Stuck in Love

Summary: Hermione and Draco get stuck in a closet. Enough said.

Disclaimer: I do not own these characters. I do not own these characters. I do not own these characters. I do not own these characters.

Okay then, so I won't change my penname until after I'm done with this fic, good?

Longer chapter. Oh yeah and HPB does not affect this fic.

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Chapter Four:

Draco and Hermione flew apart and she spun around to see Harry and Ron standing in the doorway of the closet.

"Harry! Ron!" She exclaimed, running toward them and throwing her arms around both of them. That was close Hermione…But what would have happened if Draco HAD kissed me?

"Oh Drakey! Are you okay!" Pansy Parkinson exclaimed, running in and throwing herself at Malfoy.

Draco stifled a groan and pushed Pansy away. "Get off of me." He growled, storming past Harry, Hermione and Ron and out of the closet.

"Did he hurt you? Because if he did…" Ron asked, clenching his hands into fists.

Hermione shook her head and put her hands on his shoulders to calm him down. "He didn't hurt me." She didn't mention how nice he had been, or the almost kiss. What was the point? It probably wasn't going to happen again.

Harry, Ron and Hermione headed toward the Gryffindor common room. "What's been going on?" Hermione asked, noticing how wet the hallways looked.

"Some sort of curse went awry and the whole place was pretty much flooded." Harry explained.

"Oh. So does that mean classes are cancelled?" She asked, sounding somewhat disappointed. She needed school to get her mind off of Draco. Not to mention that the Slytherins shared a lot of classes with the Gryffindors. Hermione, what are you doing? Draco Malfoy is a conceited, arrogant bastard! He doesn't deserve you!

"Mione? Can I talk to you?" Ron asked when they had reached the common room.

Hermione was snapped out of her personal thoughts for a while. "Huh? Oh yeah, sure Ron."

Ron glanced at Harry, who nodded and headed up to the Boys' Dormitory. Ron led Hermione to the couch and sat her down, taking a seat beside her.

"Hermione…will you go out with me?" He asked after a long silence.

Hermione sat there stunned. He had to ask her that NOW? When she wasn't even sure if she still liked him?

"I…I don't know what to say Ron." She said finally. Wasn't exactly a lie, she really didn't know what to say.

"I wish you would say yes." He replied, looking down at his feet.

Hermione bit back a sigh. It wasn't like Draco felt the same way. "I'd love to." She whispered, feeling herself blush.

Ron looked up at her, a smile on his face. "Really?" He leaned over and pressed his lips quickly against hers.

She gasped softly when he pulled away. Ron looked around sheepishly. "Sorry." He muttered, rubbing the back of his neck.

"It's…It's okay." She replied quietly. She stood up. "I'm going to the Great Hall to get something to eat. Do you want to come?"

Ron nodded and stood. "Sure." He slipped his arm around her shoulder and they both left the common room for the Great Hall.

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"Pansy, get off of me!" Draco yelled, shoving the Slytherin away.

Pansy pouted. "But Drakey!"

"Stop calling me Drakey!" He stormed out of the Slytherin common room, heading for the Great Hall. He saw Hermione walking with Ron, his arm around her shoulder. He slipped behind a statue and watched them.

"Ron, don't." Hermione whispered, giggling slightly.

Draco walked out from behind the statue and walked right through Ron and Hermione. "Watch where you two are walking." He snapped.

"So that's what I smelled. Wet ferret." Ron retorted, smirking when Draco spun around and glared at him.

Hermione just stood there quietly, unable to take her eyes off of Draco. What was he doing to her?

Draco's eyes met Hermione's for a second before he looked away. "You could do better, Granger." He spat before stalking away.

Ron's eyes glared at him until he was out of sight. "What a snake." He growled, slipping his arm around Hermione's waist.

"He's not that bad." She said quietly.

But Ron didn't hear her. He was too busy muttering about Draco to care. Hermione sighed softly and she walked with Ron to the Great Hall. A few kids were there. Some were cleaning up the rest of the water. Others were talking about cancelled classes. Dinner was supposed to be starting soon.

Ron and Hermione headed to the Gryffindor table, where Neville Longbottom and Seamus Finnigan were sitting.

"Hey Neville, hey Seamus." Ron greeted, sitting down next to Hermione.

"So did you ask her?" Seamus questioned, glancing in Hermione's direction.

Ron grinned and nodded, slinging his arm around Hermione's shoulders. "Yes I did."

Hermione forced a smile and looked away from the boys as they started to talk about Quidditch. She only listened when she heard something of interest to her.

"So we're playing Slytherin tomorrow. You two are going to come to the game, right?" Ron asked.

Neville and Seamus both nodded.

Hermione felt her stomach start to do flip flops. Slytherin and Gryffindor were playing tomorrow. Draco would be playing. Against the House she was in.

She looked over to the Slytherin table and saw Malfoy surrounded by people, probably being asked about being stuck in a closet with her. She sighed and started to pick at a spot on the table.

"Hermione, you okay?" Ginny Weasley asked as she sat down beside her best friend.

"Yeah I'm fine Gin. Just tired."

Ginny nodded but didn't believe her friend for a second. Something was up. She only wished Hermione would tell her what it was.

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The next morning was stormy and rainy. Hermione sighed as she dragged herself out of bed to get ready for the game. She dressed in layers, making sure to grab a hat in the process. With her luck, she'd get sick while standing out there.

She headed down toward the Great Hall for breakfast.

"Psst, Hermione." A voice whispered from behind a statue.

She spun around, but didn't see anyone. Suddenly, a hand shot out and pulled her into an empty classroom.

"Draco!" She exclaimed, her voice barely audible. "What are you doing?"

Draco honestly didn't know. He stood there, running a hand through his blonde hair. "I…wanted to make sure you were okay." He responded, knowing how corny that must have sounded.

"I'm…fine." She said, leaning against one of the desks in the room. "Why did you really pull me in here?" She asked, crossing her arms over her chest.

"I wanted to see you. There was some unfinished business back in the closet."

Hermione's heart fluttered as her thoughts drifted back to the almost kiss. Was that what he was talking about?

Malfoy took a few steps closer to her. "Quidditch match is starting soon. I should get going."

She nodded, licking her lips some. "Yeah. Of course."

He bent down and whispered into her ear, "Weasley really doesn't deserve you."

Draco left Hermione alone in the classroom, trembling.