Chapter Eleven:

Hermione looked into Draco's eyes, they showed obvious passion, and unusual fire. She looked down at herself and could not believe what just happened. She quickly ran out of the restaurant, leaving her purse, money and keys behind. She only realized it as she was running out. She didn't want to go back in, so she just stood outside leaning against the restaurant wall.

'What the hell did I just do' she thought to herself, 'How did I ever allow myself to kiss him, and worst of all, let him understand I'm falling for him.'

Draco sat at the booth utterly confused. Were the events true or was it merely his vivid imagination.

'Did I just snog Hermione senseless?

But why did she run away? Was it that bad, it couldn't have been, I preformed my best moves.

I was enjoying it, how come she wasn't?……Or maybe she did enjoy it, but the Hermione that he knows, will probably just try to forget it, and act as if there is nothing going on between them.'

He looked down and noticed that Hermione left her purse. He knew that she is probably out there with no money, and no house keys, and decided to run out and look for her.

He paid the waiter as quickly as he could, tipped him generously and ran out to look for her.

He found her leaning against the restaurant's wall. He came towards her, being careful not to come too close.

"Hermione, what happened why did you run away?" he asked gently.

Hermione was too ashamed to look up at him, she looked down at her legs and mumbled something that even she didn't understand. Draco looked at her in confusion.

"What?" he asked, trying his best to understand why she's talking like a mad women.

"I am very sorry for what just happened" Hermione started explaining, her voice was shaky, and she felt like she could stil not look into his eyes.

"It was stupid and reckless of me to do it, for all I know it was all the champagne I had doing all the snogging for me, I would really appreciate it if we can both act like it never happened, go home and forget about this day forever." she said all of that in one breath. When she didn't hear Draco's reply, she finally got herself to look into his eyes.

He looked a little confused, Hermione could have sworn that just for a minute, she saw hurt in his eyes, then he finally spoke up.
"It's ok, I understand, and I will respect your wish and we'll act like today never happened."

He turned around and started stopping a cab on the street. He was hurt by her words, but he knew that's the way things would go.

He had to respect her wish, as hard as he knew it would be on him.

The cab dropped them at their house, Draco paid, and followed Hermione in.

They walked into their rooms and layed on the bed deep in thought. That night, neither of them had any sleep.

Hermione woke up bright and early, her head was banging from all the champagne in the previous night, and she could have barely get out of bed without falling face down.

She quickly grabbed a piece of parchment, a quill, some ink, and sat down to write the longest letter of her life. She wrote to the one persone that would jump up in joy hearing of the events of the previous night.

She wrote everything she remembered about the dining, flirting, and mainly snogging she occupied herself with. She told her about her feelings at the time, and about how she regrets it all now.

Hermione included all the juicy details and begged Ruby not to tell a soul, and to write back as soon as possible with some helpful advice because she was completely lost.

The day went by very awkwardly. Hermione and Draco felt very weird around each other because they felt like yesterday's events would never leave their minds.

They tried to prevent talking to each other, and only commented about things such as the weather and they're meals.

Hermione spent all her day hanging out in her room trying to escape Draco when possible.

She feared she would not be able to stop the urge of jumping on him every time she saw him.

Draco on the other hand, could not spend a minute not thinking about how much he wished she would have reacted differently. Although he knew Hermione would react the way she did, it still tore him apart that she denied her feelings towards him.

He wanted her as it is, and after the night's events he felt like he would explode from anticipation at any given moment.