A/N All right, I have a slight dilemma, because I don't like the rest of the story, but if you guys give me enough reviews, than I might finish it, or I can just leave it here. Tell me what you think? If you want me to end it here, it might be better, because the characters stay in, as Leylaniez says, in character, but they don't later on, personally. Tell me what you think! REVIEW!

Draco wished he had answered his door now. He had realized it wasn't Blaise after. Blaise would be at the Quidditch meeting. They were discussing whether it was going to work out this year. Draco was tired of the sport though. He just wanted to concentrate on school, and get out. No matter how hard Granger was making it for him, without knowing it.

Dammit! Why had she told him that? Why couldn't she have kept it to herself? Now he had to tell her! He had to go find that small pixy like girl, and tell her now. He went into Potter's room, and looked on the bedside table, where he knew the map Potter had told him to use if he needed it was. He opened it, and searched for her name. She was, naturally, nowhere to be seen, meaning two things. She was no longer on the grounds of Hogwarts, or the Room of Requirement. The Room of Requirement was unfortunately still fighting the fire Crabbe had set during the Battle, so Draco headed for the forest, hoping she would be there.

When he saw her, she was so absorbed in her book, and actually absorbed this time, that she didn't see nor hear him coming.

"Granger?" he called out.

"Hi Malfoy." She greeted reluctantly

"Why did you have to tell me about my eyes, earlier?" He growled. She looked surprised. He did too. He hadn't been thinking that, had he? "Why couldn't you have kept that to yourself?"

"I… I don't know… I was just frustrated. I'm sorry." She looked like she was about to cry. Draco wondered what she was thinking…. Was she thinking that he was truly mad at her? That he wanted her to take it back, because she wasn't good enough for him? No, that was his thought, and he wouldn't let her think that. He was the one who wasn't good enough for her. It was plain and simple.

"You shouldn't be sorry." He said, taking a seat next to her, with his knees almost to his chest, his head looking down, and his hands on his forehead. She felt an urge to put her arms around him, and tell him that it would be okay. "It's my fault. I never should have told Potter, or Blaise, or I should have made them make an unbreakable vow."

"What are you talking about?"

"The only reason you have me stuck in your head, is because those gits made you curious. They told you little parts of things, and little things that made you want to know. Potter told you I had changed, Blaise probably told Potter and Weasley to get involved, and Weasley probably told you something like I was attractive for some reason. Well I am here to clear that up, Granger. I have changed. I have no prejudice against you any longer about you being a Muggleborn. If anything, I have come to respect you for it. I regret how I treated you in the past. It was so wrong, and I hope that someday I will be able to make it up to you, and anyone else I have hurt. I have changed, but I'm still not a guy you want to get involved with. I suggest you just forget I am around. Just pretend I don't exist. Get me out of your head. I may have changed my beliefs, but I'm still an ass."

With that, he got up, walked back up to the castle, more confused than ever.

As soon as he was gone, and hopefully out of earshot, Hermione gave a frustrated scream. Why couldn't he have just left her alone? She would have managed to get him out of her head, somehow if he had just left her be, but no. He had to come and make her more interested!

With a quick flick of her wand, she summoned her best friend, furious because he obviously knew something she didn't.

"What, Hermione?" Muttered an annoyed looking Harry. "I was walking down the corridor with my lovely girlfriend, when suddenly my legs wouldn't let me not walk over here.

"Don't talk to me like that, Potter! I don't know what you know but I know you know something, and if you don't tell me what it is this instant, then I am seriously going to kill you right now." She growled back.

"I would love to tell you what I know, but I have no idea what I know."

"Yes you do! About Malfoy. If you don't start talking I'm sure Ginny won't find you near as attractive if I put an irreversible hex, removing some very important parts of you!" She hissed. Looking frightened, Harry put up a quick barrier between the two of them.

"Look, I promised him I wouldn't tell you anything."

"Since when do you keep promises to Malfoy? Since when do you keep secrets you won't even tell me? You told me all of Ronald's secrets, and you are better friends with that jerk then Malfoy!"

Harry hesitated, not knowing what to do. He was big on the whole loyalty thing, but what if being loyal to one person meant he couldn't be to another. Well, he reasoned with himself, if it helps them both, then it isn't really being disloyal….

"Malfoy is a really good guy now. He thinks he isn't, but he is. And he thinks he doesn't deserve you, but trust me; he deserves you a hell of a lot more then Ron. Hermione, you've just got to… try for him."

"What if I don't want to try for him?" she asked frowning.

"Don't try and feed me that crap. Between Ginny and I, we know you better than anyone, and if you didn't want to try for him, you never would have summoned me here, would you have?"

Hermione sighed, knowing he was right. "Go back to your girlfriend, jerk."

With a grin, Harry did just as she had ordered, leaving her to try and decide what to do.

Hours later, she woke to the bouncing of being carried. She rubbed her neck, feeling a crick, as she opened her eyes, looking up to see Malfoy looking down at her.

"Is your neck sore?" He asked. She nodded. "Next time I wouldn't suggest falling asleep in the middle of the Forbidden Forest, Granger. It took me two hours to find you. You of all people should know that bad things happen there at night."

"You looked for me for two hours?"

"Well after I realized you had left the Gateway forest, you couldn't expect me to just leave you! I found a rather nasty Gytrash looking over you. I had to stupefy the damn thing." She suddenly became aware of two things. First, of how deep in the forest they were, and second, that Malfoy was still holding her.

"How exactly did you find me?"

"I know a spell." He said, as they reached the edge of the forest.

"I-I can walk." She said quietly. He looked surprised, and a little reluctantly he set her on her feet. She felt nervous, after what Harry had said, but she knew that he was right. She never would have mentioned anything to Malfoy, or Harry if she didn't feel attracted to the guy. She sighed, without really realizing it.

"What is it?' Malfoy wondered, looking at her.

"Malfoy I swear it you ask me who put me up to this, I will murder you, okay?"

Confused, he nodded. Hermione wouldn't let herself lose the courage. She pulled on the tie that Malfoy was wearing so he would have to lean he head down to a suitable height, and she kissed him. It took a moment to get him to respond, but he did, Hermione suddenly found that she wasn't sure she would be able to pull herself away. When she finally did though, Malfoy's face was shocked.

"Granger…"

"If what you are about to say doesn't involve asking me to be your girlfriend, then I would not suggest even asking it, Malfoy." she ordered.

He smiled then; big, happy, genuine smile. The most handsome Hermione had ever seen, and she knew that smile would have made her melt. "I suppose I have to ask, then. Don't I?"

"Yes." She said firmly, her face serious.

"All right then. Granger. Girlfriend?" he asked, mock serious. She couldn't keep the smile off of her face, as she smacked him.

"You are seriously a moron, Malfoy."

"What? Was that not good enough?" He teased. She didn't even grace him with an answer, just turned on her heel, walking away from him. He followed her, thinking to himself: this wouldn't be the last time. He would follow her anywhere. He grabbed her hand, twirling her around, and standing so close they were chest to chest. Or sort of, except her head reached the bottom of his chin, and stubbornly, she just stared directly in front of her. She could feel his breathes speed up, while he breathed on her head, because she was perfect height. "Granger, would you do the honor of allowing me to call you my girlfriend?"

Her innocent smiles made Draco want to fall at her knees and beg her; obviously an uncommon feeling for him. "Why yes, Malfoy, I would do the honor of allowing you to call me your girlfriend."

So should I keep writing the ending? :)