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Chapter 3-Sunday

Hermione

Timidly I opened my eyes… it was early morning.

Uhhh, I feel like I slept on the floor all night.

Finally waking up I realized I had. I never even registered that I had fallen asleep.

It was very kind of Draco to leave me here while he left to sleep in his own bed. Some things never change.

That was when I noticed the bundle of clothes I was sleeping on. They were his.

"Interesting," hearing my voice made the events seem more real.

"What's interesting?"

The man himself walked through the door. He had gone to get breakfast… shirtless.

Um, hello there! Someone has been working on their abs!

"Oh nothing… is that food?" My stomach was raging with hunger.

"Last time I checked, yeah," He set the plate and himself in front of me.

The food was stuffed into my mouth. Self control was left behind a few hours ago.

"Should I step back a few feet," he smiled and chuckled.

"God," I wiped my mouth to slow myself down and blushed, "Sorry about that."

"It's ok. I don't mind," His face was a cross between happy and interested and it made full eye contact with me. The face had never stopped smiling since he walked in.

When I had managed to lick the platter of all substance we decided to get to work. The shirt that was worn yesterday remained on the floor.

"This potion is kicking my butt," Draco sniffed himself, "I swear I smell like those fig roots from yesterday still."

"I don't know about figs, but I do know that you have some serious B.O. problems," I exclaimed playfully.

"Ha ha, very funny. I'm sure you don't exactly smell like a bucket of roses either," he stepped closer and sniffed behind my ear pulling away slowly. We both were silent. Together we gazed in into each other's eyes. The gravitational force of his face sucked me toward it. Then I stopped and opened my eyes half way to his.

I can't… this is Draco Malfoy…

"Um," my mouth uttered trying to get the boys attention.

Disappointment flashed through his features as his metallic visions appeared, "Oh, right."

Awkwardly we continued to chop up some gilly weed. My partner broke the silence first.

"So, how much longer do you think that this is going to take?"

"We actually made a lot of progress last night," thoughtfully I continued,"just three or four more steps left."

"Good," his face was like stone. My eyes almost welled with tears at this word's meaning.

It's not like you could have him anyway, Hermione. He's the enemy.

Vigorously I impaled the weed. It was now ruined.

"F--k," my knife was smashed down on the desk.

"Hey, Hey," Draco stroked my back trying to calm me down (it worked), "This is getting to our heads. We've been cooped up too long in here. How about we head back to our bedrooms, take a shower, and then get some fresh air?"

I nodded while he helped me out of my chair. His entire body was pressed onto mine when we performed the bubble spell and his head nestled mine. The incantation was whispered into my ear as though it was our little secret. Whatever was bugging him he had overcome.

"Bye 'Mione."

And we separated for the first time in what seemed like days. It was cold and lonely walking to Griffindor's common room alone. My thoughts were so absorbed in resent events that I didn't even notice Harry and Ron conversing in the hallway.

Harry stopped me as I passed them, "How did it go?"

Mentally I shook myself, "Good."

"Good? Did you lock Malfoy in a broom closet or something," Ron was aghast.

"Sort of," my answer was spacey.

"Hermione, Hey, HELLO," Harry waved his hand in front of my face.

"Hmmm?"

He turned to Ron, "She's mental. Malfoy managed to turn her into a loony in a day."

The other boy observed me, "You're right. She's downright bonkers. I've misjudged his skills."

They shook their heads in unison.

"Oh, shove off." Then I followed my own advice and continued to my room.

God they are annoying.

Draco

The warm water dripping from the shower felt good. There was only one negative effect of the shower, and that was the fact that it was rinsing off the sweet smell of honey.

"Damn, Draco," I banged my head on the wall. Never (NEVER) had I fallen for a girl like this. It was like all of the females in Hogwarts were specks in the breeze compared to Hermione.

God, I've gone soft. Golden Boy's gone down for a mudblood. What will father say? What will the Sytherins say?

I moaned.

"It's nice to hear that again," a female voice called. Shocked, to say the least, I quickly grabbed the nearest towel.

"Pansy, What the F--k are you doing here?" She rounded the corner so that she was blocking the exit of the shower.

"Hey babe," her arm was around my neck. The other was placed on the edge of my towel and was ready to strike, "I've been studying up on my biology. I think understand now, but could you check to make sure I'm right?" The towel suddenly loosened and I felt something drift down into it.

"F--ck. Get the F--ck away from me," but I didn't pull away.

She'll never let me love her. The only person I'm good enough for is Pansy. Just give in.

"There's my boy," it felt wrong to me. Not that she ever really felt right. My body stood still and I closed my eyes, "Jeez, don't fall asleep on me. I'm not that bad."

I pictured Hermione sitting next to that red headed loser again.

"Not today, Pansy. Not today or ever," pushing her aside I walked off.

God she is annoying.

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Hermione

I looked down at my watch. It was nearly quarter to one and Draco was MIA. Plus, it was getting cold outside in the winter snow. My hands rubbed my arms for warmth. This was not the right clothing for this activity! The ensemble consisted of my muggle jeans (Holly Store…I think that's what the brand is), a sheer white long sleeved shirt with a deep 'v' neck, and a brown lace camisole that has gotten many complements because it 'matches my eyes'. This was my favorite outfit. My only sensible choice I made was the dark blue scarf I happened to thrown on. I had dressed up for him.

"Hmm," I shivered.

"Sorry 'Mione," he walked up from behind me and touched my shoulder, "I got delayed." It suddenly got twenty degrees warmer.

"No problem," lying through my teeth…

And so we started walking around the lake. As we moved, my body dared skimming closer to him so that our hands would brush. I enjoyed our conversation also. Not once did it drift into a dull area and we kept laughing the entire way.

"Ahhh," he was coming down from an intense case of hilarity, "One second! One second! Oh my god," he laughed and flopped to the ground.

"Come on. Have a sit," I was pulled down next to him. Then he cleared his throat and stopped laughing. My appearance next to him seemed to prevent him from continuing.

"Yeah so," awkward,"That was a nice rest," I got up.

"Hermione."

"Yes," turning to face Draco.

He looked nervous. It was strange seeing the once eternally cocky boy act this way, "Um, never mind. I've forgotten…"

For the first time since I had company my body shook from the cold.

"Oh god, Hermione you must be freezing! Here, take my coat."

"I couldn't…" believe me I could!

"Please, you must," the long black trench coat was held up so that my arms could easily access it.

I'm not going to argue!

Sweet warm goodness, it felt so nice I nearly sighed.

"Thanks."

He smiled. Only then did I notice that his usual smirk was gone.

Come to think of it, he hasn't acted like that at all since yesterday…

Then it hit me.

Draco Malfoy is… attractive? HE HAS A SOUL? He's actually nice to talk to!

And he loves me.

Wow.

I looked at the true Draco for the first time.

Everything went black.

Draco

More strange looks were thrown at me. Hermione had fainted. I was carrying her to the hospital wing in my arms. Honey washed over me and calmed me from the stares. Not that the glances really bugged me. It was more of the fact that she might be hurt. I was nearly at the Hospital Wing when I was cut off.

"YOU GET YOUR SLIMY HANDS OFF OF HER," a wand was pointed at my throat.

"I'd advise you to move. Hermione is hurt."

"What did you do to her, Malfoy?" His eyes were full of hate.

"Bugger off," I kept walking. Then something hard hit me in the back of the head. Tumbling to the ground my first instinct was to protect the girl in my arms. Her head was safely cradled in my arms.

Everything went black.

Hermione

My eyes fluttered open. To my demise, Draco's were not across from mine.

He left me. He doesn't care…

Madam Pomfrey entered my vision, "Miss Granger, How do you feel?"

Horrible.

"Just fine. Who brought me in?"

"Mister Weasley." My heart sunk to my knees. He had left me after all, "You're free to go now if you feel up to it."

Sighing I got up from bed. Then I noticed something.

Draco was sitting near the end of my bed in a chair staring at me. My heart zoomed back to its normal position. I fell into his arms and hugged him.

"Thank god you're alright," he squeezed me.

We just looked into each other's faces and laughed for a couple of seconds. He had a large gash from his eye to his ear.

"Draco, what happened," when I traced the scar with my finger his grip on me tightened.

"Oh, it's nothing…I just…fell."

Riiight, like I believe that!

"MMMHMMM," Madam Pomfrey cleared her throat to get our attention, "Excuse me."

Ron was standing behind her looking embarrassed. To my great surprise Draco walked over to him.

What happened?

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Draco

"Hey," Ron's face was as red as his hair. In future days I probably would've laughed at this.

"Hey."

"Look, um," his gaze went downward in shame, "I'msorrythatihityouandiknowHermionecould'vegottenreallyhurt."

"Huh?" I milked this moment a little. It's hard to break old habits.

"I'm Sorry. Does Hermione know about what happened?"

"Do you have the decency to tell her that you could've seriously hurt her?" This remark was neutral. Ron looked away.

"I dunno…"

"Then she'll never know."

"Thank you. You're sure she's alright? She didn't get hurt when I knocked you down?"

"I cushioned her fall pretty well, believe me," I rubbed the spot where the spell hit. It was bruised up pretty good.

Ron left abruptly. He was probably embarrassed. Of course Hermione walked over as soon as he left.

"What was that all about?" she said amazed.

"He was just asking if I was the one who made you go to the hospital wing. Ron was just worried about you."

The nurse came over and healed my wounds and we walked back to our classroom.

My partner pulled out the instructional book, "Okay, Where did we leave off? Yak teeth… Gilly Weed… Unicorn breath… oh," she looked up, "We're done."

It was almost like a foreign language, "Done?"

"We just have to pause it one last time to seal it up, done," she looked as confused as I felt.

"And then…and then we leave?"

"Hmm," her body was still as she gazed into my eyes. Gradually her vision shifted to the floor and she walked over to me. My world moved in slow motion as her delicate frame slipped over mine, and we grasped hands and started to recite the incantation.

I'm not letting it end like this.

"'Mione," my hand turned her to face me. We stared into each other again silently for a moment until I continued, "I don't know how to say this or if I even should, but there's something I've been meaning to tell you... Where to start? For the longest time I've loathed you. I've finally realized that I had little reason to. Why would anyone hate someone for how much wizard blood they have in them! That's preposterous. It doesn't change your personal quality. I mean, look at you! The brightest witch in are year. And for one thing, you're gorgeous. More than anything I've ever seen. And you make me laugh like crazy. When you look at me I feel as though I'm melting… I can't even express how you make me feel when you hold my hand. You've really helped me, Hermione. And, well… I- I Love you."

Her eyes wondered for a moment to process, "I love you too," and then smiled intensely. Suddenly both of our wands were dropped on the floor and forgotten.

"So-," words couldn't escape my lips. They were on hers. Slowly I kissed her back and cherished every moment. I looked down into her beautiful brown eyes and just stared for a while. She rested her head on my chest.

This is too good, but I can't be dreaming. I just can't be.

It took us a couple of hours to muster the strength to pull apart and finish the potion.

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