hermione asked, surprised.

"You know how she can get sometimes. She was even trying to help me calm Ron down." Harry added, although he didn't mention that Ginny pointed out that Hermione was probably under a spell. He didn't think that would go over well for some reason.

Hermione was silent and started filling her plate with food, although her appetite was lost at the news of Ron's stubbornness. She had just picked up her fork when she felt someone watching her.

"What do you suppose Malfoy is up to?" She heard Neville ask Seamus, who was sitting across from him.

"Probably trying to figure out a way to get Hermione out of the Head Girls position." Seamus answered with a shrug.

Putting her fork down, she looked across the hall and saw that Draco was in fact looking at her. She raised an eyebrow in silent question. He returned the gesture before winking and starting to eat. Hermione glared at the top of his bent head as she picked up her fork again and stabbed a baby carrot with more force than necessary, wincing when the prongs scraped against the surface of the plate.

"Alright, Hermione?" Harry asked, nudging her slightly with an elbow.

"Yes, why wouldn't I be?" she asked before bringing the fork up to her mouth and biting the carrot in half. She was so focused on ignoring Draco she did not notice that Harry look from the Slytherin to her, then back again.

"Hello, Hermione."

"Ginny."

"I'm sorry for all the bad things I called you." The young redhead said, sitting down across from Hermione.

"It's all right."

Hermione smiled at her and went back to eating, noticing that Ron was absent from the table. She sighed inwardly and wondered if he'd be missing many meals because of her. She was mad at him, yes, but that didn't mean she wanted him to starve. Soon dinner was over and the hall was emptying slowly, some lingering for the last of the dessert.

"Get out of the way; it's Head business." She heard as she stood up to leave.

"Shove off, Malfoy. You've caused enough damage already." Hermione snapped her head around and saw Harry standing in front of Malfoy.

"What do you want?" she asked with a heavy sigh.

"Dumbledore wants to see us in his office," he answered with a shove at Harry. "Get out of the way, it's not like you're her father."

"Well you're not interested in her so why does it matter if I'm in the way or not?" Harry asked, his head tilting back. Hermione closed her eyes and rubbed a temple, wishing this was all a sick joke.

"Who says I'm not interested?" Draco asked, stunning everyone in hearing distance of the three.

"Let him go, Harry." Harry looked at Hermione but didn't move. "Harry, let him go. We have a meeting."

"Hermione…"

"No, Harry, let him go."

Harry glared at Draco but backed away from him. Hermione walked past both of them and went directly to the gargoyle that guarded Dumbledore's office.

"Sugar-snap pea green taffy," She said confidently.

The gargoyle sprang aside and Hermione went up the staircase and waited for Draco to arrive.

"Come in, Miss Granger." She heard from the other side of the door. "Mr. Malfoy is running a bit late, I've been informed, so we'll have to start without him." The Headmaster explained as the door opened.

"What did you want to see me about, Sir?" Hermione asked as she took a seat in front of his desk.

"I was wondering how the ball is coming."

"Oh, we've gotten all the plans done, sir. We were going to ask you if there could be an extra Hogsmeade weekend. The students are going to need to get robes and masks for the ball and it would be easier to buy them then to make them." Hermione explained, glancing at the door every so often to see if Draco would make an appearance.

"Miss Granger, Mr. Malfoy will be here soon. Please continue." Hermione's head snapped around to the Headmaster and smiled embarrassedly.

She explained the rest of the details and listened to the Headmaster as he revised their decisions. She was beginning to get nervous when she left his office and Draco had not shown up.

"That's her?" Hermione heard from her right.

"I know; I didn't believe it either."

Hermione stopped walking and looked around to find that, once again, the portraits were all filled with different figures.

"I'm sorry, but what are you talking about?" Hermione asked after several other portraits stated phrases much like the first two.

"Are you Hermione Granger?" a woman, who it seemed was the self appointed leader of the group, asked boldly, her chin tilted.

"Yes I am." Hermione said cautiously, her eyes moving from one portrait to the next. "Why?"

"Is it true you had Harry Potter fighting over you?" another woman asked, impatient to get the facts.

"Fighting….no, Harry is a frie…." Hermione groaned and turned to run to the Great Hall.

"I don't know why you turned around for. Their in the hospital wing, the both of 'em."

Hermione turned around and ran to the hospital wing in time to see Ron walking out, a strange look on his face.

"Ron, what's happened?" Hermione asked, still half way down the hall.

Ron looked over to her then turned and walked away, not uttering a single word. Hermione stopped running and stared after him, surprised at his actions. When they fought they usually made up by unspoken terms if something happened to anyone. She started to go after him but went to the hospital wing instead, hoping that Harry could explain.

"Harry, what's wrong with Ron?" Hermione asked when she was at the side of his bed.

"Malfoy."

"What did Draco do?" Hermione asked, seeing no obvious sign of injury on Harry's body.

Harry remained silent and she felt a bit unnerved.

"Miss Granger, I've already told Mr. Weasley that Mr. Potter won't be able to leave the hospital wing until tonight.

"I'm sorry. I'll leave him alone. I do have head business to discuss with Draco, though. Would that be okay?" Hermione asked, already walking towards the only other occupied bed in the wing.

"I suppose."

Hermione rolled her eyes and sat on the foot of Draco's bed. He looked worse off than Harry.

"What did you do?" She asked when he opened his eyes.

"Why do you assume I did something?" he asked as he tried and failed to smirk.

"Well you usually are the instigator." Hermione pointed out as she smoothed her hand over the stiff bed sheets.

"Well this time I wasn't." he answered with narrowed eyes.

"Sorry." She apologized instantly. "I talked to Dumbledore today. He said that there can be a trip to Hogsmeade this weekend for costumes and other things like that."

"That's nice."

"What happened?" she asked for the third time.

"Potter said some things he shouldn't have."

"Well he's not the one with a split lip." She pointed out with a small smile.

"It's not funny, Hermione." The blond wizard snapped when he saw her smile.

"I'm not laughing, Draco." She sighed, the smile leaving her face. "I didn't know I couldn't smile when you're in a bad mood." She muttered.

"What?" he asked after a moment of silence.

"If you had to ask me what I said there is a good chance you heard perfectly well the first time I said it." Hermione answered sharply.

Draco stared at Hermione but remained silent.

"What happened?" Hermione asked, getting annoyed at not yet having an answer.

"I already told you." He answered, his lip pouting.

"Stop trying to play the part of the innocent child in this."

"I'm not."

"Fine, if you don't want to tell me, don't tell me. I'm going back to the common room. You're very lucky I can't change the stupid password on my own."

Hermione stood up and walked out of the wing, not bothering to say goodbye to Harry; she was going to give him a few hours to cool off.