Disclaimer- I don't own anything to do with Harry potter except the plot of this fic.

A/N first I would like to thank all my reviewers…yes, even the not so nice ones. Anyway, your comments for chapter 9 have been amazing. I mean, just before I put it up, my 'hits' were only on 8482. The minute I put it up…it shot up to over 10,000. It truly means a lot.

But I would like to say something before I answer some reviewers… I am sorry if any of you find my spelling, punctuation or sentence structure wrong. I do have spell check and I go over my story about three times before I post to make sure it is the way I want it.

Yes. I may accidentally skip something, but also keep in mind. I am from Australia, and I do know that sometimes the spelling for words can be different.

Ok, enough of that…let me answer some reviewers:

-clawprincess44- I am not going by the 6th book. The whole reason for fan fiction is for people to write up stories that ARE unrealistic. That is the whole point. We write stories based on our imagination on how we want things to plan out. We do not necessarily have to follow the books. We make things up.

I mean…do you really think that Hermione would sleep with Malfoy in the real books? Or that Snape would still be teaching in 7th year? That's because I made my own version of things. I'm not pissed by the way (if you are wondering) but I would like to thank you for your opinion anyway. Please just keep that in mind when you are reading any other fan fictions.

-Syl-love- Thank you so much. That was really sweet. I don't plan to change how my story is going, because I love the way it's heading. Even though I may get some reviews pointing out my faults, I do not really pay attention because I am following what I want in the story. Thank you so much…and I will try not to use 'rooted' as much. Lol.

-PsYcHiC SeLiNa- wow! Thanks heaps. Knowing a Draco/Ginny shipper has read, and loves my Draco/Hermione ship is really great. It means a lot.

-dittoEXcore- I'm glad someone loves Blasie and Draco's friendship. That is exactly how I wanted to portray it.

-Slayer4U828- Ahhh, you watch Buffy the vampire slayer. Me too! Best show ever! Oh and by the way, those links didn't work…bummer. Oh well, thanks for your message though.

Ok, on with chapter 10! OMG! 10 already! Going so well…

Chapter ten: True confessions

Malfoy had spent basically the whole day with Blaise in the Slytherin common room.

At first they said nothing to each other. Malfoy was too lost in thought, reeling over what had happened and Blaise's words. Love? Love? It doest sound right. But why do I care so much that she is snogging Potter? AHHHH! This is useless.

But after a while, Blaise just gave up and brought out the alcohol. Malfoy quickly downed two glasses in the matter of five minutes. Balsie said nothing; he wanted to wait a while before he said anything. A few hours went passed, as Malfoy was beginning to show signs of his drunken state.

'Why her?' were Blaise's first words after hours of staring at him. Malfoy lazily looked over at him.

'I wish I knew' he turned back to the fireplace.

'She's a mudblood. You of all people, I did not expect this' he was now pouring another glass for Malfoy.

'You think I don't know that!' he snapped 'She's bloody everywhere. In my head, everywhere I look! I can't bloody stop thinking about her! It's driving me crazy'.

Blaise looked at him with concern. Although he was Slytherin, son of a death eater; He was not going to just push aside one of his best mates just because he had fallen in love with a mudblood. That's why they were friends. To stick together, no matter what.

'I know how wrong this is. But I can't stop. Something about her keeps pulling me back in. I can't get enough' he swallowed the last bit of fire whiskey in his glass and poured himself some more.

'Well, in my opinion, I will tell you what I think. First of all she is a mudblood…' Malfoy nodded at this '…second, she is in Gryffindor. Our mortal enemies. And third she is not like the whores we have here in Slytherin. She is innocent, a challenge. If I'm not mistaken, you do love a challenge. So that is why you were pursuing this'

Malfoy looked at Balsie. He thought about this for a moment. He was right and he knew it.

'The question at the moment is…what are you going to do about it?' asked Blaise.

Malfoy didn't do anything. He was running this question over and over in his head.

'I…' he started but closed his mouth. Blasie talked instead.

'Ok, listen. What I think is that you never really hated her. You were just really pissed off that a pretty girl like that was a mudblood, in Gryffindor and friends with Potter and Weasley. She was off limits and you couldn't have her. So, to hide the fact that you actually liked her, you built a shield. And slowly, you started to believe this hate until it got to much'

Malfoy knew he was talking about the first time he kissed her. Does he remember what that felt like. It was full of heat and passion and yes, hate. This thought made his stomach flip.

Malfoy poured himself another glass. He looked up at Blasie and lifted it up in the air. With a weak smile he simply said-

'To love. Isn't it grand' and drank the whole lot in one gulp.

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Hermione had also spent the whole day in her common room. She sat there crying, trying to break down bit by bit what she had done. She had not only hurt Malfoy, but herself and soon, Harry. Her best friend. She was going to hurt him. Because now, he thought that she liked him. She had used him as a pawn in her selfish game. How could she ever tell him that it was to get at Malfoy? The kiss played over in her head.

Flashback

Malfoy had soon stormed out of the Great hall. Hermione had seen this from the corner of her eye, as she was passionately kissing Harry. She closed her eyes as the kiss continued. Visions of all that had happened with Malfoy seeped into her brain. Her stomach tightened as the felling of hurt and guilt ran though her body. Although, he had deserved every nasty thing that was thrown to him, for what he had done to her. She had only made it worse.

The kiss had gone on long enough. She couldn't take it anymore. She pushed on Harry's chest and pulled herself away.

She didn't look at him; instead she was fixated on her knees. She could hear him breathing heavily and looked up. The hall was quiet. Everyone was staring at them like an explosion had occurred. Even the Slytherins didn't say much, but that was cut short when their whispers and looks began.

She looked up at Ron who had a look of utter shock on his face. No one had expected her to go to Harry. Every one always thought it was going to be Ron.

Her stomach flipped and turned as she could hear only snippets of people's conversations.

'…Harry? She kissed Harry! I cant believe it…'

'…That bitch just kissed Harry! Her, She kissed him!'

'…She knew I liked him' came a small voice.

Hermione looked up and saw Ginny sitting with her friends from 6th year. Her eyes started to water. Ginny snapped around and shot a look of utter hatred towards Hermione. Her eyes began to fill with tears.

She still hadn't looked at Harry yet. She was afraid.

She turned slowly and looked up to his face, then to his eyes.

'Mione…' was all he said before she got up and ran out of the Great hall. She didn't stop for anything, she ran and ran. Tears falling down her face, until she came to the portrait hole.

'U-Unity' she managed and slowly walked through it. She walked over to the couch and gently sat on it. Her face in her hands as she cried.

'How could I be so stupid?' she said out loud to herself. This was crushing her inside.

End flashback

Hours went by. It was dinner and neither Hermione nor Malfoy went down to the Great hall. Hermione stayed on the couch, staring into the fire, her face stained with the tears she had shed.

Malfoy had stayed with Blasie and had downed almost two bottles of fire whiskey.

It was getting late when the portrait hole door swung open. Hermione's heart wrenched. She did not want to face him this early. She got up to head to her room when Blaise stumbled in dragging adrunk Malfoy with him. Hermione turned and just stared in disbelief.

'A little help would be great' said Balsie, struggling to carry the semi-conscious Malfoy.

Hermione rushed over and helped Blaise carry him to the couch where they laid him on it.

'N-no, I…don't…' came Malfoy's voice as Blasie and Hermione fixed him up. Malfoy pushed their hands away and sat up.

'Don' touch m-me. I c-can do …it my…Self' heslured as he went to stand up but fell back onto the couch.

Hermione looked at Blasie.

'What the hell do you guys think you are doing drinking on a school night?' she knew why though.

Blasie gave Hermione a hard look. Hermione saw the look in his eyes. She panicked on the inside. Oh no! He knows! Merlin! What now?

'Just look after him for now Granger and I will check up on him tomorrow morning' he turned and headed for the door. Hermione ran up and grabbed him by the cloak.

He spun around and narrowed his eyes at her.

'How much do you know?' she asked, hoping. Although she knew already. That he didn't know anything.

He pulled hiscloak away from her.

'Everything' he said turning and walkingto theportrait hole. Before he walkedout of it, he walked back and looked at Hermione who was hugging herself with tears in her eyes.

'That…' he said pointing towards Malfoy who was slipping off the couch '…Is because of you' he said and walked out. Leaving Hermione to stare back at Malfoy who had now fallen off the couch. She ran over to him and sat next to him, Tears falling.

'Oh, Draco' she said in barley a whisper, caressing his fore head. She hadn't even realised that she had used his first name.

After a while of him lying on the floor, he stirred at sat up. He rubbed his eyes trying to take in his surroundings. He looked around until his eyes met Hermione's who was now wiping his fore head with a wet cloth. He suddenly remembered everything. He pushed away her hand and stood up. Still drunk, he had to stand there for a second to regain his composure.

Hermione stood up and tried to prevent him from falling over. He wrenched his arm out of her grip and pushed her back. His anger beyond breaking point.

'Don't you bloody touch me you filthy mudblood…' these words hurt more than ever.

'Mal-Malfoy I'm so sorry. I-' but she was cut off by him turning to her, his eyes dark.

'Sorry! You are bloody sorry! Yea, I no that I am a complete jerk, but I would never have thought you would do that to me! You, you are just like the rest of them. A whore!' his balance slightly giving way as he spoke. He tried to stay up.

These last few words hurt. To be called a whore. She broke into tears.

'DON'T YOU BLOODY HELL CALL ME A WHORE DRACO MALFOY! YOU WERE THE ONE THAT KISSED ME! YOU WERE THE ONE THAT TOUCHED ME! THEN YOU HAVE THE NERVE TO CALL ME TRASH AND A WHORE! YOU, HURT ME! I SHOULDNT BE SORRY FOR WHAT I DID!' she screamed

Malfoy looked at her in some sort of shock. She was right. But she inflicted more pain with her display at breakfast.

'YOU SHOULD BE SORRY! IF YOU HADN'T BLOODY PUSHED ME OVER THE EDGE OF ANGER, I WOULDN'T HAVE DONE IT!' he bellowed

'That's no excuse! What you did is unforgivable! You have no idea, what its like to see you every day, to kiss you, to touch you and then to see you in bed with another girl and have you call me mudblood trash! I, Malfoy, don't even no why I touched you?' her voice crackling from anger and strained from her tears.

Malfoy did not know what to say. Her words sunk in. although he was drunk, he felt the pain.

'I no what I did was wrong! But you only made it worse by going and kissing Potter!'

'Why do you care if I kissed him? For you, this is just convenience. I'm nothing more to you. But on my part, I care Malfoy, I CARE!' Hermione was seething.

'I don't care that you kissed Potter!' he said trying to cover his tracks

'Why?' she asked again. She was clearly angry, as she was standing a few feet away from him.

'Why what?' he asked, playing dumb

'Why do you care if I kissed Harry?'

'Because' he was looking at the ground now.

'Because why?' she snapped. getting quite irritated.This was the last straw for him.

'BECAUSE I AM IN LOVE WITH YOU!' he yelledin frustration,looking up at her. Breathing hard, his eyes bloodshot.

She was in a state of shock. She didn't know what to say. His words penetrated her. She ran it over in her head. He was in love with her? It made her confused.

She did have feelings for him, but didn't even think it could be…love?

She stared at him. He was looking into her eyes as if trying to see her soul. He was shaky from his out burst. He had admitted his true feelings. For the first time in his life, he loved someone, cared for someone. It scared him that her of all people could do this.

Tears fell heavily down her cheeks. She turned and ran up the stairs and into her room. She slammed the door shut and slid down it onto the ground. Crying and feeling worse than ever. This confession had taken her by surprise. She had built feelings for him, and they were strong. But she had no clue, that in actual fact. He loved her. That he had any sort of felling towards her…until now.

She thought that he just used her, like he used all the other girls. But in the back of her mind she knew something was different. Their kisses, their touch was so strong that it shook them both.

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Malfoy stood in the common room. Silently he made his way over to the couch. 'CRAP!' he yelled. He just realised what he had said. He then passed out.

That night, he had vivid dreams about having a fight with Hermione and confessing his true feelings.

A/N another intense chapter. I really do love this one. I decided to write his confession like this because I really don't like those ones that are all fluffy and 'I love you'…'I love you too' story. It's corny. So I decided to spice it up a bit.

I hope you guys liked it. Excuse any spelling errors, grammar mistakes or bad sentence structure. Lol.

Please R&R! Chapter 11 will be up soon! I wonder what will happen there?