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Chapter 6: Confessions and Much Needed Everything

Over the next few months Hermione did everything in her power to aviod Draco. She awoke befor him, went to bed before him, sat next to him in classes but said nothing, and went in the opposite way as Draco during their night rounds together. She didn't want to face what had happened because it scared her how she'd felt. She liked kissing Draco. She'd liked the taste of him, the feel of him against her, how he'd moaned and gotten breathless because of her. She also was ashamed how she still dreamt about it. His kiss, his naked back, watered and gleaming. It was Malfoy. She couldn't like a Malfoy. She also wondered if it had been a dream, and feared asking him in case it was and he laughed at her.

Draco had been very put off by her reaction to what he'd done, although now that he thought about it, did he really expect anything different? It had been way to sudden, and he hadn't put much thought into what he was going to do before actually doing it. Did he expect her to fall right in love with him right then? No, in reality he didn't, but he knew she'd liked it, he had felt her melting. How could she have kissed him back and then ran off and ignored him for a good two months? No girl had ever reacted this way, and he was going to get her back, no matter what it took. He had to anyway. He was dead if he didn't.

Draco had been visited by Snape once over the two months. Draco had made up a sad excuse, saying he was still warming up to her. Snape hadn't totaly believed him, but let it pass. He was sure the Dark Lord would understand, he wanted this to be perfect right?

Draco sat next to Hermione in classes and he felt like he was ready to die. He felt like bursting out and yelling at her about how she could do this to him, but he knew he couldn't. Everytime he looked at her he felt like crying because of how angelic her face looked from the side. He got used to seeing the side of her face for she never faced him, never looked at him.

Everytime Draco tried to say something to Hermione, she would never answer him. He got so frustrated. It was all her fault. If she hadn't have been getting on his nerves he would never have kissed her. Whats worse is that she kissed him back and then ran. No one did this to a Malfoy.

It was the very first night of November. Hermione was out doing her rounds. Draco stayed awake, waiting for her down in the common room. He was going to make her listen to him. He was going to make her love him.

The time passed slowly, but soon eleven came and Hermione stepped through the portrait hole right on time, only to find him sitting there, looking at her.

'Oh no... I should have waited longer to come back...' Hermione tried to ignor him and walked towards the stair case.

"Come here Hermione, you know that we need to talk." Draco said calmly.

She stopped and turned her head. He was looking at her, calling her, no demanding her to come to him. She slided over to him, her feet not willing to move and so dragging all the way. Her heart rate seemed to fasten with every step toward him she took. After what seemed like forever, she found herself floping down on the couch pillow the farthest away from him. She drew her knees up to her chest.

"Why are you avoiding me? Why did you kiss me back and then run? Why am I so horrible for you to kiss?" he decided to get right to the point.

"Because your you Draco! You couldn't ever change, and it scares me how convincing you can be and so I dont trust myself with you. Thats why I'm avoiding you, thats why I kissed you and ran, thats why your so horrible to kiss." she almost yelled it at him, alreay she was so worked up she almost began to cry. She could feel the tears drawing into her eyes. She would never let him see her cry.

Draco's eyes darkened when she was talking. It hurt him. Then again, it was all true, she should believe those things, what else was she going to believe? It was Hermione, the thinker, the one who couldn't do anything without knowing every fact and knowing nothing would happen if she jumped. He softened himself when he saw how close to crying she was. He suddenly saw anger reach her eyes, she was angry at him for making her be so close to crying.

"I meant everything I said and did that night. I'm not my father, I'm not pure evil. It was all a tough act (at this he suddered to himself, he hated admiting he was weak) and it's not the real me. I really had wanted to kiss you for a long time."

"For how long? When was it that you realized that Hermione Granger, the book worm, teachers pet, muggleborn, know it all bitch of a witch was perfect for you? Huh!" she said this maliciously and sarcastically. She wasn't yelling anymore.

His eyes grew dark now, no pity on her.

"Since third year when you punched me. It made me rethink everything I ever felt about you because I relized that I didn't know you at all." he surprised himself with this answer. It had come quickly to him and it was believable.

Hermione stared at him, a look of a bit of bewilderment on her face. Wow... the way he'd said that... it was almost believable. Almost. Although, it seemed to good to not be the truth. Hermione searched his eyes for some sort of sign of a lie, but he was staring into her eyes, not looking away, meaning he truly meant it. She started paniking. She put her head in he3r hands and breathed deeply, trying to get away from all of it.

Draco put his hand on her head and rubbed her silky golden hair. She turned her head away from him. Draco sighed loudly.

"What do you want me to do? What will it take to convince you?" he asked her and grabbed her hands.

Hermione looked up into his eyes. She thought about it. Suddenly she knew.

"You have to be patient with me. You have to wait for me to make the moves. You stop when I stop and if you want to, you begin when and where I do. You have to be nice to me all the time, that means in public as well. That doesn't mean that you have to show affection for me, but you have to be nice. Oh and you must use your full potencial in class,. not slacking, it was pissing me off how you were taking it easy on me." Hermione finished and waited for him.

Draco was bobbing his head through all she said. He didn't like it all, but he felt it was duable. It was perfect. She would learn to trust and love him, and in the mean time he would gain secrets about the Order.

"I told you Hermione, what ever it takes." he put his hand on her cheek and started to draw her in closer to him. She grasped his hand lightly and removed it.

"Remember to be paticient."

Hermione kissed his cheek before getting off the couch and heading to her room. She paused on the stairs and looked back at him. He was watching her, but his expression wasn't angry. It was calm and peaceful. She continued up the stairs.

Up in her room Hermione changed out of her clothes. They were sweat bound to her from her nerves and her sweater was momentarily stuck over her head. She was to tired to take a shower just then and so she just slipped her silk nighty on over her and climbed underneither her gold and dark red comfoter. She turned her top pillow to the side and slid half of her head onto it and hugged it with her arms. She smiled slightly and fell asleep like that.

When Hermione disappered into her room Draco struggled to get off the couch. He'd been sitting there to long. He made his way up to his room and changed. He put on one of his many paires of dark navy blue silk boxers. He slipped into his bed and put his hands behind his head on his pillow. He looked up at the campoey of his bed. He waved his wand and charmed it to look like the clear nights sky. He now realized that she was getting to him, but he didn't care. He felt good. he knew he had her, she was hanging by a thread, but he had her. Another thing was that he didn't care if it would be just for a while, he had someone that sort of cared for him, and that was something he hadn't had ever, except from his mother, but where was she now? In Azkaban with his father and the rest of the scum. No, he would enjoy this while it lasted. At least she wasn't a whore.

Ginny was sitting in the Gryfendor common room. The fire was warm and comforting. That was something she needed right now. Harry had been holding her for a long time, noticing that something was wrong, but even he hadn't been comfort enough. She needed to see Blaise again. She needed to see comfort in what had happened with them was real. She had felt him in her soul. He knew so much about her without her saying a word, simply looking into her eyes and analizing her, inside and out. She had felt his breath on her lips and she craved it now. She remembered his eyes, penatrating. He had known every move she was going to make, and she his.

Ginny hugged her knees, the same way Hermione did when she was nervious or tired. She noticed that she'd picked up a lot of her habbits from Hermione. She missed Hermione. They'd been really good friends for years and now they always seemed to busy for each other anymore. The Golden Trio was tattered and needed to be mended and now Ginny and her did to. Every thing seemed to be in a weird state, nothing was normal. All she knew was different. Even Ron was becoming too annoying for her to stand, and her feelings about Harry changing rapidly.

Ginny sighed. She needed a long bath. She was going to go use the prefects bath, but she'd be smart about it this time. She sneeked up the stairs to the boys dormitories and and opened the door.

All the boys were sleeping and she couldn't believe how loud they snored! Ginny made her way over to Harry's bed. She walked over to his side and looked at his sleeping face caught by the moon light. He really was beautiful. His hair swept all over his face, not a wrinkled feature telling of a bad dream. Peaceful, that was the word. She brushed a chunk of hair out of his eyes and leaned down and kissed his cheek softly.

"Thanks." she whispered.

Ginny moved around to the foot of his bed and opened his trunk. She rummaged around in it until she found what she was looking for. She grabbed his invisibility cloak and closed the lid to the trunk.

"Spiders! Spiders! Run, Harry, Ginny, ru... run... run..ru..." Ron flopped back down onto the bed.

Ginny had to cover her mouth and bite on her finger to keep from screaming. He'd frightened her and she thought for a minute he'd discovered her. She thought that she should have been used to Rons nightmare screaming, but it still got to her, especially in these days. She got up carefully and walked out, her hands still shaking as she turned the knob of the boys door. She creeped down the stairs and opened the portrait hole. She walked with the cloak over her until she got to the portrait for the prefects bathroom. She said the password and walked in, looking behind her to make sure no one had seen her.

"Decided to try again did we? A bit smarter this time to." Ginny turned around and her heart momentarily stopped.

Bliase was sitting in the giant hot tub that was next to the bath. He had on dark green swim boxers and his head resting on his hands, looking at her. He was smiling slightly.

"Apparently so have you. Can I join you?" she asked him hesitantly, but trying to sound unnerved by his presence.

"Of course. Would it matter what I said anyway?" he asked her.

She knew that it would because she wouldn't want to intrude and would feel emabressed, but she wasn'yt about to let him know that. She answered him that it probably wouldn't and undressed to her bikini that she had on underneith her school uniform. It was a hot pink one with dark red along the sides of the top and bottoms. She'd been planning that morning to come back that night and so she dressed in it instead of bra and underwear so she didn't have to go back to her room before heading out, risking waking the girls. She slid herself into the water quickly, but that wasn't because of the heat, she just didn't want him staring at her any longer.

"How did you know I'd be back tonight? It's been a long time since the first time i tried." she said.

"I had a feeling." he answered her simply.

They said nothing for a few minutes, just sitting, looking at each other. She became confused by their constant stairing contests, seemed like all they did for the past two months was stare into each others eyes. She decided to say something.

"Why is it that all we can do is stare at each other and then suddenly know so much about each other and never really know us. Why... why is it that we can one night be so close to one another and then go right back to being nothing to each other except the regular day person to stare at? Dont you find it all kind of... creepy?" she asked him.

Blaise thought about this. At least she thought he was thinking. He was just staring at her once again, but was silent for a long time. He suddenly moved over to her and sat beside her. He leaned in and kissed her lips lightly.

"That is why. We can simply stare at each other and know each other instantly because we simply can, because it's in our nature to do so when we see each other. We can kiss but then go back to staring at each other only because as long as the other person is there to stare at, everything is ok. When you were sick last week, I nearly died. I couldn't think about anything except the fact that you weren't there at breakfast for me to stare at and for you to stare back at me. It isn't creepy to stare at each other because we can talk to eachother and know so much about each other because our eyes are open to each other and we observe the other so closely. We dont need to be close to one another and yet cant you feel the energy emiting from both of us when we are? This is just as strange and as difficult for me to grasp as it is for you, except the fact that I'm willing to allow it to consume me. I've never hated you or any Gryffendor, I've only hated the Dark Lord. He sent my mother on a mission and she was killed. He took part of my family away from me all because he feels he should rule the world because of how unfair he thinks his life was as a boy. It is because we are so alike that we can feel this way, and it is because of the fates, the stars, the moon, that we have this thing shared between us. I dont know why, but I believe Trelawny. Normally I wouldn't, but she was different that night. Do you understand what I'm trying to get out?" he rushed getting all this out. He'd had a lot of time to think about all this and he wanted to get it all out and done with, the hot tub was begining to get unbarable.

I- I think so... it's a lot to consume..." she had spent a lot of time thinking about everything to, but it had never really registered until he'd said it. All her walls were coming down fast and the water spilling over.

„Are you pulling my leg? Your a Slytherin, I'm a Gryffendor, we cant be doing this and no other Slytherin has ever tolerated someone like me and you of all people... it's almost as surprising as if it were Malfoy saying it, but that in it's self is an impossibility." Ginny started shaking her head, she had to be dreaming, there was just no way.

"Theres nothing we can do about it. I'm not happy with it really, I'll be outcasted from my family and friends, probably have to run for my life because of who you are, and I'll lose everything. But everyday spent without you is just awequard." he said.

"Maybe it's just because I'm pretty to stare at and thats it." she said.

"Maybe, but you can feel theres something so much more here... everything with us is mutual. We can both feel how much we long for each other. We can know everything about each other by just staring. We feel just so right... believe me, I've tried to stop thinking about you, I've done everything in my power... dont hate me but I even slept with someone else to find someone else to love, but I just cant." Ginny's mouth dropped when he siad he'd slept with someone else. She turned away from him.

"Hey, can you blame me? I'm a Slytherin and I was trying to do whatever possible to get a mindless Gryfendor out of my head." he said this and then realized his mistake.

"So I'm mindless now am I?" Ginny flared. Blaise now realized why people called her a firey red head.

"No, no, thats not what i meant, thats what I used to think, no, your actually a lot smarter then me in DADA, the only reason why I can defend you is because I know what your goning to do because I can just look at you, whatch your moves and know what to do. I cant explane it, I just do." Ginny couldn't believe how well he was taking in everything and not freaking out like her.

"Just... just do what I do." Blaise took her by the waiste and slid her toward him.

Blaise leaned in and kissed her lightly at first, but when she didn't retalitate, he kissed her a little harder. He bit on her lower lip tenderly to see if she would open her mouth. She did and he slipped her toung in her mouth and automatically she began to massage his toung with hers.

Ever since her first kiss Ginny had always been a natural kisser, it all just came to her and she never had to think about doing any thing with her toung cause she always kind of responded in the right way. The way he was kissing her was something she'd never experianced before. It was different somehow, she wasn't sure really how, but it was. It seemed as if he was battling her, but the duel wasn't all that important, it was how you made the other feel. She started to pay more attention to how it was making her feel and the energy and responsess she was getting out of him, she thought that was probably the point of this. She was in tune to everything around her and yet totally devoted to putting everything into kissing him, and she had never felt more alive. He started to touch her, lightly, running his hands up and down her back, down her legs, just under her bikini top. She pulled back at little and stopped kissing him.

"Take it easy, I'm not just a peice of ass you can play with." she said standing up and looking down at him. He stood up as well.

"Sorry, but do you get what I mean now? Everything we do is what the other wants, like we know what to do and we fit each other." he said.

"I cant believe your more passionate and romantic then me, it's surprising." Ginny said.

"Your just used to having to be the romantic one, no guys ever treated you right, have they?" he asked her, his eye brows raised.

Ginny didn't want to mention Harry to him. Harry had been good to her, but he'd been the only one. She wasn't about to tell him that they'd had more of a relationship then the normal people knew here at Hogwarts. It would put her in more danger then she already was. She still didn't trust that this was not just some scheme to get at Harry or the Order.

"No... I guess not." she said looking down.

"Your lieing. Dont forget that I know how you work." he raised Ginny's head up by elevating her chin to make her look him in the eye. She wasn't about to back down.

"No, really. Dean was never really that good to me. Well he was, but he wasn't romantic." she said.

"So you've never been in love? Or made love for that matter?" he knew he was pushing it, he just wanted to see how far he could go before she'd go totally over board, but he thought he'd probably done it when she turned and got out of the hot tub.

Blaise had simply wanted to satisfy his own curiosity, as well as other things, what was wrong with that? He was a guy, what could she expect? She had to be all touchy about everything, god damned red heads.

„Hey, dont be like that, I was only being s-"

„A guy? Yes, your just like every other guy on this bloody planet who isn't gay, your rude, worthless and think about sex twenty-four seven! How could I ever think you could be different?" she scowled and started putting on her robe.

„Thats not what I was going to say and you know I am different, common Ginny." Blaise grabbed her hand.

This was a mistake and she yanked her arm away from him. Her eyes got even redder and angrier then before. Blaise backed off.

„Dont touch me, filthy Slytherin. I dont care what Trelawney said, shes a nut case, espcially for thinking that me and you could ever fall in love. She didn't even go into a trance did she? You probably black mailed her into it some how and for some reason, I dont care. Just stay the bloody hell away from me or I'll hex your ass to Merlins grave!" and with that Ginny grabbed the invisibility cloak and threw it over her and walked out the porttrait hole, leaving Blaise there, yelling after her.

Ginny continued down the corridor just outside the prefects bath and didn't hear him come up behind her. Blaise grabbed her shoulders and swirled her around to face him and kissed her, hard. She struggled at first, but he felt her slowly quit resisting and kissed him back. He finally pulled back.

"You know I wouldn't hurt you intentionally Ginny, give me a shot." he looked her in the eyes and hers began to water.

"I just cant. I'm sorry." she turned and ran down the hallway, this time pulling the invisibility cloak over her so her couldn't follow.

Blaise stood there for quite a while, in the dark, with only little moon light shining in through the windows. He was sad looking and to someone if they'd walked by, he would have looked like a new ghost, pale, glowing and sad. That was the last straw, he gave it his all. He should never have taken a liking to her, he didn't even know how it had happened, it just had. He shook his head and walked on. He was a Slytherin, he could get over this easly... right? He'd never been rejected before, maybe thats why he had taken this so hard and he really didn't like her, she was just someone he couldn't have and that was new to him. That's all she was, nothing more, nothing less. Blaise cleared his mind and walked the short distance to his common room instead of moping and taking the long way, risking getting caught by Hermione or Draco. He went to bed without feeling, but her image still haunted his thoughts.

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