LISTEN UP!

Ok so im pretty sorry I was on vacation for like three weeks and totally forgot about the story, so sorry. But I also have to apologize for the act that the story doesn't seem to be going anywhere, I promise it will get better, but the ending I had originally planned, well I have changed a lot since I planned that. So Im not satisfied with that ending anymore so im trying to get the story on track for the new ending, so sorry that it's kind of a mess! So please R'n R and keep reading!

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­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­Draco sat in potions trying his best to focus, "then you have to add two pinches of crushed beazor, and then you stir four times counter-clockwise and the potion should turn a light blue-gray" the teacher droned on and on in a monotonous voice. On a normal day he would be asleep by this part of the lesson, but on a normal day Hermione would actually acknowledge his existence. He looked over at the pretty brunette sitting next to him taking notes furiously. Ever since they had gotten in there fight she had refused to talk to him, let alone resume there regular-- activities. But he was going to have to make the final decision soon. They were scheduled to go back to Hogwarts in three days, and he could choose to tell everyone about there relationship, but would mean his family and friends doing and saying unmentionable things to him. Or he could choose to end things with her altogether and give up the only girl he had actually like for more than her looks.

The rustling of the students' papers and the teacher's mumble of "have a good day, class" indicated to Draco that his last class of the day was over and brought him out of deep thought and back into the real world. He gathered up all his things and headed out the door and headed up to his room. Throwing his books on the floor and hopping on the bed, he sighed heavily. Everything in his life he was told to do, as much as he made it seem like he was strong and independent, he was really just a pawn in a game of chess being played by his father, mother, the dark lord, and countless others. Now he had to make a decision, and undoubtedly one that would end up being life changing, and he wasn't prepared to make a decision at all. He stared at the ceiling, trying his best to weigh out what the consequences would be if he did decide to tell everyone about his relationship with Hermione.

He was mostly worried about his father, who would probably take drastic action by trying to do something like kill her, and Draco did not want that at all, but was that the risk, the chance, that he had to take in order to have an actual relationship with Hermione? Putting her into danger? Sure he could try to protect her, but his father was a much more advanced wizard than he was and as crazy as it may seem he could perfectly well see his father injuring him in the process. The way his father looked at it her would probably rather kill his son then have him date a-a-a, well what he considered a-a-a Mudblood. Draco mentally hit himself, what was wrong with him, he even stuttered at the sound of that word, a word that before he had thrown around carelessly. Had he really changed that much? Had he really given up everything that used to be him?

He sighed and kept telling him self the same thing over and over, "but she isn't really a Mudblood, she was just raised by muggles her blood is as pure as mine!" but over and over again the same doubts came to his head, "you dimwit, her family may have been a pureblood family but they did not have the same beliefs as me, for all I know they could be as bad as the Weaselys, those blood-traitors, I mean, to have left there child in the care of muggles!" and then there was the other inevitable, "that she's friends with potter, she practically helped put my father in jail," regardless of the fact that heLucius Malfoy had escaped and was currently lounging comfortably at Malfoy Manor. Draco sighed heavily again, and looked outside watching the last bit of the sun set below the horizon, when he woke up it would only be two days until they got back home, and he still had absolutely no idea what the hell he was going to do. All he knew was that he couldn't stand the looks that Hermione gave him whenever he walked down into the common room, but at the same time he could not even imagine the look that would be on his fathers face if he found out about all this.

Draco had barely slept the previous night going over and over everything in his head. He and Hermione were leaving tomorrow for Hogwarts but this time the trip would take a full day. So technically he head two days to make his final decision, but he would bet that, seeing as he had to spend all the next day in a cabin with Hermione she would bug him all day about him answer. He got out of bed and walked down the stairway into the common room, only to see Hermione sitting there on one of the couches reading the Daily Prophet. He expected her to look over at him as he walked into the small kitchen area and fixed himself a cup of tea, but she did not even seem to acknowledge his existence. It's not like he wanted her to start irritating him about it right now, but it enraged him that she didn't even recognize that he was there. He pounded his fist on the counter and walked to stand in front of her.

"What is it then, is this how you're going to deal with this, just ignoring me until I tell you my answer?" He said aggravated.

"Well actually I was going to keep ignoring you until you told me you would go and tell them, but yes." She said bitterly.

"Hermione you know that's not fair to me, you can't just put me into this position, its not reasonable!"

"I really don't care what's reasonable Malfoy, I gave you a chance and you can't even do this for me" The use of his last name once again stung like a bee.

"You act like its something small, Hermione, this will change my life. You don't really expect me to just change my whole life on a dime, do you?" He pleaded with her. Hermione shook her head and looked down an her feet.

"Whatever, Malfoy, you made a huge choice when you chose to start something with me, im not pushing this on you now, you knew that this would happen, you knew that there would be consequences. So don't act like this came out of the blue, it was always there you just pushed it to the back of your mind." Draco looked at her and sighed.

"Hermione I have barley talked to any of my friends or family since we have been on this trip, and I know the same can be said for you, so can't we just get back to Hogwarts and settle back in before we worry about this?" Hermione looked at him, she knew he had a point but didn't want to get to Hogwarts and him never make a decision.

"Malfoy I just don't want to continue on in secret, do you know how much it kills me that Ginny, Harry, and Ron, my best friends, don't know about any of this? It drives me crazy, I can't stand it, I can't even touch you without feeling guilt." She looked at him and he was quiet for a minute.

"I Know Hermione, I know." He looked down almost nervously, "Would you be happy for a while if you could tell Ginny? I mean she couldn't tell anyone, but just to hold you off until we make an ultimate decision." Hermione ran up to him and hugged him for the first time in what felt like a long time. He was a little shocked at first but then wrapped his arms around her and accepted her embrace. She kissed him quickly on the cheek and stepped back.

"That will defiantly work for now Draco, but you're going to have to make a decision sooner or later you know that." He nodded silently and looked at her for a second.

"Well we have to leave early tomorrow, so goodnight" He said and kissed her on the cheek. He smiled on his way up the stairs, he was glad that Hermione wasn't so mad anymore, but he knew it would probably be a while before things were back to the way they were. He became nervous; however, when considering what he had given into, what if Ginny did tell Harry or Ron, surely they would make a scene, probably try to attack him. He wasn't afraid or the other 2/3 of the golden trio, but more afraid of what the Slytherins would say and do if they heard about him and Hermione. He looked down the stair way back at Hermione who was currently sitting on the couch, reading, and he hoped it all would work out right.

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Another thing kids: Im thinking about writing another story and i have a couple of ideas, but i don't know which to use because i am only going to start ONE more story. So i'll either do a OC/draco fic or a Hermione/Draco, i would rather do one with an orignal character, because i have a pretty good one in mindwho is not a mary sue for those of you who are wondering but if no one will be reading it i would rather do a Hr/D. and if i do an hermione/draco then i will either do a one shot or a shorter story. so the question is:

WHAT DO YOUAS A READER WANT?

so let me know please, it will only benefit you.

Ashlee