A/N-Hey guys! Long time, no update, and for that I greatly apologize. Okay, since it's been so long, this author's note is gonna be long.

As my way of apologizing, I'm going to give you guys three chapters this time on my update, so have fun and please don't kill me.

Next order of business: many of you guys said you liked the lyrics better in the middle of the chapter, so in accordance to popular demand, all lyrics will now be incorporated into the chapter. If I get any complaints, I'll just change it right back, but I won't keep switching back and forth because that stretches my sanity a little thin…and since I don't have much to begin with I'd like to keep what little I have.

In two chapters or so, I'll go into plot building overload. I've placed bits and pieces of the main direction of the story in already, but unless you have paid meticulous attention to everything I've written, odds are that you haven't caught them. Here's a few things to refresh your memory: the dream in chapter 3; Blaise being an ass, my comment that you all should remember Blaise's vow of revenge (which I hope you heeded); Draco's dad being off with Voldemort. In the next two chapters before the big bad thing happens I'll give you more hints, so read carefully. The story seems kind of basic to me right now, and so, being the kind of writer I am, I gotta make it complicated. Honestly, right now I don't think this story has any plot, and that bothers me.

There's people saying that stories have been deleted for responding directly to reviews, and well, this story wouldn't work if I didn't respond…okay, I really just don't like it when I can't talk to you guys about the stuff you write me. I'll continue to do so if and until I get my story deleted.

Disclaimer- HP is not mine. I earn no royalties or benefits from it, which totally bites!

Chapter 11: Going Public

"What's so funny?" Hermione asked curtly, but she couldn't hide her smile.

"How can I not be happy when my friend is obviously more happy than she's been since she slugged Ferret-boy in 3rd year?" Harry said pointedly. "Especially since its said Ferret-boy making her so happy now?"

"That really hurt, you know?" Draco was grinning as he said it. "You put way too much in that right hook of yours."

"But it was such a good relief of stress," she laughed. "Anyway, you were being an ass that day."

"You're just so fun to argue with, and how was I supposed to know you were going to get angry enough to hit me?" he whined, making Hermione roll her eyes.

"So anyway, I assume you both realize that this will now be all over the school by tomorrow, right?" Ginny put in.

"I couldn't care less really," they said simultaneously and then laughed at the timing.

"You guys don't seem to care either," Hermione pointed out.

"You remember that day you guys went to Hogsmeade together?" Harry asked. Draco and Hermione both had a blissful look on their face. "I'll take that as a 'yes'. Well, we were faking drowsiness to make it easier for you to tell us. Just us two mind you. The others happened to actually be tired, so it was a good cover for us," he explained. "Everyone was pretty much clueless about the whole thing, but we noticed how well you guys were suddenly getting along and figured something was up."

"So you don't hate me for flirting with the enemy?" Hermione asked with great relief.

"You're the smartest one of us in the entire group. We knew that if you didn't have a problem with him, then he was okay. We trust your judgment, Hermione," Ginny said.

"What are we going to do about Ron?" Hermione enquired, the image of him storming off still clear in her mind.

"He'll cool of down eventually," Ginny assured her. Then something seemed to dawn on her and she looked less sure. "We hope…"

They continued to talk for a while until a song that they all loved came on, and they just had to get up and dance.

Listen as the wind blows across the great divide,

Voices trapped in yearning,

Memories trapped in time,

The night is my companion and solitude my guide,

Draco and Hermione were once again lost in their own little world as they spun endlessly across the dance floor.

Would I spend forever here and not be satisfied,

And I would be the one to hold you down,

Kiss you so hard,

I'll take your breath away and after I'd wipe away the tears,

What made this person so special? Why is it that this person is the one I love?

How can one hug just wipe away all the hatred we have for each other?

Just close your eyes dear,

Through this world I've stumbled so many times betrayed,

Trying to find an honest word,

To find the truth enslaved,

What turns hate to love? What could make two people so impossibly different love each other?

Oh you speak to me in riddles and you speak to me in rhymes,

My body aches to breathe your breath,

Your words keep me alive,

And I would be the one to hold you down,

As they held each other close, they contemplated the irony of the world. They contemplated each other.

Kiss you so hard,

I'll take your breath away and I'll wipe away the tears,

Just close your eyes dear,

Into this night I wander,

It's morning that I dread,

Another day of knowing the path I fear to tread,

Oh into the sea of waking dreams,

I follow without pride,

Nothing stands between us,

And I won't be denied,

And I would be the one to hold you down,

Kiss you so hard,

I'll take your breath away and after I'd wipe away the tears,

Just close your eyes dear…

(A/N- That's the best as far as mixing in I can do right now. Sorry.) The night wore away and eventually ended. They headed back up to the Heads' Common Room hand in hand.

This feels so right, Hermione mused. Our hands fit together perfectly. It's as if we were made for each other.

'I wish that time had a pause button because things never stay good. Things never stay happy for me,' Draco thought glumly. 'I can at least enjoy it while it lasts.'

They stood in front of the mirror and looked at their reflections that practically glowed…actually they did glow. The mirror them were so obviously happy that it was kind of sad to see them fade into the portrait. It was Halloween in the portrait as well apparently because the Creators' Common Room was glowing orange and had pumpkins scattered everywhere. They seemed to be in the middle of a party as well because they didn't seem to notice that Draco and Hermione were watching them. Ravenclaw was the first one to respond to their presence.

"Password? Hurry it along will you? I want to get back to the festivities," said the co-founder. They both repeated the password they had said a million times over by now (A/N-Which is my excuse for not repeating it.) and entered.

"So do I get to spend the night in your room, my love?" Draco asked, only partially kidding.

"Haha, very funny. You haven't even asked me out yet, and you expect to sleep with me? I don't think so," Hermione said as she pulled him towards the couch and sat down, pulling him down beside her.

"Well, then if that's the only requirement, will you go out with me, Hermione Granger?" he asked with a smirk, placing his arms around her.

"Oh, so you will only go out with me if I sleep with you?" she said, fake-pouting. "I don't think I will." She turned away from him with her arms crossed directly under her chest, so that it gave her more cleavage and lifted her boobs up. Obviously Draco's attention was drawn to them, which gave her the excuse to say, "You're such a lecher!"

"Ah, but I'm a cute lecher!" he declared.

"That you are," she agreed, turning back to him and placing her arms around his neck. She began to rub small circles into the small of his neck, so it was only reflex for him to relax his head forward. Then, she straightened her back, so the first thing he saw was her chest. She grinned evilly as she watched him glance down the front of her dress. He was starting to get hard. "In any case," she said, suddenly standing up and completely throwing him off balance and making him fall off the couch, "I'll see you in the morning."

"Tease!" he yelled after her from the floor.

"Pervert!" she yelled back. She could hear his laughing from inside her bedroom door.

'Gods above, that woman knows how to drive a man nuts,' he thought to himself, as he got ready for bed. 'Does this mean we're still not going out? Merlin, I'm so confused.'

He sat up for another few minutes pondering upon the way his world had suddenly turned upside down due to one Muggle-born witch, before heading up to bed.

He walked down the stairs from his room that morning, blearily rubbing his eyes and still wearing his pajama pants (only pajama pants mind you), but what he happened upon made him stop in his tracks and become suddenly wide-awake. Hermione was laying on her back on the couch with a book held at arms length above her, her hair flung over the armrest. She was wearing the same outfit she had worn that day in Diagon Alley. She looked so peaceful and perfect he didn't want to disturb her, but she had already heard him.

"Are you just going to stand there, or can we go down to breakfast? I'm starved!" she said, turning towards him.

"Um, er, you were waiting for me?" he stuttered as he made his way down the rest of the stairs.

"Well, yeah… I just didn't think it would be right to enter the Great Hall alone today. After all, all the students and teachers will know by now; I wanted to give a united from," she explained, though that wasn't really the reason. She had just wanted to be the first person he saw that day.

"I still need to get dressed…" he mumbled unsure of himself as only she could make him.

"I don't think anyone will care. It may gain us a few whistles though," she laughed. "Come on let's go!" She said, bouncing up from the couch and walking over to him.

"First things first. Will you go out with me?" he asked to remedy the issue she had pointed out that night.

"Of course. I'm yours for as long as you want me." She then held out her hand to him and asked, "Now can we go?"

They walked into the Great Hall holding hands tightly, as if that was the only thing that kept them in the world. The whole Hall gave out loud shouts and jeers at the sight of the new couple.

"So where are we going to sit?" Hermione whispered to him.

"I'm not sure…it would probably be best to sit with your house because at least then we have Potter and the littlest Weasel to protect us," Draco rationalized.

"Then to the Gryffindors we go!" They walked over to the Gryffindor table and sat down by Harry and Ginny. Ron was nowhere to be seen. "Where's Ron?"

"Well, he was all moody this morning, and he wouldn't even talk to me last night," Harry told her.

"But Ron's stomach will still be hungry right now, so he's probably in the kitchens," Ginny deducted with reasoning of a sister who's put up with him through every mood.

"I hope he gets over it soon." Hermione didn't like the thought of loosing a friend.

"Hermione, you broke his heart. Ron is not understanding in any form of the word. It's going to take some time," Harry said not unkindly.

"You were pretty hard on him too," Ginny commented.

"He deserve—"

"Hey is it true?" asked a third-year Hufflepuff.

"Is what true?" Draco asked skeptically.

"Is Hermione pregnant?"

"WHAT! Where did you hear that?" Hermione screeched. The third-year backed up as if afraid she'd hit him.

"It's all over the school. They say Draco is going out with Hermione because he got her pregnant…" he explained.

"Who started it? Who started the rumor?" Draco asked in a threatening voice.

"I don't know. I just heard it from my friend, Alex Herbinger. Please don't hurt me!" he said as he tried to pull away from the death lock Draco had on his shirt.

"Where is this Alex Herbringer?" Hermione inquired with a sweet but venomous smile. He pointed to his friend, and the hunt began.

A/N- So that's the 11th chapter. I'll list my review responses for the last chapter in Chapter 13 when you get there. On to Chapter12!