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-Draco-

Thankfully, potions happened to be our last class of the day.

Wondering how Hermione felt about the whole situation I asked how she wanted to proceed. Her hand firmly slipped into mine as we walked toward the exit.

"Granger," Snape had crept behind us, "I would like a word with you."

He turned to me expectantly and I left. It was at least ten minutes until she returned to me. The expression on her face was unreadable.

"I can't believe it," slowly her features turned to their unbelieving mode, "He accused me of cheating on our project!"

Hermione Granger accused of cheating? Now that's something that doesn't happen every day!

"Well, did you?"

Now she looked hurt, "Do you even know what you're implying?"

"That you copied off of the potions master…" I pointed to myself slyly trying to tell a joke to calm her.

A grunt was my reply as she turned away frustrated.

"He said that the only way to make a potion that strong was if," a pause, "If well, we were in love…"

"Snape accused you of using a love potion."

The brown bob nodded and turned to face me, "Why can't people just accept us?"

My Girl (My Girl…Merlin) so distressed like this was not something I liked to see. Suddenly there was a large urge to rampage throughout the school and punch everyone in sight who had ever tried to hurt her or doubted the way we felt… Snape first.

"I'll be right back," all of the blood rushed to my face as I stomped back to the dungeons.

-Hermione-

"Draco, NO," I called after him, "You know I don't like this situation, but that won't do any good! We brought this upon ourselves anyway, and we should deal with it like mature adults. "

Draco clenched his fist until his knuckles turned white while holding mine with his other one.

"There's only one way to deal with this," a Ravenclaw couple walked past us and I pulled him in. Pushing him to the wall I jumped onto his torso and kissed him passionately. Out of the corner of my eye I saw the duo cringe, "We'll have to prove that we mean it."

"Mature adults…Prove it… I'm not complaining," he stuttered as I un-straddled him.

-DINNER-

This is it. The Great Hall…

The boy who always seemed so confident slipped me a mixed look so I inquired, "Where do we sit?"

The Griffindor and Sytherin table were on opposite sides of the room. In my mind I had no doubt that neither of them would accept us.

"Well, there's this roomy broom closet down the corridor," he was joking. Joking at a time like this! Voldemort couldn't be this threatening!

"Really?" Draco looked surprised that I even considered such a thing.

He offered it. Now he has to deal with it.

Spotting Luna Lovegood at the nearby Ravenclaw table I walked over to her and asked for some food. Luna being the oddball that she is didn't even bat an eyelash at the request and plopped food onto an empty platter. Draco was cemented to the spot I left him flabbergasted at my clever idea. He smiled approvingly and relieved me of the dish.

"Why did it take me this long to realize?" he questioned no one in particular and pecked me on the forehead. As I turned around and giggled my eyes caught Ron's at the far end of the hall. He was scowling.

"We'd better go."

-LATER THAT NIGHT IN THE GRIFFINDOR COMMON ROOM-

His finger's slid up my back into my newly formed rat's nest of hair. Our lips never parted and I never wanted them to. Slowly we drifted into eternity….

"AHEM," The Fat Lady dug her nails into my dreamland and pulled it away abruptly.

"ALRIGHT ALREADY," he turned to me, "Goodnight," Draco hit me with a kiss in spite of the portrait. He turned and walked away.

" 'Night?" Somehow not having him near me again tonight was confusing. Two days seemed like months… oddly enough. Sensing my insecurity he turned back toward me and kissed me harder then he had ever done before.

"I know how you feel, but we can't do this, not tonight…" then continuing the kiss, "I love you."

Finally I was alone.

"Abstinence," The Fat Lady was a pretty consistent drinker around holidays.

"Seems like a good word for you," she scowled and swung open, so I crawled through the entrance. Swiftly I headed to my bed and admired the ground.

"Hermione," Harry was sitting on the couch waiting for me.

A/n:

I have no idea what to do with this plot anymore. If someone out there wants to finish it feel free to and i will post it.

ps check out my new story: "I'll Always Be Here"