"Eh," Draco began, " I think that's..."

"That means we did, oh my god Draco, we had sex!" Hermione cried.

"So," he said shocked, " what's the problem?"

" That's the problem, were supposed to HATE each other!" she screamed at him.

"Oh yeah, that's right. So we'll just act like nothing happened, okay?" Draco suggested.

"Fine, well we better get going down to break fast, see you later." Hermione turned and walked through the doorway.

Hermione left the great hall once she was done eating and went strait to her first class. All day she tried to forget what she remembered, but remember what she had forgotten, or was to drunk to remember. She was so confused in her own thoughts to concentrate and was deep in though when...

"Hermione," Professor McGonnagal said causing Hermione to jump. "Can you show the class how to properly transfigure this item, please."

"Oh yeah, sure Professor." Hermione continued recklessly through the rest of the day. When she got back to the common room Draco was sitting there waiting for her.

"What do you want, Malfoy?" She sneered.

"We need to talk," he demanded. Draco then grabbed her by the arm and dragged her to his room. "Sit," he said pointing to his bed.

Hermione sat there and looked at him sadly wondering what could upset him so much that involved her, or why he would tell her.

"Just listen, don't speak until I've finished," Draco directed, then continued. "Hermione, I know that I'm a pureblood and your a half blood, but I don't care about that or my father. My father wants me to marry a snobbish, pureblooded, stuffy Slytherin bitch! But that's what every pureblood's supposed to have or want, but I don't, I want to be myself not my father! Do you understand anything that I'm saying, (Hermione nodded vigorously and Draco continued) okay. What I'm trying to get to is that my reputation is just an act, yeah I am a rude, arrogant Slytherin who happens to be pureblood and be in a family whose in Voldemort's inner circle. But Hermione, what I'm trying to tell you is that this (he said holding his arms out and looking around, saying as in everything in front of them) was all planned, everything that happened last night, the whole Head Boy thing. I have liked you since the third year, when you hit me that first time it got me thinking."

"About what?" Hermione queued in.

"About our relationship, about this whole big issue between blood lines, and about my future and feelings about you. In our first year I hated all girls especially you, but when we were in second year I realized that girls were pretty cool and that I liked some of them. But you, you were a mystery to me and my mind, I didn't know how to interpret you or how tact around you. When I was near you I felt as if I had to walk on egg shells, but then I started to understand why I did this. By the time we were in the end of third you I grasped the fact that I really liked you, and by the beginning of our fourth year I began to love you, and I still do. Hermione I wanted to tell you this before we graduated from Hogwarts, so I told my dad I really wanted to be Head Boy and he pulled a few strings. I knew you'd be Head Girl, we all did, so I decided that would be the only way to tell you this. I planned exactly how I would act and what I would say, I didn't plan on what happened last night, well at least not all of it. I just wanted to find things out figure out if you had any feelings whatsoever for me, I didn't expect things to get so out of hand. I'm sorry Hermione, you can speak now.

"I need to think," that is all Hermione said before walking out the door to leave Draco more confused then ever.