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A/N: Long time, no write. No reviews either, at least not many. Can't really get on the site right now. That thing is down. Anyway, the intermission is over…

Hermione slipped into her dorm, hoping that Harry and Ron hadn't found a way in. She didn't want to explain way she was back so late. Thankfully, she didn't have to worry.

Sighing, she headed to her bathroom. Pulling out her toothbrush, she started to brush her teeth. Her thoughts wandered back to her date with Draco.

She remembered how right it felt when he first kissed her, like they were meant to be. And, of course, what they talked about felt just as right. Even being in his company felt good.

Pulling on her pajamas, she slid into bed and tossed and turned, trying to get to sleep. Her mind was just too restless to let her.

Finally she got up and headed down to the common room she shared with Draco. Stepping into the light, she was surprised to find the Draco was still up. She softly padded over to him, but he didn't take any notice.

He must be daydreaming or something. Too much on his mind to sleep, just like me, she thought.

She sat down next to him, startling him out of his thoughts.

She smiled and looked up at some of the paintings in the room.

Draco spoke, "Couldn't sleep either?"

"No, my mind is too restless right now. I thought that I would just sit down here for a while. But I'll go if you want to be alone," she said quickly, fearful that he would.

"No, that's okay. I wanted to talk to you, I think," Draco looked puzzled.

Curious, Hermione looked at him expectantly.

"Well, I just want to say that I really like you, no matter the state of your blood. It is the same as mine, when it is all said and done."

Hermione looked startled and pleased at such a compliment.

"Thank you, Draco. I feel the same way."

Draco looked at her with suspicion. "You're not lying right now, are you?" he accused.

"No, have I ever, EVER, lied to you?"

Draco paused to think, "Noooo, not that I can remember…"

"And would I have a reason to lie to you now?"

"No…"

Hermione stood. "Glad we got that out of the way. Now if you don't mind…"

"Mione! Please, just stay here. It's just…cozy…here with you."

Hermione sat down again and leaned against his chest.

"You're right, it is."

Draco laughed, and low, seductive chuckle. Hermione smiled at the sound.

"Draco, what is everyone going to think about this? I mean, about us. It isn't the most popular match that they could think of."

"I don't know. But, hey, let's find out together."

"That sounds nice…"

Hermione finally drifted to sleep, with Draco holding her close.

000

Hermione walked hand in hand to the Great Hall with Draco the next morning. Whispers and stares followed them.

"Draco, I don't like this. I mean, our friends are going to be at each others throats when they see this," she whispered to him.

"With the rumours being created right now, I don't think they will need to see us."

Hermione giggled and raised her head in plain stubbornness.

Upon entering the Great Hall, they split up and went to their respective tables. Thankfully for Hermione, Harry and Ron were late risers, and had yet to enter the Great Hall.

After fifteen minutes of studying and eating her breakfast, Harry and Ron finally came down to breakfast. And they were not in the least pleased. Ron least of all.

"Mione, there are rumours going around that you were holding hands with the ferret on your way down here. I can't possibly believe what I am hearing. Could it be true?" Ron asked, glaring toward the Slytherin table.

"Yes, Ron, it is true. Now if you will excuse me…"

"No, I will not! What are you thinking, Hermione? This is Malfoy we are talking about here!"

"It looks to me that you are the only one talking. Harry seems a little silent."

"Does this have anything to do with brushing us off on the Hogsmeade trip?" Harry asked quietly.

"Yes, it does. I was out on a date with Draco. We had fun," she said as she turned on her heel and walked out with Draco going after her, after glaring at Ron.

"Can you believe the madness, Harry? Hermione is going out with the ferret! He is a death eater! She is going to get hurt!"

"Ron, she is her own person. She can do what she wants. You aren't her father. Besides, do you even know that he is a death eater?"

Ron's mouth gapped up, but no sound came out.

000

Draco caught up with Hermione outside their dorm.

"Mione! What's wrong?"

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