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Chapter Seven – Hiding Love

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Two and a half hours later, Madame Pomfrey came over to Draco and told him he could leave. He hopped off the bed, and jumped onto his leg a couple times, and was glad it was in perfect order.

He paused at the Hospital Wing entrance. He didn't really have anywhere to go. He could only really go to his and Granger's common room. And that's what he would do. He glanced at his watch. It was six. He could of course go to bed early, but he could have done that in the Hospital Wing, too.

As he walked to his dormitory, he had an idea. He didn't have any homework to worry about, yet, so he might as well have some fun. He leaned against the wall and thought. He came to a conclusion, even though seventh year Gryffindors were fnished, not including Granger, that didn't mean he couldn't find a sixth or fifth year...

He went down to the Library. There were always people there. And hopefully he'd find a nice Gryffindor girl to take to his room tonight.

And did he find one? Of course! He sat down at a table with about five Gryffindor sixth years, and started a nice friendly chat. All five were drooling by the end, but Draco chose a pretty blonde haired girl. Of course, she wasn't as pretty as Grang- i Draco! /i He thought to himself, i how can you think something like that? Granger is fucking ugly! /i

As the pair walked into Draco's common room, they found Granger curled up on the couch, reading a book. She looked up and saw the girl giggling and Draco wearing a seductive smile, and holding her hand, leading her to his room.

"Well, I see you're well enough to go frolicking around!" Granger called, but Draco shut the door, drowning out her voice.

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Two hours later, and at nine-thirty, the girl had already left. Draco pulled on a pair of boxers and threw himself onto the bed. Now, he was tired. He was too hot (Author's Note: The hot in temperature, not the hott with two t's lol, though, he must have been the second one, too... D) to crawl under the comforters, so he just feel asleep on top of all the sheets.

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Draco woke up the next day, and shot straight up. It was the first day of classes! He got dressed quickly, so he wouldn't be late, and shot out of his room.

Granger was already at the door that led to the hall outside.

"So did you have fun last night?" She asked, rudely.

"Oh, yeah, it was great, too bad you weren't there." Draco replied.

"I wouldn't want to be anyway."

"You're one of the only girls that wouldn't, which is... strange..."

"Maybe it's because I think education and my future are more important that going around shagging guys that look good."

"Not only look good. I'm Head Boy, too, meaning that not only do I look good, but I also get top of the class grades."

Granger snorted, "I wouldn't want to spend a night with you anyway."

"And why not?"

"Because of your attitude, it sucks!" Granger cried. That was the first time she had ever said a word like that.

"At least I don't have to go around apologizing to get friends!"

"Yeah, well you don't have any friends."

"Excuse me?"

"You heard."

"Yes, I do too have friends!"

"Ha! Yes, Crabbe and Goyle."

"Just because I was forced to walk around with those... things doesn't mean I don't have real friends!"

They were pretty much shouting at each other by now.

"Yeah, who?"

Draco snorted, "You're just trying to prove your point. The only reason you're friends with Potty and Weasel is because they saved your life. They wouldn't be friends with you if you weren't so smart! It pays to have someone with your mind as a friend!"

"You just said you're almost as smart as me!"

"I did not, I said I'm second in the class, which means I'm smarter than most, but that doesn't mean I'm smarter than all!"

They had reached the Great Hall.

"It had sounded like you were boasting before!"

"Well, then you heard wrong. Maybe you should listen to what someone is saying before criticising them!"

"I did listen!"

"No... otherwise we wouldn't be arguing..."

Most of the students were staring at them.

"Well, then shut up and we won't be arguing anymore!"

"Fine!" Draco stormed off to his own table. It was just morning, and he was already in a temper. He sat down next to Blaise. Most of the hall went back to chatting and eating breakfast.

"You two are doing a really good job of hiding it." Blaise started.

"Hiding what?" Draco asked, not understanding.

"And now you're in denial..." Blaise said, shaking his head.

"Or wait, was that sarcasm in your voice? That we're doing a really good job hiding it meaning we're not doing a really good job hiding how much we hate each other?"

"Or of course, love each other..."

"Who loves each other?"

"What the fuck, Draco, just admit it! You guys love each other, but are hiding it, because how would it look if two enemies started kissing each other!"

"Uh..." Draco was lost for words. So Blaise thought they really were together... Did the rest of the school think so, too? "Blaise, you're joking right?"

"Nope, I really think you two are –"

Draco cut him off, "Is it only you that's delirious, or is the rest of the school thinking the same thing, too?"

"Um, well, I don't think I'm alone, so I guess you could say the rest of the school thinks the same thing, too." Blaise smiled.

"Oh, fuck..." Draco said.

"So it's true?"

"No, it most definitely is not!" Draco said, angrily, and he stormed off.

He looked around the hall. Half the hall was staring at him, the other half was staring at... Granger. She, too, had stormed off. Apparently, the same conversation had sprung up at the Gryffindor table.

Draco slowed down, and looked at Granger. She didn't look pretty. She looked beautiful. Her hair wasn't as 'poofy' as it was, but laid straight down her back. She had grown taller, and thinner. She moved graciously, and also slowed when she noticed Draco.

He didn't know what had happened, but his conversation with Blaise had sprung something up deep inside him. He wanted Granger for himself. He wanted to hold her, kiss her, love her.

They reached the end of the hall together, and stopped when they were right next to each other. Draco looked deep into her eyes, and he didn't even know when what he did then crossed his mind.

His hand reached behind her head, and he pulled her into a kiss. But she didn't pull away, but kissed him back. Several seconds later, they both broke the kiss. They heard clapping coming from the hall. Draco looked over at Blaise, who was whistling. Draco bit his lip, and sped off, leaving i Hermione /i behind him.

He ran into his dormitory, thinking about what had just happened. Maybe all those fights had started something. But what if Hermione didn't feel anything in the kiss? Draco had felt something, for sure. He had felt passion. He grabbed his books from his room, and hurried to his next class.

As he ran to transfiguration, a question kept running through his mind; was what they had felt for the past few days hidden love?

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b Author's Note:

Well, I'm not saying that they're going to fall in love or anything coughs, but, I hope you liked the way they... stops to think got together-ish? Leave your comments, my typos, your constructive critiscism in a review! Thanks! /b