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Chapter 6: Confrontation

Hermione took a deep breath when she reached Draco's door. He was still tossing things about, and you could hear him muttering curses under his breath during this. She knocked on the door softly, but with no reply, he was still on a rampage. She knocked louder, rolling her eyes at his ignorance of the noise and at herself for standing there. Silence over took his room. Footsteps came towards the door.

Draco opened the door and came out; he started to walk away, breathing heavily after working his body in such ways from his anger that he had to catch his own breath. Hermione just watched him, slowly walking away closer to the portrait. Draco was going to leave.

"Malfoy" She said calmly. He froze, knowing he needed to deal with this sooner or later and later would mean tomorrow anyway.

"What Granger?" He said looking down in a disappointed voice.

"I think you and I need to talk." She said still reformed and calm. Crossing her arms and sitting onto the armrest of a near by chair. Draco turned around towards her taking a few steps her way.

"Talk about what, Granger? The fact that you 'accidentally' splashed Antantrum into my mouth and made it to where the determiners thought that we were supposed to be perfect matches?" he replied trying to convince her and himself that that was the case. He looked down to the ground shaking his head to where blonde strands fell in front of his eye.

"Draco…" she said softly under her breath sad. Draco looked up. She knew she had to deal with him and not let her temper get carried away. It would be much worse if she did. "I didn't do it on purpose; you honestly think that I'd purposely made it to where my hands were full holding a filled beaker to where 2 simple drops dropped on you? If I wanted to make you to be that way I would forced you to drink one, or tricked you, but I'm not desperate for you like Pansy is." Draco looked up from the ground towards Hermione, his face was emotionless.

"You're a bloody mud blood Granger. I'm a pureblood. HOW in the name of Merlin could we be 'matches'?" he said still emotionless.

"You think I'm psyched about this Malfoy? Do you think this is what I wanted? We've hated each other for 6 years, and then we get put together as Head Boy and Girl, you and I both weren't happy to the news. YOU know it." She said starting to get upset, she wasn't desperate for him and he's accusing her of it. She doesn't want to be something like that. She refuses.

"No." he said quietly. "But, the Antantrum stuff…"

"It shows secret desires Malfoy that have always been there. That side of you that I saw, that's nothing new, it's just hidden by your ego. It's in that book you took from me that night. If you really want to see it, it's in my room, I could show-" she said before getting cut off by Draco.

"It's not necessary." He quietly thinking, she couldn't have known, it's impossible. I don't want her to know. I don't really even want myself to know.

The secret truth was in fact that Draco had always liked Hermione. He just never wanted to confront to the feelings he had for her, so in replace of needing to get her for him, he picked on her. Toyed with her mind, annoyed her, so that he could get her attention but made sure that no one would think that he liked her, him liking Hermione would be out of the Malfoy way, she as a mud blood. He thought that if he could, he could manage all those years without expressing his secret desire for her so that he could easily get over her, but he never was able to. Every night he would struggle with the fact of his desire to hold her in his arms. One part of him would beat him up with the fact that she was a mud blood and it was far from what a Malfoy deserves. The other part is his heart, the one that beats rapidly every time that she walks into the room, every time that she looks at him and every time that they got in a heated argument. He liked her alright, he liked her a lot.

"Malfoy… We're going to have to deal with tomorrow whether we like it or not." He kept his eyes on her. "I know you're upset but it wasn't my choice, it's a mistake but one that we have to deal with for just one day, or our houses will suffer and we ill have to suffer in another week's detention. I don't want to deal with that." She looked down, unsure of what to exactly say.

Draco wanted to kiss her. Just like many times before, even when she was on the verge of slapping him. He loved it when anger was in Hermione's eyes. Her power was irresistible to him, as was her strength. He stared at her, and decided to slowly reveal truth that she could find out easily if he were under the influences of Antantrum again.

"You're right Granger." He said as he stepping closer slowly, "I just can't believe they'd put us together, as being a match." He lied as he continued to move closer "It's something no one would expect, something that just wouldn't happen." He was right in front of Hermione at this point. Hermione leaned backwards into the chair to where she was almost falling into it. He still pressed forward. "The shock of it I guess kind of rushed at me. I know that there are consequences, and I don't want them. So you're right Granger. We're going to need to get along on this one." She nodded, nervously. He was awfully close.

Draco's mind was rushing. His eyes flew back and forth focusing on her eyes before him. He was now right in front of her, urging to do what he's dreamt of ever since they had the share the Head Boy and Girl position.

"To tell you the truth, I'm crazy Granger; I've always been crazy…" He said as he leaned his head in closer. Hermione looked at him unsure and uneasy of what he was a bought to do. His warm breaths lingered softly against her lips, his eyes closed ready to finish what he was going to say, but she wasn't sure if he was going to say it or kiss her. "…for you." He said in a soft whisper, coming towards her slowly, bringing his lips to where they barely were upon hers.

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

Draco pulled away in result of the knocking and said, "But why must you be a filthy mud blood?" He sighed and walked over to the door and opened it, Ron and Harry stood before him, and Draco rolled his eyes as they walked in and he walked away disappearing into his bed room.

Hermione was caught up in so much confusion she just sat there in the same position as if Draco was still there leaning towards her in front of her not collecting the fact that Ron and Harry were there, staring at her in curiosity of what exactly was going on.

"You ok 'Mione?" They both asked. Finally she snapped out of it. She shook her head slightly and looked back towards the two.

"Yeah I'm fine, I just need to get some sleep that's all," she faked a yawn. "So what are you guys doing here?"

"Checking up on you and the ferret situation, everything alright?" Ron asked

"Its fine, it's weird but its fine. Don't worry; it won't be a problem tomorrow. There's Antantrum." A soft smile took over her face, to ease her friends' worries.

"As long as it is that way, we'll be by your side if you want tomorrow 'Mione, now go to bed if you're so tired." Harry said smiling, Harry was a like a big brother to Hermione, he wouldn't let anything bad happen to her in the world and the fact that Draco was her match for at least the year didn't settle easily with him, but he wasn't going to make it an issue that night.

"Alright, thanks for checking on me guys, I'll see you tomorrow." She faked another yawn, picking herself up from the chair, ready to go over to her desk to finish some homework. Harry and Ron said Bye and stepped out of the room. Draco watched above from a dark shadow, then crept back downstairs to finish with Hermione.

"Granger, I don't think I'm done talking to you just yet," he said calmly, walking back towards her slowly, watching her as if she were prey.

"What is it Malfoy?" she said rubbing her eyes, standing across from him in the room.

"What do you feel for me?" he lifted an eyebrow as he said this waiting for her answer.

"I don't know Malfoy. You were amazing when influenced to show your secret deep feelings in your emotion yesterday, and that side is what made me want to try to work things out and make sure that we could do this or if we needed to be under the influence of that Antantrum tomorrow."

"Granger" He bit his lip and looked at her delicately. "There's no need for me to take the Antantrum" Hermione showed more attention urging Draco to go on. "Well, I guess I'm saying that secret feeling's reaction to you during the detention is the truth of what I feel. There's something about you that intrigues me. Like a moth to a flame. I'm drawn to you." He said sighing and then reaching to a curl, moving it softly out of her face and genuinely smiled. Hermione didn't know what to do or think. It was Draco Malfoy for Merlin's sake.

Draco again came in closer but at more of a quicker pace. His lips were lingering just in front of hers just like before. They both could feel the heat of their breath falling upon their lips. Slowly they came closer until his lips met hers. Soft and gentle at first as he coaxed his lips over hers, until he knew for sure she was kissing him back. She wrapped her arms around him and he took that into invitation of taking it into being a deeper kiss. He pulled her over and down onto the sofa, where he hovered over her staring into her soft brown eyes before swooping down and planting another kiss upon her lips. He deepened the kiss to the point where his breath was becoming short. He was kissing her hard. Hermione didn't know if she should push him off, it felt so right but this was Draco Malfoy. She allowed him to remain hovering over her kissing her passionately on the sofa. He finally needed to regain air, he looked at her and his eyes were soft and gentle as usual, only without the influence of the Antantrum this time.

"To tell you the truth I've hidden this for so long, you steal my breath away." Hermione eyed Draco curiously but she couldn't deny it. It was too late; it was too late to deny him.