Alright! I made another chapter. If you guys totally hate it and hate where it's going then tell me to stop. But if you're interested I suppose I could squeeze a few more chapters in.

"That's it?" Draco asked, expecting a fight out of Hermione.

She gave him a crooked smile while she tore into a piece of toast. "Fist tas fummi."

"What?" Draco was slightly amazed at her behavior.

"This tastes funny," she clarified.

"Oh, well there's Love Potion in it."

"WHAT!" Hermione screamed, throwing the toast at him.

"I'm only joking." Draco looked over her shoulder. "Don't look around, it'll be obvious. But I believe we have an audience."

"Oh yeah?" Hermione asked, smiling.

"OUCH!" whispered Ginny. "Harry, you're on my foot."

"Sorry," he whispered back. "Move over, Ron!"

"I'll kill him!" Ron said, loudly.

"SHH!" The couple turned, furious.

"Hey, where'd they go?"

Hermione collapsed into the cool grass near Hagrid's hut.

"Face it, Draco, you're fast but not fast enough."

"As far as I know fast isn't always a good thing," he gave her a mischievous smirk.

"Excuse me?" She glared at him.

"With studying…duh." The gleam hadn't left his eyes. "The slower the better."

Hermione stared.

"Get your head out of the gutter, Granger."

"We've gotta follow them!"

"We aren't taking you, you big oaf! You'll just get us caught!"

"Like they didn't already know we were there, Gin."

"Shut up, Potter."

"Not very friendly."

Draco moved closer to Hermione, both lay looking up at the clouds.

"I meant it, you know."

"That you love me?"

"Well, sure. But the other stuff too…the risk stuff."

"Sometimes it's worth the risks," she quoted.

"Hermione…" he took her small hand in his. "I love you, I do. More than you probably realize, or want to, because it's all a bit strange to me. It's just, if something were to happen to us…because of us. I couldn't deal with that."

"What are you saying?"

"You know what I'm saying."

"Draco, don't." She paused, fighting the tears. "Let's just take it slow, and see how things work out. Maybe nothing will happen with the war."

"Hermione…please. Look, you know how hard this is for me…"

"Really?" she cut in suspiciously. "Because you seem just fine with it."

"What are you saying?"

"You finally have me where you want me…and you're dumping me? What's going on?"

"Nothing," Draco couldn't look at her.

"Answer me."

"Answer me," Draco shot back. "Hermione…do you love me?"

"You know the answer to that."

"Please, please Hermione. I need to hear it."

"Draco…" Hermione shut her eyes tightly. "I love you."

He smirked.

"Alright, alright." A tall boy strode out of the forest. Theodore Nott. "Fifty galleons to Mr. Malfoy."

Draco stood up and began walking away with Nott. He turned to look at Hermione again.

"By the way, Mudblood. The name's Malfoy."

"Was it worth it?" Nott asked Malfoy as the entered the castle. "I was a little suspicious why you made the bet, but I guess it was in the bag for you, huh? All hail Malfoy, let no girl detest him!"

"It didn't work, Nott. I don't want your money. I should have never made that bet."

"What are you on about? That's fifty galleons!"

"Keep it," Draco stormed towards his room.

"I wasn't supposed to fall in love with her too," he whispered to himself.