A/N: I've recently revised the first six chapters of this story. Spelling and grammar mistakes have been fixed and I did a little rewriting on a few things, but no major changes. Now that school has started I'm buried in homework and it will be difficult for me to update frequently. I'm sorry to all my readers and to everyone who was looking forward to this story. I will update as much as possible and stay up as late as necessary. I hope you stick with this story. Now enjoy the next chapter.

Chapter 7 - Uncertainties

Down at breakfast the next morning Hermione got suspicious looks from her friends. Harry would not stop asking why she was so happy. Trying to avoid any more questions Hermione went to the library until classes started.

'I hate lying to them. But I can't really be lying if I don't even know what's going on right? Me and Draco, we're well, nothing. Right?' Hermione was doing battles in her head. 'God what is going on? I can't like him, he's my worst enemy. Wait a second Hermione, what if this is all some kind of joke. Yea that's probably it, some sick, twisted game him and Blaise are doing and they're using me as entertainment. How could I be so stupid!' They more Hermione thought about this the angrier she got. 'Man is he going to get it!'

Hermione went through the day distracted by her own thoughts. She had to be elbowed three times by Harry to focus during class.

"Hermione what's wrong?" Harry whispered when McGonagall turned her back to them.

"Nothing Harry just got a lot on my mind that's all," she whispered back, but Harry didn't look convinced. Luckily for Hermione class was dismissed before she could be badgered with more questions. Hermione was in such a hurry to get away from Harry and Ron that she didn't even see Draco in front of her until it was too late. She crashed into him sending the books she was carrying flying. As she bent down to pick them up she heard the voice above drawl, "Watch where you're going Granger, God forbid you ever touch me again." Hermione didn't even think before her hand went flying to his face. "How dare you," Hermione said under her breath before hurrying away.

Draco was walking to his next class when he saw Hermione walk out of Transfiguration in a hurry. She was heading straight for him. 'Oh know, what if she makes us public.' Draco's thoughts were then answered when Hermione ran right into him. Trying to not give them away he made a usual rude comment towards her when out of no where she smacks him. Draco grabbed his cheek, but before he could do anything else she whispered, "How dare you," then took off.

'What the fuck was that?' Draco thought as he rubbed his cheek. "What are you looking at?" he said rudely to the bystanders before grabbing his bag and taking off in the opposite direction Hermione went.

Down the hall Harry watched this exchange and knew something was up.

That afternoon Hermione couldn't avoid Draco any longer. Her next class was potions, which they had together.

"Everyone settle down and take their seats," Professor Slughorn announced as he walked in the room. "Now that your potions have had a few weeks to simmer its time to add the final ingredients. So please find your partners and get started."

Hermione got up and got their cauldron from the shelf and made her way towards Draco. Her plan was to not say a word to him if she could. Hermione sat down and immediately started copying the instructions on the board.

"Hermione, what's wrong?" Draco asked, but Hermione stuck to her plan and ignored him.

"So you're just not going to talk to me? That's real mature. You have a hissy fit over God only knows what and now you're ignoring me."

Hermione was trying to not let him get to her, but so far she was failing. His words were sinking right into her skin and it was eating her up.

"Ok, this is getting a little old. Why don't you just tell me what the hell's going on?"

She finally cracked under the pressure. "You want to know what's going on. What about me? Don't you think I might want to know as well?" she said fuming. "I really hate to say it Malfoy, but you got me. I can't believe I actually fell for it, but good job anyhow."

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"This joke or game or whatever you want to call it. How you tricked me into believing you actually had a good side, but my question is when was the humiliation part. I know you wouldn't pull this without the whole school knowing about it."

"You think this was a game? That I made all of that stuff up? Well Hermione you got it wrong. I'm not that great of an actor, I couldn't make anyone let alone you believe that if it wasn't real."

"So I'm supposed to believe that all those things you said were true and the way you acted in the common room was actually you?"

"Yes you are, because they are true and it is me. I just put up a wall around everyone else so they just see what they want to."

"I don't know," Hermione said not fully believing what he said.

"Can I prove it to you?"

"Gladly."

"Alright meet me outside by the lake at 11."

Hermione corked the vial with their potion inside and took it up to the front as the bell rung. Hermione passed Draco as she was walking out and nodded. Eleven o' clock and she would be there.

At 10:30 Hermione started making her way outside to the lake. She arrived with a few minutes to spare so she took a seat under the giant tree and took to looking out at the lake. When the clock struck 11 Hermione started looking around for Draco. A few minutes went by, but he still hadn't shown. She was starting to wonder if he actually would or not. Right when she was about to go inside Draco appeared at her side holding his broomstick.

"Beautiful night isn't it," he said.

"Yea, sure is."

"So you showed up, that's a good sign. I wasn't sure if you would."

"Why's that?"

"Well I haven't been the nicest person to you over the last six years. I wouldn't be surprised if you didn't trust me."

"Oh I didn't say I trusted you. You have to earn that," Hermione said smiling.

"Well do you want to sit here and chit chat all night or do you want to come with me."

"If it involves that broom, then I'm good right where I'm at."

"Aw, is Hermione afraid of flying," Draco mocked.

"I don't like heights, that's all."

"Mhmm, well you'll just have to get over that." Draco grabbed her hand and pulled her towards him. He mounted his broom and showed her how to kick her leg over.

"Draco please, I really hate heights."

"I thought you just didn't really like them."

"Shut up, alright I hate them; I'm terrified of them really. Now can I please get down?"

"Nope afraid not." With that Draco pushed slowly off the ground He felt Hermione grip tighten around his waist. He flew very slowly and quite close to the ground until she got comfortable.

"Are you alright back there?"

"Next time remember I'm more of a picnic kind of girl." Draco chuckled at her remark, but took it that he could fly a little higher. As the night went on Hermione got more comfortable with flying. She was no longer shaking and she didn't have to keep her eyes squeezed shut.

"The view up here is stunning," she whispered, not meaning for Draco to hear.

"I know; it's distracting when you're bored in a Quidditch match trying to find the snitch." "So are you still a picnic kind of girl or are you starting to like it up here?"

"It's not so bad now, but I'm not sure how many other people could get me up here."

When Draco heard the clock chime midnight back at the school he decided to take Hermione back. He flew low to the ground and finally stopped, hovering, next to the front doors. He helped Hermione off then he dismounted and put the broom back over his shoulder.

"Thanks for coming up with me," he said softly.

"Thanks for a wonderful night."

Draco leaned in and kissed her softly. "Good night."

"Good night," she said. Then she made her way back to her dormitory.