A/n- I know its been very long since I updated! 3 months…

Anyways, back to working on this for the summer. Terribly sorry to all my loyal readers.

Any and all reviews are welcome. Thank you for patiently waiting.

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Chapter 5- What You Want

Two weeks flew by and Draco found himself starting to practice Quidditch in the early days of October. It was chillier, and the wind blew harder than ever. It seemed that Hogwarts was going to receive winter a little earlier this year.

Slytherin's first quidditch match was set to be in the first week of November, so Draco had his team working as hard as ever. They were opening against Hufflepuff, which was no match for Slytherin either way, but Draco wouldn't let his team slack off. They would be playing Gryffindor in February, where the conditions would be ten times worse.

"Ok team! Gather 'round," Draco yelled, sending sparks up with his wand to catch the attention of his players. They flew into a tight knit circle in mid-air, slightly breathless.

"Ok. Hufflepuff is no match for us this year. But we need to keep our heads in the game. Gryffindor will be looking for any weaknesses in this match. The most important thing is, don't use the new moves we've been practicing. No one has seen them and I don't want Gryffindor getting any advantages. Let's perfect those and save them for the Gryffindor match."

His team members nodded in agreement and cheered. Draco smirked and let go of the snitch that was clenched in his fist. "Alright. I'll catch it one more time and then we're done for the night."

His team separated; the chasers went to pass around the quaffle and to practice shoot techniques, the keeper went to defend the hoops, and both beaters played a game of beat and dodge with the bludgers. Draco counted a quick 30 seconds and then sped off to catch the snitch.

A half-hour later, Draco was trudging up the stairs to his dorms, soaked to the bone because it had begun raining halfway through his search for the snitch, lengthening their practice while he sought after the winged ball.

He pushed open the door and dropped his broom on the ground. He flung off his cloak, which had done almost nothing against the sheets of ice cold rain, and hurried across the room. His toes squished around in his shoes as he climbed the stairs. He threw open his door, and Hermione was sitting on his bed.

"What do you want?" he asked angrily, not happy to see her. Since the bedroom scene two weeks ago, they had barely spoken. Apparently Hermione had been too caught up in the moment and hadn't kept her word about Ron.

"I was just wondering where you were. Merlin, Draco," she shot back. Draco untied his sneakers and used a drying spell to clear them of water. He peeled off his socks, which were practically part of his skin now. He tossed his jacket lightly onto the floor, which Hermione looked at in disgust.

"I see you take care of the place," she joked lightly. Draco gave her a look, and kicked the jacket more to the side of his room.

"I'm freezing. I don't care about my bedroom right now Ms. Know-it-all," he snapped. Hermione looked taken aback but didn't say anything. Instead, she looked at the floor.

"I wanted to say I'm sorry. I think I led you on a little."

"You think?" he asked hotly. He stormed into the bathroom and Hermione followed. He started the shower and headed across the bathroom and grabbed a white, fluffy towel.

"Listen, Draco. It's not you really…"

"Don't say it's you. You're pathetic." He checked the temperature of the water.

"Well it is me. You're a good guy and everything but I just don't see you like that. Well, I don't want to see you that way. Even if I do."

Draco gave her a confused look but said nothing. He was staring at the shower.

"So I'm sorry," she finished lamely, and turned to walk away. His arm caught her, turning to face her slowly.

"I… Hermione, you should have just told me to get away and I would have."

"But I didn't want you too. It's just…Ron…"

"What about Ron?"

"He's good to me and he loves me very much."

"And you love him back?"

"Well. I… well…"

"Right. Seems like you have to figure out some stuff of your own."

Draco then led her to her bedroom door, and closed it slowly. He leaned against the door, and he could feel her weight lean against it too. He heard her sigh slowly, almost pitifully, and then he walked away towards the steamy heat of the shower.

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A few days later, Draco and Hermione sat solemnly in the common room, surrounded by books and parchment. Draco was scribbling down answers for Transfiguration furiously, trying to make good use of his hour break session before double Herbology. Hermione was opposite him on a pouf, deeply immersed in her Charms book. He could see her eyes whizzing across the pages. Every so often she would take notes with the quill that was held by her teeth.

Draco looked up at her, sighed, and pushed away his homework, completed. He grabbed his sketchbook from the coffee table and began to draw with black charcoal. He glanced up, getting Hermione's position in his mind, and copied what he saw onto the paper.

"Are you drawing me?" she asked angrily, closing the book and setting it down against the chair leg. Draco ignored her comment, trying to get her eyes right. There was a weird glare coming from the window, and he couldn't seem to master it.

"Could you move a little to the left? I can't get your eyes right in the sun like that," he said, motioning for her to go left. She gave a weird expression but obliged. Then she sat still, looking around, bored.

Draco finished her eyes and moved onto her nose, mouth, and hair. All in all, he thought it looked pretty decent.

"Thanks," he said, choosing a different charcoal and began drawing her body. "Can you try to sit really still for like a minute? I want to get this right."

"Why are you drawing me, exactly?" she wondered aloud, and Draco shrugged.

"You're a good subject matter. See, you're ever changing. There's something about drawing people, you know? They never look exactly alike. There's always a facial feature different, or a mood change, or a curiously weird set of clothing on them. People are the greatest thing to draw, because it's like…a new challenge. Granted, you're always a challenge. But you're around so much, it's easy to see the differences in you than, let's say, any other Hogwarts kid. So I draw you."

Hermione smiled at him, and shifted on the chair nervously.

"You moved," he exclaimed, getting up.

"That was really deep Draco," she said quietly as he moved closer.

"Yeah, whatever. Here, sit like this," he explained, moving her shoulders to a specific angle. His hands gracefully showed her how to put her legs, good for drawing, and right in the light.

"Now, look at me," he said, backing away slightly. She turned her head towards him and he smiled and gave her the thumbs up. "Good. Now two minutes, and then you can leave."

Quickly, he sketched details into the portrait of her, finishing up.

"Okay, you can go now if you want," he said, coloring in the picture lightly with his pencils. She wandered over and glanced over his shoulder, gasping.

"Woah, you drew that?" she said, gaping.

"Yeah, you saw me do it."

"You're amazing… and a little over exaggerating," she said, pointing to her chest in the drawing.

"I don't think so," he replied, flipping the book closed and placing each pencil back into it's case neatly. He threw the book onto the table and packed up his books into his bag, capping his ink and shoving that, as well as parchment and a quill, into his bag after it.

"I think you put a little imagination into your drawings," she said, flipping through the book. He snatched it from her hand, looking away to hide the red creeping onto his face.

"Don't be so ridiculous. You look that good," he said dryly, shoving it into his backpack.

"What, in real life, or your dreams?" she replied cockily. He rounded on her and stared down to her a good 6 inches. She looked away and began to pack up her things too.

"I'm sorry," she said, before hurrying out of the common room into the bustling hallway. Draco collapsed back onto the couch, deciding he wasn't really up for double Herbology. He knew he shouldn't skip class, but he just couldn't face it right now.

Climbing the flight of stairs up to his room, he contemplated going out for a fly on his broom. But, he decided, someone would notice he wasn't in class, especially since Herbology was outside near the quidditch pitch. If he at least stayed in his room, he could feign sickness if necessary.

He turned towards the bathroom, and started the shower. He figured he could take a nice long shower, and then finish up any homework early for the night, leaving time for possible make-up work. He'd head down to dinner early too, since he was already starving.

He jumped in the steamy shower, and just allowed the pellets of water to soak him thoroughly. He washed his shaggy blonde hair as well as his body, and eventually stepped out of the shower. The mirrors were all clouded up from the shower steam. He crossed the tile and grabbed a beige towel from the stack, and wrapped himself in it.

He dried himself off and tossed the towel carelessly onto the ground, finally stepping into his room. It was remarkably colder in his room, and Draco shivered from the icy air on his skin. He grabbed a pair of silver boxers, jeans, and a tight green shirt. Pulling on his clothes, he jogged back down the stairs into the common room, where he immediately lit a fire in the grate.

Even simply hearing the crackling flames warmed him up. He settled onto the couch, plugged his headphones into his ears, and turned up the music. Draco pulled over his backpack, all filled and ready to go, and grabbed his Charms book.

He opened to page 345 and began reading the text, preparing himself for the quiz on the material tomorrow. It was all simplistic and Draco knew most of it, but he needed to review in order to get a good grade. Following Hermione's earlier guidelines, he took notes on another important, to look over quickly before the test.

The time seemed to fly by, and by the time Hermione came storming into the common room, soaking wet, Draco noticed, he had just completed his reading and notes.

"Where the hell were you?" she screamed angrily, throwing her book bag onto the ground, and flinging her wet cloak near the fire to dry it. Draco looked innocently at her and smiled.

"I fancied a shower," he replied simply, closing his book with a snap and stuffing back into his bag, which he kicked away from him.

"You fancied a shower! How very womanly of you," Hermione spat. "Because of you, I had to do the entire project by myself, considering you were my partner. And, you get full marks for it, too."

"How'd you manage to get me full marks?" Draco asked, confused.

"I lied for your sorry ass. I said you were feeling ill," she said, calming down enough to look at him without staring daggers.

"Oh. Thanks."

"Yeah. And I dumped Ron." She said this so casually Draco could have sworn she was talking about homework or a quidditch game. He shook his head and stared at her.

"You did what?"

"I broke up with Ron."

"Why?" he asked suspiciously.

"I thought about what you said. He loves me, yeah, but I don't feel the same way. I mean, I thought I did. But it was just a childhood crush, and it wasn't what I wanted."

"Then what do you want?"

"I don't know, you?"

"Me?"

"You."

"Why would you want me?" he asked nervously. He didn't really want this.

Hermione was silent, and then looked away. "You're…unpredictable. I like about you," she answered finally.

Draco didn't respond at all, but rather chose to study the carpet pattern. He wasn't sure what to do about this. I mean, the plan, this would do well for the dare at least. But, with his feelings in account, would we want to break up with her when the time came?

"I like you too…" he said very slowly. He stood up gradually, and headed towards the door. Hermione's hand stopped him, and twisted him around.

"What are we going to do?" she asked him, and looked into his eyes. The look on her face drove him crazy inside, and he wanted nothing more than to lead her straight back to the couch. But he needed to be patient.

"I'm going to go to dinner," he said, and right on cue, his stomach growled. He stepped around her and headed towards the black door.

"I meant about us," she shot at his retreating figure.

"We can talk about this later, like when I'm fed," he called over his shoulder, and disappeared into the corridor.

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"Ron looked a bit grumpy at dinner tonight, don't you agree?" Draco asked slyly, and Hermione gave him a look back.

"He won't even talk to me. It's a complete disaster."

"Well, I'd expect that from a boy who has feelings."

"Oh, so you don't have feelings?" she accused him, and Draco dropped his gaze.

"I meant, he shows them. Jeeze, woman, don't bite," he responded.

"Whatever. Sometimes it's a good thing to show your feelings," she finally replied back, and got off of the chair she was sitting in.

"Come here," he demanded, and she wandered over to Draco, plopping herself on the couch next to him. She turned to face him, her expression annoyed.

He placed his right hand onto her left; playing with her fingers gently, and gave her a rare Draco Malfoy smile. She smiled back, and Draco guided her chin towards him with his left hand. Leaning in, he kissed her slowly and gently.

Pulling away, she looked at him for a moment, and then got up and walked away. Draco watched her walk away and then got up, following her up the stairs. He stopped outside of her room, where she had just entered.

"Draco, I need time, alright?"

"Time, yeah. Alright."

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A/n- End of chapter 5. Again, sorry for the 3 months break .

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Pce, Krista