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A/N: If you read my Disclaimer sorry I love Canada! Canadian chicks kick ass, and some of the boys are pretty hot, just look at Ryan Gosling. Anyways, I love reviews, but I don't get many. If you review I will love you forever.

Chapter 3 – Still Falling

Hermione stormed into the common room, she had just once again walked past Draco and Pansy snogging and it was tearing her up inside. She thought she saw Draco try to follow her after seeing her but she had dodged the confrontation by sprinting up to the common room. She was in a foul mood and walking in on 'Won Won' and Lavender writhing around was too much to handle. She stormed past them fuming.

Harry caught sight of Hermione looking livid and chased her to a corner of the room.

"Look Hermione, I'm really sorry about Ron, I know he hasn't exactly been…subtle." Harry looked at her with sympathy.

"What? Oh, yeah that, I'm devastated, whatever. Look Harry, I'm really tired I just want to go up to bed."

Harry gave her a final searching look and nodded his head. She tore off to her room in need of solitude. Ron going out with Lavender was actually perfect for Hermione, it gave her an excuse for being angry, everyone just assumed she was jealous. She even had stopped talking to Ron to keep up pretences. It was also a perfect way to vent her anger, Ron was the perfect target. He seemed to embody her problems with Draco.

She collapsed onto her bed with a sigh. How could she have been so stupid? How could she have let herself fall for him so bad? One minute she was being civil to him and the next minute she was falling from what felt like the CNTower. (A/N: Ha Canadian reference, tallest building in the world, and good expensive food.) She had been trying to throw herself into her studies and had stopped divulging in petty gossip, however, she couldn't help but snap her head around when she heard someone mention the latest rumors about Draco, even if they were outlandish.

She stripped off her uniform and pulled on some comfy pajama bottoms, and a tanks top. She leaned back into the pile of pillows at the top of the bed and felt very alone. Hermione missed falling asleep with Draco and waking up beside him. They were the only times she felt completely safe. Forget him. Just forget him. He's not worth it. What a lie.

At the same time Hermione was in bed thinking of him, Draco was wandering the halls thinking of her. He had finally escaped Pansy's leech-like hold on him and was reveling in his freedom. He was still peeved about her little fling with McLaggen but he had realized that it was all a scam to get back at him. Draco was also extremely worried about what he was going to do about the cabinet. Admittedly, he hadn't really been working on it when Hermione and him were meeting there, but now he was baffled. He was also sure that she'd be able to fix it or tell him how to, but would she help him like that? No. She had friends here. He rubbed his eyes tiredly and looked at his watch, wondering if Pansy had gone to bed yet so he could slip up to his own room.

He figured there was a good chance she had gone to bed, she always went fairly early to get her 'beauty sleep', in his opinion she could sleep as long as Sleeping Beauty and it still wouldn't be enough to make her stop looking like a pug.

Flashback

Hermione had come to visit him every day for most of a week since they first met in the bookstore. They had an unspoken agreement to meet there at the same time at the same cozy table. Without meaning to, they had both developed a sort of friendship. Draco actually found it easier to talk to her than anyone else. She never judged him, just looked at him with those big dark eyes. They seemed to probe his soul.

In the past couple days he had told her more about his childhood than most of his closest friends knew. He also felt like he had something to prove, that his childhood wasn't that terrible skewed version with the tyrannical father and overpowered mother; he had actually had a fairly normal childhood. Over the years of course his father had become harsh and more demanding, but he still had fond memories of them all vacationing all over the world. His mother was always the one that strangers assumed gave into his every whim but his father had been completely devoted and doting.

He told her of the times when Lucius and him went on rare weekend long fishing trips where they sat around and just talked, and even caught a fish every once in a while. No one who met his father would ever think that Lucius would waste that much time doing such a menial muggle sport, but the two of them enjoyed their time together. That's where Draco admitted his first crush, caught his first fish, and had admitted that it was him that accidentally spilt ink all over his mother's favourite book.

She shared with him as much as he shared with her. He found himself surprisingly interested in her little stories about her dentist parents. He had actually laughed uproariously at her story about their trip to Disney World. It amused him to no end that muggles paid good money to meet other muggles dressed in big suits to look like talking animals, and to ride around on spinning teacups and other assorted contraptions.

End of Flashback

Draco ran his hands through his platinum locks in exhaustion. He had to see her again. Hold her again. Let her know that no matter what he'd always…care about her. Love? No not love, he couldn't, wouldn't love her. That would hurt far too much.

They both fell asleep dreaming of each other and hating themselves for it.

A/N: Hehe it's so full of angst. Wow, I'm bored and in need of romance apparently. Review please!

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