I woke up late the next the next afternoon, around 4 p.m.

It felt like I was waking up from like a perfect dream.

I opened my eyes and looked at the sleeping figure beside me.

Draco was still asleep, but he looked peaceful so I didn't wake him.

His shoulder length hair was all over his pillow and was messy.

My bed sheet was pulled half up hid body, and I noticed that he wasn't as pale as I remembered.

I pushed his hair away from his face and smiled.

Then I leaned in and kissed him.

He didn't kiss me back for a couple of seconds, but he came around and wrapped his arms around my waist.

He pulled back, looked at me and said, "That's the perfect way to start everyday."

I smiled and got up. "Where are you going?' Draco said while yawning.

"I'll be back. I have to get a shower if I plan on walking down the hall without everyone noticing I smell like you."

"And what exactly is wrong with the way I smell?"

"Nothing, its just don't you think people might get suspicious if I walk around with your scent all over my body."

"Well maybe some people will be reasonable and think you smell like me because we share a living space," he said, trying to hide a smile.

"Well how about this: I don't want to walk around smelling like a guy. Is that a good enough excuse for you?"

He rolled his eyes and didn't answer. I knew he was thinking about letting me go, so I just stood there, waiting.

"Alright, but be in the common room an hour and a half, at 5:30, ok?" he said, his eyes scanning mine.

I bent down and kissed him, and then I said, "Ok, I'll be there."

When I was walking away, I thought to myself, "But I may not be there on time."

One hour and forty-five minutes later, I was standing in front of my closet trying to figure out what I was going to wear.

"Maybe I should wear... no, to small," I said for the umpteenth time.

All of my clothes had gotten slightly smaller over the weeks, but it was nothing to worry about. I would just have to buy some more later.

I finally decided on some blue jean hip-huggers (I don't think they were like that when I bought them) and a sky-blue long sleeved shirt.

When I had gotten dressed, I pulled a brush through my hair.

It was no longer bushy and unmanageable. It fell down my back in long ringlets, much to my pleasure.

When I was done, I looked at myself in the mirror. "Wow, I look great," I thought to myself.

Smiling, I put on my shoes and ran down the staircase to the common room.

When I got there, I saw Draco sitting on the floor staring at the ceiling.

I went over and stood in front of him and waited for him to notice me.

When he noticed I was standing there, I saw his eyes travel from my own down to my hips and back up again, slowly.

Then he looked around me at our clock on the wall. "Hermione, what time did I ask you to meet me here?"

I rolled my eyes and said, "5:30". I looked at the watch on my arm and it said 6:12 p.m. "Ooh, I'm really late." I thought to myself.

"Yeah, you really are," I could tell he was only half joking. He lived for punctuality, something I never was.

"I'm sorry," I said looking down.

I looked back up and I saw his face had relaxed. "It's ok. You look great." I saw him smile, and that made me relax.

"Thanks, and just so you know, you can't rush perfection," I said jokingly.

He stood up, and looked my body down again. "Yeah, I guess you were worth the wait," he said laughing.

"Well, you don't look half bad," I said, returning his good humor.

I stepped back and looked at him. He was wearing black jeans and a black pullover. Under the pull over he was wearing a hunter-green shirt.

His hair was down and fell over his face in white-blonde layers. And (as always) he had managed to part it perfectly down the middle.

I shook my head and rolled my eyes. "What?" he said with a small smirk. 'Well...you are just so...vain," I said between laughs.

He laughed, too. "I just don't want to go around this place looking like crap."

"I walked back over to him and let him wrap his arms around my waist and I did the same for him. "Oh yeah, because a Malfoy must all look his or her best at all times," I said laughing.

"Of course, and I must say that you are doing a great job on looking your best, as a future Malfoy," he said smiling.

I tipped myself up and kiss him. "Thank you," I said. Then I remembered...

"Oh yeah, why did you want me down here at an "exact time"?" I asked, walking around him and sitting on an armchair.

He sat down on the floor next to my legs. "Because, I wanted to talk to you," he said nonchalantly.

"Ok, what about?"

"Well...Hermione, since we are engaged now, I thought we should start telling people...about us," he said, then he looked at me questionably. He was waiting for me to answer, but I knew he had already decided.

That's when I realised that I would have to tell Harry and Ron.

I guess it showed on my face, because Draco pulled me out of the chair and onto his lap. He wrapped his arms around me and said softly "Don't worry, they'll understand about us. It'll be ok."

"But, what if they don't understand, and just don't accept this?" I said softly. I couldn't even begin to think about what I would do if they didn't accept us, and abandon me. How could I live without my best friends?

"Hermione, listen to me," Draco said, making me look at him, "I know that Potter will stick by you through just about anything that happens, but...Weasley I'm not so sure about him. I can tell by the way he looks at you sometimes that he still loves you."

I knew he was right, no matter how much I would try and deny it.

Ron would probably have a heart attack when he found out, and then he would try and kill Draco.

For a second, I even considered not telling him. But I had to, no matter what I thought he might do.

But how would I break the news to them? They would probably kill me for not telling them sooner, or they would kill me for telling them at all.

"You want some time to think this over?" Draco whispered in my ear.

"Yes, thanks for understanding. Where are you going to go?" I said, getting up and walking towards the staircase.

He walked in front of me and said, "I think I'm going to break the news to the Slytherins, Blaise first. So I have to go and find him."

"Ok, I'm going to go upstairs and try to do some homework and some thinking. I'll see you later. I love you," I said softly.

"I love you, too. If you need me, I'm here."

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