Ok, so, I know it's been super long since I've updated, but I was suffering from a major case of writer's block/ disinterest. But Here I am, back again, and I still don't own a damn thing.

I wish we had never bought a king sized bed The only damn thing it's ever been good for Is plenty room for the real good sex I lay in bed in the dark And all that I can see Is the distance that grows between us You seem so far from me -Everclear

Seconds after the door closed, Draco came out of hiding. He cast a long look at Hermione, then looked away. He felt a pang of sympathy for her, but at the same time, he felt a sene of satisfaction at Harry's indignation. After all, he still hated the teacher's favorite, and it had sounded to him like Harry had been cut deep.
Still, Hermione looked deeply hurt, and while he still didn't consider himself in love with her--hell, he didn't really consider himself in like wither her, he didn't think it was his place to do anything.
However, he didn't want to act like an ass and lose what they had, so he simply said, "Sorry about all that. Hope it works out, mate."

Hermione looked up and him. Hope it works out? Thats all he could say? Annoyed, she simply said,"Yeah. Could you please leave"
"Sure," he said, and was gone.

Hermione picked herself up off the floor and walked over to her bed where she lay down, thoughts swirling through her head. She had known all along that what she was doing was wrong, but she had ignored all those sentiments. Had she really thought that they would have been able to keep up with their affair for so long and keep it a secret? Hogswarts was by no means a large school, and gossip there travelled faster than a golden snitch. She couldn't deny that it was, in fact, her fault that they had been discovered. Hermione mentally slapped herself for being so stupid. Why did she have to tell Lavender? Then she came to a realization that startled her. Maybe she had wanted to be found out. Maybe she had wanted to shake the goody-goody image once and for all. Hermione had been sick for awhile now of all the boys keeping their distance from her just because they thought she was too prudish. Dispite her aching, she smiled to herself. Now they'll see, she thought, Hermione isn't the quiet, puritan book-worm they all thought.

Her thoughts turned to Ron and Harry. They had been justifiably upset. She had to admit she would have been furious with them if she had caught one of them in the midst of a blistering affair with Pansy. She knew why Ron was upset; he had had a crush on her for a few years now, although she had never really felt anything for him. Plus it was another slap in his face that yet another one of his friends had been having sex and he still was a virgin. He hadn't known the extent of her and Klum, and she had warned Harry not to tell him. She knew of his jealous tendencies.

Harry on the other hand had seemed just as hurt as Ron, but he had seemed much more angry about it. Hermione couldn't deny to herself that his seething lecture had lit her fire, but she couldn't believe that he had been so into it as well. She had had a bit of a crush on him since she met him on the train first year, but had managed to suppress it, mostly, since then. He, on the other hand, had never shown anything that she would have considered interest in her. She had always believed that he simply thought of her as a best mate and nothing more. And when Ron had come to think of her as more then a friend, well, she had believed that Harry would never like her just for the sake of his other best friend. However, his words and actions minutes ago had suggested otherwise. Only had he suggested that the two of them could "have something" but he had been physically excited by it. Hermione was sure that she had felt him up against her. It was what she had been wanting for so long. But now that it had actually come to be, she felt confused. Had Harry felt this way for a long time and had just not had the balls to confess? Or had he only realized how he felt about her when he had been forced to picture her, instead, with his rival? If that was the case, then she didn't quite trust Harry's feelings. Perhaps he really didn't want her, he just wanted to make sure that Draco couldn't have her.

Either way, Hermione knew what she had to do. She had to talk to both of the boys.