Hermione abruptly pushed Draco away.
"Wait this isn't right..." She said turning to leave. Draco stood puzzled for a moment before grabbing Hermiones hand.
"What do you mean this isn't right? I love you, I really hope you love me, what's wrong with this?" Hermione squirmed out of his grasp before replying.
"What's wrong is that I love Harry too..." she shot out before walking away.
"Damn girl..." Draco muttered under his breath as he watched her walk away.
Hermione hastily made her way through the forest as she forced the tears to not fall down her face. She hadn't lied she told herself. She really did love Harry, but she also felt something for Draco. She wiped her, hoping to rid herself of any trace of tears as she stepped out of the forest. She quickly made her way into the Three Broomsticks and sat at an empty table in the back. She sat down, laying her dress across her lap as she held tightly to Harry's necklace, which was draped, around her neck. She breathed a sigh of relief as she felt the necklaces warmth.
"It was just a mistake." She told herself
"I have Harry and don't need Draco anymore..." She closed her eyes, repeating those words to herself. Suddenly she felt someone's soft touch on her arm. A picture of Draco snapped in her mind as her eyelids flew open. She saw Harry's warms eyes staring at her.
"Hey 'Mione." Harry said gently, giving her a small kiss on the cheek. Hermione smiled at him and grabbed his hand pulling him into the seat next to her. Ron stood across from them looking uncomfortable. Hermione glanced at him before beckoning at the chair across from her.
"Sit down Ron, you don't have to stand." Ron slowly pulled out the chair and glanced suspiciously at Hermione.
"Are you ok 'Mine, you look upset." Hermione shook her head.
"It's nothing Ron, just tired. Shopping takes a lot out of me." Harry smiled and nodded.
"I'm with you on the Hermione." he said wrapping an arm around her shoulder.
"Hey Ron, mind getting us a round of butterbeers?" Harry asked, shooting Ron a small smile. Ron glanced at Hermione for a moment before nodding and standing up. Harry breathed a sigh of relief and turned to Hermione.
"Finally, a moment of silence." Harry said running a hand through his hair.
"He's been talking all day." Hermione laughed a little.
"What's he been talking about?" Harry shrugged and fingered the necklace around Hermiones neck.
"Anything and everything. Quidditch, the dance, Fred and Georges shop, Parvati..." Hermione raised her eyebrows.
"Parvati?" She asked. Harry nodded.
"Apparently he's quite taken with her and has asked her to the dance." Hermione smiled.
"Well good for Ron" She said.
"What's good for me?" Ron asked setting down three butterbeers on the table.
"Oh, Parvati. I'm glad you asked, she never shuts up about you." Hermione said nonchalantly, grabbing a butterbeer. Ron blushed and shot a look at Harry. Harry put his hands up in mock surrender.
"Sorry mate, it slipped." Ron didn't say anything, but passed Harry a butterbeer and sat down, taking a swig of his own. He sat his cup down and glanced at Hermione.
"Does she really talk about me?"