Hermione had just settled into her breakfast when she heard the shower start. She realized by now that Draco still loves her, and most importantly, she still loves him. She loves everything about him: his steel gray eyes, the way his silver hair fell over them, his smile that drove her crazy, and the way he stood so confidently. But she had broken his confidence. She had hurt him so deeply the night before. His eyes showed that not only his heart was broken, but his spirit also.

Hermione started crying silently. What was going to happen with them? She knew he loved her and she loved him, but she doubted that love was enough. It was so hard, believing that they could stay together with the world set against them. Hermione's best friends hated Draco, and Draco's family hated her. Draco had done nothing good for Harry or Ron. Ron hated Draco with a vengeance and Harry wished nothing less than death upon him. As for Lucius, a notorious Deatheater, Hermione knew she could never even dream of his acceptance. Although she believed there was at least a speck of hope with Harry, Ron, and most of the Gryffindors, she knew that Draco's family would abandon him, leaving him with nothing, nothing but her. How could she expect Draco to leave everything for her. She was nothing compared to a vast fortune, a guaranteed future, and the pride of a family whose name carries so much value alone.

She felt horrible, sitting there with nothing but memories and food for comfort. Everything was hopeless. Throwing herself back on her bed, she started to weep louder. Lost in her own agony, Hermione didn't hear the shower turn off.

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Draco's cold shower made him realize how much he loved Hermione andcouldn't stand to lose her, ever. He stepped out of the shower with a resolution to make things right between them, no matter what it takes. Even though he had told Hermione last night that nothing mattered to him but her, he didn't take the statement to heart until now. He had thought of all of the material things in his life and knew that he didn't need any of them. He didn't need his family's support to be happy or successful. True happiness comes on your own terms and his required Hermione.

Draco was drying himself off with a towel when heard Hermione, crying. His heart sunk in his chest. It pained him so to know that she was suffering and it killed him thinking he caused it. He hurriedly slipped on a pair of boxers and went to see her. As he walked towards her room, his heart beat wildly in his chest. Comforting her was his only desire.

Draco approached the door, dying a little with every sob he heard. Knocking gently, he could hear her gasp and start to shuffle around hurriedly. He couldn't help but think to himself that he should've left her alone, and let her figure things out on her own. But before he could finish the thought, her door creaked open and there stood Hermione, looking disheveled in an old tee shirt and pajama bottoms, but nonetheless beautiful.

Her tear streaked face showed her pain. Her hair was still wet and a little matted, but her golden brown curls were starting to form little ringlets at the end. Draco slowly reached out and grabbed a piece of her hair and tucked it behind her ears. Hermione stood there, with her eyes closed, wishing for more contact. She moved in closer to his warm body and put her arms around his waist. He immediately reciprocated the much needed embrace. Hermione rested her head upon his chest while he stroked her hair.

Neither of them were sure how long they stood together like that, as one, before they heard a knock on the portrait at the entrance to their common room.

They broke apart suddenly, not really knowing what to do.

Draco looked at her and said to Hermione, "We don't need to answer that."

"Yes we do, Draco. What if it's Harry or Ron? I don't want them to get suspicious."

"Well, don't you think both of them would suspect something, seeing you after you have been crying? You could always tell them you were at the library. Right now, we need to talk."

Hermione, noticing for the first time that Draco was only in a pair of boxers, responded by saying, "Okay, let's talk. But first, perhaps, we should both get dressed properly. We need to take this slow, Draco. Real slow."

"I'll do whatever you want Hermione, whatever you want."

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I hoped you liked it. I know it is a little on the short side again, but I'm sure chapter 6 will make up for it. Don't forget to review. Thanks!