A/N -> Having Hermoine going back and forth is a little difficult to write, but I'm pretty sure I can handle it. Hope you all enjoy this chapter. Please review :)

AAAHEVEILCHEESEMONKIES -> Of course I know the drill, and I wrote, so you get to read now :)

Mystic-> Here's your next chapter. Enjoy :)

Blaise walked over to Hermoine and put a comforting arm around her shoulder and led her to the couch.

"What's wrong?" he asked in a soft voice. She was still sobbing gently so she didn't answer.

"I can leave" Draco said. "If that's what the two of you want."

Draco hated to see Hermoine crying. He wished it were his arm around her and not Blaise's.

Hermoine shrugged. It was too late now; she didn't care if he saw her crying or not as she was already at that point.

Draco got up and headed towards his room, but stole one last glance at Hermoine before he closed the door.

Blaise turned back to Hermoine. "Come on, tell me what's wrong" he said in a soft tone.

Think of a lie, Hermoine thought quickly while sniffling. Something he'll believe.

"Oh it's just I hate seeing Ron like that. I wish the healers would find the cure already. They said they'd have it by Christmas, but that's not soon enough!" Hermoine exclaimed letting another sob out.

The truth was she missed being in his arms also, as much as she loved Blaise and had feelings for Draco, they were also there for Ron. What was she supposed to do? Her hormones were off the wall!

Blaise hugged her close. She loved him, she truly did, and she didn't want to break it off with him, but part of her wanted to see what it would be like with other guys.

Hermoine fell asleep holding onto Blaise. After crying for so long it had made her quite sleepy so he carried her to her room, leaving her there.

She woke up many hours later to see a dark figure sitting on a chair looking out her window into the night sky. She saw a glint of silvery hair and new immediately that it was Draco.

She cleared her throat which made him jump slightly. He turned to her and sat down on the side of her bed.

"I was worried about you" he said, his silvery hair falling in his eyes, making him look sot of mysterious.

"Don't bother worrying about me. I'm not important" Hermoine said looking down at her silky sheets.

He cupped her chin in his hand. "Don't say that Hermoine. You're as important as anyone at this school. Is that what you're so upset about?"

Hermoine shook her head, her eyes becoming watered down. She didn't know how much more of this she'd be able to take. He had already seen her cry the once, he didn't need to see her cry again. She sniffed the tears back and wiped her eyes.

"Well, then why?" Draco pleaded her. Hermoine bit her lip and looked down at her sheets again.

"I don't want to talk about it. It's just stuff going on with my life right now" she said, her eyes still glazed over, looking into his now.

Draco gave her a curt nod, his face inching closer to hers. She knew what he wanted to do, and frankly she didn't care anymore, well at the moment anyways.

She put her hands around his neck and pulled him down into her lips, kissing him deeply. This is all she wanted to do. She had nothing else on her mind except for her and Draco, alone in her room, kissing feverishly on her bed.

They pulled away suddenly at the sound of a knock on her door. Draco quickly got up and went to his room through the joined bathroom. Hermoine quickly answered the door to find Blaise holding a rose for her.

He cleared his throat and held it out to her. "I thought I'd get you something to cheer you up a bit" he said, smiling at the smile on Hermoine's face. "It's an everlasting rose. It will not wilt or die."

"Oh Blaise," Hermoine started, smiling from ear to ear, forgetting about her snog session with Draco, "You didn't have to." Blaise smiled at her again. "But I wanted to" he said and kissed her lightly.

Hermoine started to lead him backwards, still kissing, landing on her bed. They continued to kiss for a moment, when Blaise pulled away and tucked a strand of hair behind her ears. "You're beautiful, you know that?" he said to her and kissed along her jaw line making Hermoine giggle slightly.

She pulled him back up to her lips, kissing him deeply. She could feel his tongue lick along her bottom lip, asking for entrance which she granted almost instantly, tightening her grip around him, pulling him closer into her.

His hands moved along her body, feeling every curved that he possibly could. He moved down her jaw line once more, and then down to her neck, sucking lightly, wanting to leave a light mark for others to know she was his and no one else's but his.

Draco had walked through the bathroom quietly and looked out the crack of the door to Hermoine's room to see if Blaise had left yet. He peered out to see him all over Hermoine. The Hermoine that should be HIS, not Blaise's. He continued to watch for what seemed like hours, but was in fact only minutes. He became too fed up with what he had seen and stormed back into his room. Some best friend Blaise turned out to be.