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Now here is Chapter nine! Enjoy!

The truth recieved

The days passed by fast. Hermione hung out with Harry and Ron, and Draco hung out in the library with Blaise Zambini. Neither of them spoke to each other. They did their head dutties like they were told, and didn't make a motion toward each other. The whole time Hermione kept saying, 'He doesnt like me, thats it.'

Hermione felt a little hurt. Had she been right this whole time? Draco really had no feelings towards her? She sighed into her kidney pie.

Ron looked concerned. " Hey, 'Mione you okay?"

Evidently knowing her best friend wouldn't leave it alone, she looked up at him.

She sighed into the pie again. "I guess."

Harry entered the great hall and sat next to Ron across from Hermione.

"Hey...is something wrong Hermione?"

"Nope, i'm fine."

The grapejuice in Rons hand suddenly spilled all over the table when his twin brothers jumped from behind him and screaming: "Ronald its Quidditch practice today! Dont be late!" making the juice spill on Hermione's lap.

Hermione grabbed her napkin and started to dab at her jeans.

Ron gave her an appoligetic look as his brothers walked away to go bug Angelina, another Gryffindor Quidditch team player.

"Blimey, i'm so sorry Hermione!"

"Its okay Ron, i'm just gunna go change. See you all later!"

And with that she ran off to her dormitory.

Draco had seen her get up abruptly and run out of the great hall.

He turned to Crabbe and Goyle, who were eating and talking to Blaise and Pansy. Leaving them to stuff their faces, he got up and strolled out of the Great Hall. It wasn't till the Grand Staircase that he finally caught sight of her again. The bushy chestnut brown hair softly bouncing around her small, delicate shoulders.

The staircase changed right when Draco stepped up onto the landing of the Heads floor. Hermione uttered the password and rushed upstairs, Draco close behind. When he reached her she was in the bathroom. The sound of running water filling the area. He stepped into the bathroom, Hermione was dabbing a wet washcloth at her jeans.

He pulled his wand out as she spun around at his footsteps. She gasped, but relaxed a bit as she saw him kneel down and point his wand at her jeans, muttering something, and the stain dissapeared. If he hadnt been taking up her thoughts, she probably would have been able to remember that charm.

Draco stood.

She smiled slightly. "Thank you."

He smiled at her. The first contact they'de had in a while.

Hermione realized how close they were. She normally made the first move to kiss or tough, but she realized what seemed to happen everytime. With a sigh she stepped away, slipping past him and out of the Bathroom, to her bedroom.

The door closed behind Hermione, she turned around to see Draco standing there with his hands behind him on the door he just pushed closed.

Hermione looked at Draco curiously as he stepped away from her door and moved toward her.

"Draco what are you..." she was cut off by his lips softly touching hers.

Draco loved Hermione. He was just to scared to show it. Everytime they kissed it grew further, and he was scared and nervous. He had never...and she had never..and when they intesified the kisses they shared, he could feel she wanted him...all of him..and he wanted all of her, but he just didnt understand...and now he did..not touching, or talking, or even being near her, made him empty and lost. He loved her, and nothing could change that now.

As the kisses intensified, he found himself gently pushing Hermione back, and onto the bed.

She grabbed him, unbuttoning his shirt and tossing it aside. He managed to pull her tshirt off and she went for his belt, unbuckling it and the button to his pants. He kicked off his pants, and she pushed on him as she pushed her jeans off as well. His boxers, her bra, and boxer briefs were all that seperated their bodies now.

He pulled away and stood up, running his hands throught his hair. He was breathing heavily, eyes closed and hair ruffled everywhere. He wanted this, he did, yet everytime, he pulls away. He was scared..that was all there was too it.

Hermione sat up, hurt filled her eyes. She had to know.

"What is it with you?"

Draco still stood, his back to her and his eyes closed.

Standing up, Hermione continued. "Why do you always run when you start to show feeling? Do you hate me that much? Is it to digusting to be with a Mudblood Gryffindor? Huh?"

Draco's eyes snapped open. He shot around. Looking at Hermione with serious intensity, his eyes showing how much he cared, the silver blue eyes soft yet hurt with suprise at her words.

He threw his hands up in the air. "THATS JUST IT!" He exlaimed. " I hate you! I hate you because of how you make me feel!"

Hermione persed her lips. "Oh..thank you SO very much!"

His eyes started to feel warm and wet, and for the first time in along time, he cried.

Hermione realized this, 'wow' she thought..'I never knew he could cry..'

Draco spilled himself out, he couldn't hold it in any longer.

"Hermione ...I love you!"

Those three words, that slipped from his mouth... made her melt.

Draco looked up at her. "Hermione, the reason I run everytime our feelings intensify is because i'm scared...im scared Hermione. I'm not used to this! When I'm with you..its just like every bad thing in my life, everybad thing..doesnt matter anymore. You free me..."

Dropping infront of him, Hermione threw her arms around Draco.

"Draco, I love you! OH I love you so much..."

Draco burried his head into her shoulder, holding her close.

Hermione pulled away, but still holding him. Her glistening eyes pure with love.

"Draco...I want you...all of you.."

He looked up slowly, silver blue eyes wet with tears. He smiled and leaned into her.

"Then you can have me..."

Hermione pulled him up onto the bed, and he unsnapped her bra, tossing it aside and she kicked off her boxer briefs and then The only thing left, was Draco's boxers.