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A/N: Okay, due to some people's demands, I made a sequel to 'Greatest Fear'. Hahaha, I can't believe I thought of a sequel. I honestly thought it would only be a one-shot but, here I am, making the story a two-shot. I hope this would satisfy you. I mean, I read 'Greatest Fear' again and if I'm not the author, I would probably think the writer ended it with a small cliffhanger.

Anyway, just read it. Review after reading, by the way.

So, enjoy!

It had been two weeks ever since that incident in the Astronomy Tower happened. And of course, for two weeks, Hermione Granger couldn't stop thinking about it.

Every meal time, her eyes would always land on a particular blond Slytherin, a contemplating look plastered on her face. Every class she had together with other Slytherins, her eyes always sought for him. Questions always flashed through her eyes, begging him mentally to at least look at her so that he could see how confused she was when he left her standing in the Astronomy Tower all alone.

Harry and Ron had already noticed the strange behavior of their best friend. Hermione, at first, was pleased since the two were at least showing their concern and not busy snogging and cuddling with their significant others. Not that she cared. Like what she had thought on that day, she was happy that Harry ended up with Ginny and Ron ended up with Lavender. But as days flew by, Hermione was starting to get irritated with their nosiness.

"Nothing's wrong with me, all right?" she softly snapped, her eyes narrowed at her two best friends.

Ron looked miffed. He turned red and then, without speaking, glared at his dinner. Hermione felt slightly guilty with the way she had snapped with her best friends. They were, after all, only concerned. 'But they're being too nosy already,' she told herself.

Harry, on the other hand, released a long sigh. "Come on, Hermione. No need to snap at us," he said softly. Now, Hermione really did feel guilty for showing her irritation. "We're just worried at you. You just seem as if… something's bothering you."

The brunette sighed. At the corner of her eyes, she saw Draco Malfoy standing up from his seat and striding out of the Great Hall. Who knew a simple action like walking could look so graceful whenever Draco Malfoy did it? "I'm sorry," she said, now playing with the potatoes at the corner of her plate. "It's just that… NEWTs are coming and I'm all frazzled and nervous."

The-Boy-Who-Lived laughed and patted the redhead's arm. "See, Ron. I told you it's about NEWTs.. Why do you kept on insisting it's something different?" he asked.

Ron rolled his eyes. "Typical Hermione," he said. For some strange reason, it made Hermione quite offended. The youngest male Weasley looked at the brunette and shook his head. "Seriously, Hermione," he said. "NEWTs would start after three more months. No need to fret about them."

Hermione had to glare. "Unlike others," she spat, "I want to study earlier. Cramming and procrastination? Ha, and then what? Failure? No way."

The redhead flinched and guiltily looked at his dinner again. Harry, despite the fact that Hermione wasn't only talking to Ron, laughed.

The brunette just rolled her eyes.

"By the way," The-Boy-Who-Lived said, his eyes trained intently on Hermione's clothes. "Where did you get that sweater?" He was frowning at the color of the said garment – green. "I've never seen you wear those kinds of clothes before, 'Mione. And Merlin" – he grabbed her green sweater – "it not only looks expensive. It also feels expensive."

Hermione blushed and looked at the sweater now protecting her from the cold. It was the same thing Draco had given to her on that day. Unconsciously, she caressed the soft material. Of course it was expensive! It was, after all, a Malfoy's possession (though, given to her).

The brunette couldn't understand why she kept on wearing this jacket Malfoy had given her. She had a huge bundle in her own trunk. But strangely, she still chose to wear it every time she went to classes. The reason she kept on telling herself was that of all the sweaters she owned, his sweater made her the most comfortable and warmer.

'Yeah right,' she softly snorted, receiving curious looks from both of her best friends.

Buried deep down her brain, she knew her real reason.

She needed a proof that that did happen in the Astronomy Tower. And, Malfoy's jacket was enough proof that the ki – ahem – that had happened.

Hermione played with a loose strand from the said sweater. Whenever she wore it to classes, she could feel Malfoy's eyes burning holes at the back of her head. And, they always made her uncomfortable. One time, she told herself that she wouldn't wear his sweater for a day. Too bad, once the bell rang, signaling lunchtime, she immediately ran up to the girl's dormitory in the Gryffindor common room and retrieved the sweater.

The Gryffindor brunette couldn't believe that she would be so attached with his sweater.

As her eyes landed on the spot where Draco was occupying awhile ago, her mind drifted back to that same event exactly two weeks ago.

Her greatest fear… his greatest fear.

"I'm afraid that this won't happen in the near future, Hermione."

Hermione blushed scarlet. He was, of course, talking about the ki – ahem – that. That was his greatest fear, he told her. And she couldn't forget the goal she formed in her mind – she would someday reassure him that his greatest fear wouldn't happen at all.

She sighed and poked a slice of her potatoes then placed it inside her mouth.

She had tried to corner Draco but every time she saw him, he would just miraculously disappear and mingle with the crowd. It was easy for Hermione to spot him. Blond, tall, and haughty. But whenever she tried to approach him, an acquaintance of his would appear and start talking to him. Hermione knew that she shouldn't risk talking to him in front of an audience for the sake of his reputation and her reputation.

The brunette glared at her dinner and tightened her grip with her fork.

Yes, someday, she would confront Draco Malfoy.

And finally, that blessed day came.

"I cannot believe I lost track of time!" the brunette whispered furiously as she hastily returned all books (fifteen books, to be exact) of their right places. Madam Pince was nowhere to be found already, probably sleeping in her quarters.

Hermione had five more minutes before curfew once she was done with her little errand. Without further ado, she stuffed all her belongings inside her bag and rushed outside the doors of the library…

… only to collide hardly against the person she was trying to hunt and desperately wanted to talk to.

"Oomph," she said, her chest bumping with a hard one. "Whoa," she muttered, loosing balance. Luckily, the person she bumped into held both of her hands and pulled her before her rear end completely hit the hard, stone floor. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry," she hastily said. "It's just tha - ." The words died down from her mouth as she completely saw the face of her savior.

To say that Malfoy was surprised was an understatement. In fact, Hermione thought she caught sight of a hint of panic that flashed through his grey eyes. Though, an unreadable expression was now plastered on his face. "Be careful," he warned before completely releasing her hands. He shifted the black knitted scarf wrapped around his neck before striding away from the stunned brunette.

Before he could completely disappear from her sight, Hermione turned around. "WAIT!" she shouted, a determined look on her face.

Draco froze. Slowly, he turned around and stared at the Gryffindor.

There it was again. Panic. It flashed through his eyes and Hermione didn't fail to notice it.

Taking a deep breath, she said calmly, "Malfoy, we need to talk."

She waited for his reply in tensed silence. The unfamiliar expression he was adorning awhile ago became present once again.

And then, he released a long, defeated sigh. "All right."

Hermione brought him once again in the Astronomy Tower. She mentally cursed herself for not choosing an empty classroom for this little rendezvous. But then, she knew that the Astronomy Tower was the last place the patrollers always checked. So, even if it was past curfew, Hermione knew they could still talk for a few minutes before getting caught.

So, here they were, snow gently falling from the sky. Hermione gripped the railing of the said tower tightly, her eyes never leaving the snow-covered Quidditch Pitch. Draco was silently standing beside her, his hands buried deep down his pockets.

Now that they were here, the brunette didn't know what to tell him first. Questions were still rushing through her meddled brain. And they were a lot so, she couldn't think of what to say first.

A cold, biting wind blew and instantly, Hermione shivered. Even if she was wearing a sweater (Draco's sweater, to be exact), the brunette had forgotten to wear her scarf. And so, when the wind blew against her exposed neck, she still couldn't help but shiver from the cold.

"You're cold."

Hermione jumped an inch or two in surprise. It was the first time she had heard him talk after she had dragged him in the Astronomy Tower. Blushing (and cursing her blushing), she looked at him at the corner of her eyes. He wasn't looking at her but the brunette could notice the frown plastered on his pale face.

"Y-yes," she stuttered, wishing it was only because of the cold.

Sighing, Draco faced her and shook his head. "Granger," he said, unwrapping his black scarf around his neck, "if you want to have some meetings outside while snowing, always remember to wear something warmer. Honestly, you're killing yourself."

Without her permission, the blond wrapped his scarf around the stunned Gryffindor. After doing his small work, he nodded his head for his accomplishment before looking straight ahead once again.

Hermione blinked her eyes rapidly then shook her head to compose her self. It was the second time Draco Malfoy… Draco Malfoy had given her a piece of his clothing so that she could be warmer.

"Th-thank you," she said, blushing scarlet once again as she gripped the railing of the Astronomy Tower. 'Okay, get a grip, Hermione,' she berated herself. 'Merlin, you're just talking with a boy. You've done that countless times.'

But of course, Draco Malfoy was not just any other boy out there. He was the boy who stole her first kiss.

With that thought, her cheeks flared again. "Umm," she started, starting to unwrap his scarf from her neck. "Seriously, Malfoy, quit giving me your things. First your sweater, now your scarf. I'm giving them back."

He looked at her incredulously. "No, keep it. It's yours," he said.

Blinking, Hermione released a laugh. "Of course," she said.

Draco frowned at her. "Of course what?" he asked.

"Mudblood germs," she spat, slight fury building in her system.

Now, it was Draco's turn to blink at her. One corner of his mouth lifted in amusement. "You still think I believe in that… that rubbish, Granger?" He shook his head then averted his gaze away from her. "Seriously. I've grown, all right. There's not such thing as a Mudblood to me anymore."

Hermione looked sheepishly at the railing without a word. Of course. Ever since the start of the school year, Draco never called her Mudblood anymore.

She looked back at him in surprise when she had heard him release a long sigh. "All right," he said, now looking at her in frustration. "If you're not going to talk, then I'm outta here. You're wasting my time."

The Gryffindor looked offended. "All right, I'm sorry," she said, slightly glaring at him. "I'm so sorry for not knowing what to say first because of my bloody meddled brain."

Draco looked surprised with her outburst. But then, he flashed her an amused smirk. "Feeling very touchy today, eh?" he said. Instantly, she felt a wave of déjà vu. He had told her exactly the same thing on that day.

"Why did you kiss me?" she spluttered out. Her cheeks grew hot when he looked at her, surprised.

"Excuse me?" he asked, running a hand through his slightly damp blond hair.

Despite her nervousness, she glared at him. "You heard me," she softly growled. "Why did you kiss me?"

This time, the panic was now clearly plastered on his face. Also, he looked defeated. "I was hoping you'll forget that ever had happened, Granger," he confessed.

"And thus, avoiding me," she accused, still glaring at him.

"Hey, hey," he said, raising up his arms in surrender. "No need to get mad. It's for the sake of my reputation and your reputation."

Hermione exhaled loudly, her bangs flying upward then back to her forehead. "Now look no one's around," she said, gesturing at the whole tower. "Now, spill. Tell me. Why did you kiss me?"

He glared at her. "You can't tell me what to do," he said.

"Tell me. Damn it," she said through gritted teeth. As he stared at her brown eyes, he could see confusion and desperation.

"I think it's obvious," he told her.

Hermione groaned in frustration. "Obvious, yeah right," she spat, now glaring at him.

He sighed in frustration. "And here I thought I'm talking to the Hermione Granger," he muttered which Hermione had perfectly heard. "It's bloody obvious, Granger. Very, very obvious."

Hermione looked indignant. "Well no, not for me. It's not ob - ."

"I'm attracted to you," he said, cutting her off from her sentence. Two pink patches formed on both of his cheeks.

"E-excuse me?" Hermione stuttered, eyes wide and mouth agape.

"You heard me," he said, now smiling as he shot back the sentence she had just told him. "I'm attracted to you.

The brunette blushed darkly. And Draco wondered how she had managed to do that since he had never seen a person blushing so darkly in his life before. He watched in surprise, though, when the brunette looked at him, her eyes dangerously narrowed. Though, she was still blushing. "Yeah right," she snarled. "Quit humoring me, Malfoy. I want to know the truth now."

He raised one perfect, blond eyebrow. "You don't believe me," he said. He didn't look surprised at all.

"But… but…" Hermione exclaimed. "I mean look at me, Malfoy. Head to toe," she said, gesticulating at herself wildly. "Look at me. I'm a geek. Everyone thinks that Hermione Granger, bookworm extraordinary, is just another ordinary girl out there. Look at me and tell me, honestly, what do you see?"

"Beauty," he stated matter-of-factly, as if it was the most obvious thing in the whole wide world. He said it almost inaudibly but Hermione perfectly heard it.

Her eyes widened once again. Her jaw dropped and her wild hands froze in mid-air. It fell limply against her side. Because of surprise, her knees slightly gave away and to keep upright, she had to grip the railing of the Astronomy Tower once again. "Seriously?" she asked, breathless.

"Seriously," he said strongly.

"I… I don't believe you," she said softly. "Beauty? Me? They never belong to the same sentence. Unless, you're telling me, 'You do not possess beauty, Granger'."

Draco sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose. "What's the point of telling you things, the truth in fact, when you're not going to believe me at all," he said warily. "I'm out of here." He turned around, his back now facing away from Hermione, then walked towards the doors of the Astronomy Tower.

Strength rushed back into the brunette as she watched him go. "Oh no, oh no no no," she said. "Don't walk away from me again, Draco Malfoy."

"Oh yeah?" he said, without halting. "Watch me, then."

"You told me your greatest fear," she exclaimed. At the mention of 'fear', Draco stopped walking. Hermione bit her bottom lip then pushed herself away from the railing. She took three steps forward. "You told me your greatest fear," she repeated, this time a little soft, "and I… I want to reassure you that won't happen at all."

She heard his sharp intake of breath and despite her red cheeks and nervousness, Hermione continued bravely. "You stole my first kiss from me," she said croakily. She cleared her throat. "And I… I want it back."

He slowly looked back at her, an amused look plastered on his face. Hermione couldn't blame him at all. It sounded cheesy, even to her. But, if being cheesy was the only way to make Draco Malfoy know that she wanted to feel his lips pressed against hers once again (very, very badly), she would do it.

His amused expression was replaced by an unreadable expression on his face. The only thing Hermione was able to understand on his face was his wild eyes. The brunette had seen his eyes like that before every time they were insulting each other. But, for some reason, it was quite different from before. And Hermione felt slightly nervous.

In five big strides, Draco was now standing in front of her. He bent his head down until his wild eyes were leveled with hers. "I'll return it," he whispered, voice sounding husky. The next thing the brunette knew, she was once again kissing Draco Malfoy.

He wrapped an arm around her waist tightly. His other hand was buried deep among her brown tresses. He was kissing her, hard and passionate. Hermione whimpered at its intensity, her hands gripping the front material of his sweater. Her knees were turning into jelly and she was desperately clinging into him. His other arm traveled down her waist. Both of his arms then squeezed her tight, telling her through his actions that he didn't want to let go of her.

Hermione's arms then traveled up to his face until her hands were pressed against her cheek. She didn't want to let go, either, but both of them were humans. And humans needed to breathe. She pulled his face away from her, thus, breaking their kiss.

Draco groaned, reaching for her face and wanting to kiss her once again.

The Gryffindor, despite being breathless, managed to release a soft laugh. "Easy there," she said, pressing her forehead against his. "We need to breathe, remember?"

The blond's eyes fluttered open and scowled at her. "Unfortunately, yes," he said. He released a soft groan then buried his face in her hair. "You have no idea how much I yearned for that, Granger."

Hermione blushed but smiled at him slightly. The brunette pulled his face away from her hair and then, she gave him a peck on the lips. And then another. And then a third. On her fourth peck, Draco released a soft, strangled moan. And so, on the fifth, Hermione gave him a long, hard one.

When she pulled away, both of them were panting once again. "I stole five kisses from you," she said, humor evident on her eyes. "If you want to claim them back, just approach me."

She completely pulled away from him, not failing to notice the amused look he was shooting at her.

Hermione then strode away from him towards the doors of the Astronomy Tower, a satisfied smile seen on her face.

"Granger," Draco said, stopping her completely from walking.

The Gryffindor stopped walking then turned around, now facing him.

He shot her a small, charming smile then said, "Here, tomorrow at nine pm."

Hermione gave him a big, wide smile. Both knew what he was talking about.

"Okay," she said.

For a moment, he became a picture of pure bliss. Standing there, looking so handsome and charming while snow was clinging to his body, Hermione thought seriously that she had never seen such beauty in her life before.

Unbeknownst to her, Draco was thinking exactly the same thing as he stared at her.

As Hermione walked out of the Astronomy Tower, she was thinking silently of her greatest fear. It was painfully obvious Draco was attracted to her and, she finally surrender to the idea that, for some strange reason, she was attracted to him, too.

Like what she had thought before, thinking about love between the two of them was too early to say. But, she had a great feeling he would reassure her… someday… that her greatest fear wouldn't happen at all.

They did meet in the Astronomy Tower on the same day. And, in actuality, words were never enough. And so, they just expressed their feelings with each other through actions.

And, let's just say, the meetings of Draco Malfoy and Hermione Granger became frequent.

A/N: Um, if you spotted some grammatical errors or things like that, ignore it. Hahaha, I have no beta reader for now, so please bear with , oh yeah, sorry if you didn't like the ending that much. I'm kinda rushing right now.

Reviews are greatly appreciated. Mehn, after 11 Things, I kinda missed receiving reviews in my inbox. So, *hint* *hint* *nudge* *nudge*

Hahaha, so ciao for now! :D