"Ouch..." Hermione groaned as she untangled her feet from the rest and rubbed her head. She looked around her and saw Ginny wearing the same pained expression she had. She also saw two men lying by them, one of which she hadn't been able to get out of her mind since the reunion. "Malfoy." She groaned, this time annoyance evident in her voice.

The four got up and straightened their robes. "How nice to bump into you, as well, Granger." He replied sarcastically. Ginny looked nervously from Hermione to Draco to Blaise.

"Next time you guys should watch where you're going." She scoffed angrily. "It's rude to bump into people."

"You bumped into us just as much as we bumped into you, thank you very much, little miss red-head." Blaise commented darkly, getting a deeper glare from Ginny.

"Oh, what? Now you're trying to blame it on us? We didn't do anything but walk casually down the street when you two buffoons came out of no where and knocked us right off our feet!" Ginny scorned.

Hermione didn't hear what Blaise replied to her. She was looking at Malfoy, who was looking back at her. Hermione couldn't believe her luck. Going without ten years of saying a word to this man, she talks to him once during an evening event and now she was bumping into him in the streets. Her mouth slightly open, inhaling deep breaths, Hermione stared unsurely into his eyes. His hands were in his pockets and his hair falling in front of his silver orbs, giving him a very Kalvin Clein model look. At least Hermione thought so, being the only one who knew what Kalvin Clein was.

Hermione could hear distant bickering between Blaise and Ginny, but didn't pay attention to it until she suddenly got jerked by the arm and pulled away from the mesmorizing look Malfoy was giving her. "Come on, Hermione. Let's leave before they decide to knock us down again." Ginny fumed, stomping away and pulling Hermione with her in the process. Hermione turned her head and looked back at the pair of boys, her eyes locking Malfoy's for just a second before she turned back to Ginny and followed her down the street.

"Honestly." Ginny growled. "Who do they think they are, strutting around like they're the richest bastards in the world? Well, I guess they are... But that still doesn't mean that they can walk around, knocking people down and not even apologizing. They really think they're better than us, do they? Just because they had nanny's feed them instead of their mothers and got every single wish that their little hearts might desire when they were young. Do they honestly believe..."

Once again, Ginny's voice drowned away from Hermione's mind as she thought back to the little moment she had shared back with Malfoy. How come whenever she wasn't around him she found herself feeling nothing but remorse for the man, yet whenever she was near him her heart skipped a beat and she couldn't take her eyes off of him? Why did he bother her so much? She had already established like many times before that she felt absolutely nothing for him and that whatever they mightve had during school was nothing more than a mindless and meaningless fling? Yet why did he manage to crawl under her skin without even saying two words? Surely not everyone's first lover made them feel this way. Surely there had to be something still there. Was it pain? Was it regret? Was it hurt? Was she still hurt by his bet, which now seemed childish and unimportant? Was she regretting breaking up with him or ever being with him? Were there still feelings for him, deep deep inside her?

No. Hermione thought. But there was something. Curiosity.

Hermione wondered what it would be like to be with him again. She was wondering what would've happened if they had never broken up.

Draco woke up, sweat dripping from his face. He sighed and rubbed his eyes. He just couldn't sleep. He couldn't forget. He couldn't forget what she had said to him so long ago. Ever since the reunion he had remembered the last words she had said to him before leaving him every single night. They kept replaying in his mind and in his dreams. He was shocked that he still knew the exact words. He could even hear her voice sometimes.

"And that's all it will ever be for you. Nothing but quick easy lays and toys. Life will be a game for you. But one day it will come back and bite you in the arse, because you know what? No one will ever love you. No one will ever be able to care for you like I could've. With losing me, you have lost your only chance to be happy in life. You'll be lonely and miserable, while I'll be happy and in love with someone who can appreciate me for who I am. When you will realize the mistakes you've made, I'll be the one looking in your face and laughing. Because you know what the difference between us is? I, unlike you, have respect for myself. So don't you even think that these tears, are for you. Because they're all for me."

Was it true? Was he truly miserable? Yes. He really was. He squeezed his eyes shut as he felt them sting. He didn't know what it was about this girl that made him go emotional. Usually it was so easy for him to shag a girl sensless and not regret it. Usually he could go through women like a pack of cigarets waiting to be smoked, but he seemed to be having an allergic reaction. Wheneve he had tried to get with a girl for the past few weeks, he would always think of her. She would always come to his mind. How his intentions for her had been the same. How he had meant to shag her, then dump her arse. As these thoughts occured to him he felt immature and like a young boy who didn't want to grow up and face the world.

How could this dumb little Mudblood affect him so much? Why did he care so much about what she thought? He groaned in annoyance and got up from his bed, making sure not to wake up Pansy. He walked down to his kitchen and made himself a cup of coffee. He knew what it was. He knew what the thing that was bothering him was.

Curiosity. He was curious as to what would've happened if he had never ruined their relationship. He wondered whether they would've taken their relationship further and whether she would've taught him to love her. He wondered whether they'd still be together. Along with all these thoughts another thing panged at his heart. Guilt. He felt guilty for what he had done. All of this was driving him crazy. He needed to do something. And he knew exactly what.

The only way to solve this confusion was to talk to her.