Hermione bit her lip, and was torn between going to Draco and simply gulp everything down and apologize, or just walking away and making the whole thing create a distance between them. Hermione looked around. The thing was, she was rather embarrassed about the whole thing, and hoped Draco would come to her first. She flushed, and realized what an awkward situation she was in now, and just wanted them to both be made up and normal again. Minutes ticked past as Hermione sat. Long, boring minutes. Hermione sighed and looked around sadly, but to no avail. She stood up, pictured Malfoy Manor, and apparated with a pop.

Draco walked more quickly around the corner as he heard a quiet, but still audible pop. He looked at the few tree stumps framed by evergreens, but found nothing there. He huffed, deciding he had started to hear things. Draco had decided, after thinking for a while, that she should just find Hermione and make up with her as soon as possible. After all, It was only a little spat that would be amended as soon as they both apologized. He sighed, looking around. He was getting irritated that he couldn't find her. I mean, she should be around her sulking somewhere.

"Ah, Miss Granger!" Greeted one of the head house elves, Alena, warmly.

"Oh, hello Alena." Hermione breathed, still getting over the side effects of apparating. Alena looked behind Hermione and her face creased into a slight frown.

"Is Draco not with you?" Alena murmured up at her, her tone worried.

"Draco is..." Hermione stopped trying to think of an excuse. She trusted Alena. "In truth, we had a little spat. I couldn't find him-" Well, I can allow myself at least that white lie. "-So I came back here."

Alena nodded slowly, but somehow sadly. "A spat.." She said quietly, and then looked up at Hermione. "But I was so sure you two were getting along well! I was so sure Draco liked you!"

Hermione raised her eyebrows at Alena's sudden exclamation. Then she just shrugged. "I guess today wasn't a good day for either of us." She paused, and realised how tired she was. It was only around 5 in the afternoon... That wasn't late. Was it? "I'll be in my room." Alena nodded, and watched Hermione walk up the stairs with a look of concern on her face, before it creased into a weary smile.

"Ah, youngsters these days." She murmured quietly, shaking her head.

~.~.~.~.~

Draco blew on his fingers, leaning against the wall he had just come back to after travelling around in circles. Where in hell was that girl? Sure, they'd had a spat, but wasn't avoiding him a bit much? He hadn't even brought a jacket with him..

Well, maybe a look once more around wouldn't hurt.

This girl is going to kill me.

~.~.~

Hermione paced around the front room, continually looking out of the windows. Where in hell was Draco? Sure, they'd had a spat, but wasn't staying out until dark a bit much? Merlin, he hadn't even brought a bloody jacket with him, he was going to freeze.

Hermione sat down for around thirty seconds, before jumping up and pacing around again. In truth, if anything had happened to him, she didn't want to end on a stupid argument that they were both too stubborn to just quickly amend. Hermione bit her lip.

Ten minutes.

Twenty minutes.

Was that a door opening? Hermione listened, on the tips of her toes, before quickly sighing. It was just Alena.

Twenty five minutes.

Where the hell was he?!

Twenty seven minutes.

God, could time go any slower?

Thirty minutes.

Thirty two m-

"Alena?"

Hermione jumped, instantly recognizing the voice. She stormed out of the room and up to Draco. Without realizing what she was doing, she grabbed him by the shirt, yanking him down to her height threateningly.

"And just where the hell have you been?" Hermione said, her eyes blazing. Draco just looked at her with wide eyes, before looking down at the hand balled up in his shirt and slowly back up. Was that a wince? "I have been waiting, pissed off out of my mind! You think it's just okay to skulk around in the dark by yourself, freezing to death because you think you're too cool to wear a jacket? Do you?" She finished, her breathing a little hard.

Draco looked at her, daring to look slightly bemused. He wrapped his hands around Hermione's fist in his shirt, teasing her. He tilted his head as if he was comforting a small child who had just had a tantrum.

"I was looking, for you." He said slowly, deliberately.

Hermione stood firm by her point, so self assured, still so stubborn. It was almost admirable. She retaliated by shaking her balled up fist. Draco took the hint and his hands slid off.

Hermione looked at him, her eyes incredibly hard. She pulled him closer until they were almost touching noses.

"Yes, and I was waiting for you." She hissed. "Don't you ever," She continued, pushing the fist into his chest to emphasize her point, "ever, make me wait for you again." And with that, she instantly let go of his shirt and stalked off, making for the stairs. Draco smirked.

"Do you really think I can learn my lesson when your hands are all over me?" He called after her.

"Oh, shut up Malfoy!" Hermione shouted back. Draco heard a tinge of amusement in her voice and smiled.

What a weird way to make up.
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A/N: FORGIVE ME FORGIVE ME FORGIVE ME MY LOVELY READERS.

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