A/N: I must say that I wasn't planning on updating for a little while, but seeing as so many reviews are coming in and I cant keep up with them all, I think that another chapter is in order.

Maybe in the next chapter I will have some personal messages, but not right now. I want to thank all of you SO much for all the support!

Draco stood up from Hermione's couch and sighed deeply, as though the weights he previously felt had lifted from his shoulders had returned. He took the glass off of the table and downed the whiskey in one gulp and proceeded to leave the house. But was stopped by Hermione first.

'What are you going to do?'

'I'm not going to do anything.'

'So your just going to leave a madman out there roaming the street accompanied by the Guy-who-would-not-die and all his little Death eaters?'

'Yup.'

Hermione huffed, and returned to her spot by the fireplace. She waved her wand and a cup of hot cocoa appeared in front of her. She sat there, in silence expecting to hear the door open and him to leave. But she didn't. She grabbed her sweater from next to her, pulled it over her head, and wrapped the silky material in her hands and then picked up her cocoa. Then she looked over at him who was just standing there, by the large window. He stood with his hand holding back the curtain, staring at the stars.

'Why are you still here?' She said softly.

'I don't know.'

'Oh…' she muttered, as a slight smile spread across her face, but faded when she thought about what would happen once he left.

He saw the look on her face. And decided that she probably wanted him to leave, so he offered.

'I could leave…if you want me to.'

'NO!' She exclaimed before she knew what she was saying.

He just smiled. And though it sounded corny to her, his smile really did light up the whole room. It was perfect. But then, this was Malfoy.

'Hermione,' He said, her name sounding odd on his lips, 'You have nothing to be afraid of.'

And though there was no proof what so ever for her to believe him, that she had nothing to fear, she did.

That ended the conversation, and the two sat in what they found to be, one of the most comfortable silence's that one could ever imagine.

Draco admired her. Most people would be in hysterics. Or screaming, or sobbing uncontrollably. But she sat there, and as he stood watching her, he saw only one hot salty tear, that almost looked forced, slide down her porcelain cheek.

He pulled back the flowing silver curtains and put them in the holder to keep them back, and then he sat upon the small window seat that was behind it. He rested his head on the wall behind him and stared up at the sky. The moonlight shone on his platinum hair, illuminating it. The quarter moon could be seen reflecting in his eyes.

Hermione set her cup down on the table. She glanced over to where he was sitting in her window seat. He looked gorgeous, with the moonlight shining on his hair, and the way the moon looked in his eyes. But then again she knew she shouldn't think that way about Malfoy.

He looked over at her. The warm fire was glowing before her, casting its warmth upon her rosy face. He watched the flames and the fire dance in her eyes, and he loved it. But he shouldn't feel that way, not about her. But then without his father around, and his spies watching him, it wouldn't necessarily matter that she wasn't pureblood.

She stood up, and walked slowly over to him. She sat down in the little space that was left next to him, and gazed out at the stars. And the clock struck midnight…

A/N: Please and thank you. Um, yea this wasn't a very long chapter, but I just wanted to bring Mia (Hermione) and Draco closer in this chapter…. but not too close….