I have decided something. If one more person sends me a review saying that I am mean because Draco doesn't love Hermione, or Draco should fall in love with Hermione, or anything at all about how I have to or should write a happy ending, I'm going cause one of the main characters (Hermione or Draco) to die at the hand of the other in the most brutal and bloody of ways. Seriously. Don't test me. This is my story and if I want them to fall in love, they will. Otherwise…read, review, and enjoy.

Chapter Seven

Landslide

The next morning, the snow fell lightly over the grounds. Hermione opened her eyes slowly to find herself in a sea of emerald. She sat up slightly and looked around. She was still in Draco's bedroom. It was the first time she had woken up in Draco's bed. She stretched her hand out, hoping to feel his smooth skin lying next to hers.

The bed was empty.

Hermione sat up more in the bed, pulling the soft sheets up around her naked body. She heard Draco bustling around in the bathroom, getting ready for the day ahead. Hermione took the time to look around the room again. It looked the same as the last time she had seen it in the daylight. This time, however, Draco had a fire burning in the fireplace despite the early hour. Icy wind rattled across the windows, making Hermione evermore grateful for the warm fire, and evermore reluctant to leave the warm comforts of Draco's bed.

The door to the bathroom door opened and Draco walked out, fully dressed. He smirked slightly when he saw Hermione. It wasn't really a smirk though. It was a cross between a smile and a smirk. It reached his eyes though.

"Granger, if you must stay in bed all day, could you possibly do it in your own bed?" Draco asked, smirking but with no malice in his voice.

"I would, Malfoy, but you see, your room has this lovely fire roaring and my room is far too cold." Hermione said, laying back against the pillows. Draco looked at her curiously for a moment before turning on his heel and walking back into their adjoining bathroom. He reappeared moments later looking mildly proud of himself.

"Now, your room has a 'lovely fire'. So you can feel free to return to it at any time." Draco smirked. Hermione smiled softly.

"Why, Draco. Did you just do something nice for me?" Hermione asked, propping herself up on the pillows. Draco sat down on his bed and looked at her.

"No, I didn't Hermione. I just don't want you in my bed all day." He replied, saying her name with a mocking tone. Hermione tilted her head curiously. He didn't have his usual condescending tone he usually used to speak to her. She shrugged slightly and leaned off the bed to gather her clothes. Draco grabbed his bedroom robe from the foot of the bed. He handed it to her to put it on. She looked at it curiously before taking it and pulling it around her exposed body and tying the sash around her waist.

"Thank you, Draco." Hermione said kindly. Draco just nodded and left the room. Hermione stood up and ran her hands over the soft material of the robe. It was much nicer than any bathrobe she had ever owned.

She picked up her clothes from his floor where they had been scattered about the night before. She walked through the bathroom and into her own bedroom. Draco was true to his word. There was a roaring fire in her fireplace and the room was quickly warming from the cold night before. Hermione set her clothes down on the bed and then fell to the ground in a crumpled heap.

The emotions coursing through her veins were too conflicting and overwhelming for her to take in at once. She lay there, on the large ornate rug separating her head from the cold, smooth stone floor. Draco's scent flowed around her as she buried her face deeper into his robe. She inhaled deeply before letting it out as a single tear rolled down her cheek.

She hated herself for going back to him the night before. She was trying to rid her life of him. She knew he didn't want her in the way she wanted him. She had fallen for him without even realizing. It wasn't just the sex that drew her to him, or the way he made her feel free. It was the way his eyes would light up when he was playing Quidditch. The way he would concentrate so hard on his homework and smile proudly when he finished. The way he looked after sex and the way his eyes would burn with lust when he kissed her.

She had fallen for him so hard and it was killing her.

Slowly but surely, it was killing her.

After several long moments, Hermione pulled herself off of the ground and changed into a pair of jeans and a sweater. She pulled her hair into a ponytail and draped Draco's robe over her arm. She walked back into his bedroom and laid the robe across his bed. When she went out into their Common Room, Draco was not there. Hermione quickly left the room and went towards the Gryffindor Tower.

When she arrived, she spotted Harry, Ron, and Ginny sitting in a corner together. They looked up when she entered. Smiles broke out on their faces as they beckoned her over. It had been a while since she visited them in the Common Room.

"Hello, Hermione. Nice of you to drop by." Ron said cheerfully as he made room for her to sit down with them. She smiled slightly and sat down in between Ron and Harry. Ginny sat against Harry's legs with the Daily Prophet in her hands.

"Hello everyone. How are you today?" Hermione asked with a slight sigh.

"Good. We missed you at breakfast, Hermione. Is everything okay?" Harry asked, giving her a knowing look that only she caught.

"Sorry about that. I just…overslept." She said turning her head away from Harry ever so slightly. Harry's eyes widened slightly. He stood up from his seat, causing Ginny to sit up and readjust her sitting position.

"Hermione, I just remembered. I was having some trouble with my Potions essay. Could you help me?" Harry asked in a polite voice. His eyes were hard as he stared at her. Hermione hung her head slightly before looking up into Harry's eyes with a forced smile.

"Of course Harry. I would be glad to." Hermione smiled, following Harry up the stairs to the boys' dorm. When she entered the room she stood in the center, knowing that Harry didn't give a damn about his paper at the moment. Harry slammed the door shut and rounded on her.

"You didn't oversleep did you?" Harry asked dangerously. Hermione tensed slightly.

"Actually, I did oversleep." Hermione said softly. Harry gritted his teeth as he tried to calm himself.

"What did you do last night that would make you sleep so late?" Harry asked with reasonable strain in his voice from trying not to explode with anger at his friend. Hermione just hung her head in shame.

Back downstairs, Ron stood up from his seat on the couch.

"I'm going to see if Hermione can take a look at my paper as well. Be back in a minute, okay Ginny?" He said as he began to climb the stairs. She just nodded and continued reading her paper. He opened the door to his room and the sounds of fighting met his ears.

"I thought you had ended things with Malfoy, Hermione!" Harry shouted at her. Ron froze in the doorway, hoping to not be discovered. He closed the door almost all the way, leaving a tiny crack for him to listen through.

"I had. It was hard Harry. It was too hard. I've fallen for him." Hermione said softly, folding her arms across her chest. Ron felt his blood begin to boil with anger. He had no idea what was going and he wanted to find out. He stayed where he was though, fighting every instinct to burst into the room in fury.

"BUT YOU DIDN'T HAVE TO SHAG HIM LAST NIGHT DID YOU!?!?!" Harry shouted at her. That was it. Ron had heard enough. Calming time was over.

Someone was going to get hurt.

Oh yes. I love cliff-hangers. I really do. Especially when I'm writing them. Now, remember my warning. ANYONE WHO SENDS ME A REVIEW SAYING THAT DRACO SHOULD FALL IN LOVE WITH HERMIONE OR ANYTHING OF THE SORTS WILL BE RESPONSIBLE FOR THE MURDER OF EITHER HERMIONE OR DRACO AT THE HANDS OF THE OTHER! Is that what you want? I didn't think so. So please, send me reviews that don't tell me how I should write my story. Life does not have a happy ending so why should this one?