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A/N: OMG. It's been a flipping year (I think). I am SO doing a MAJOR chapter. I promise you guys, this one will totally blow you away!

A/N: I have fixed the name errors. And the spelling errors. AND I have added a little more detail to the lake scene

A/N: The next chapter will be Draco's Point of View. It will be the same chapter as this, only in his Point of View. It will explain why and how the fight between him and Ron got started.

A/N: Thankies to all of my wonderful reviewers! I love you guys:D

"Ron?" Draco's voice was so soft, I was scared out of my mind. "RON?!"

"Y-Y-Y-Yes," I replied, praying he wouldn't do something totally stupid.

Draco didn't say anything, he just got up and stormed out of the room. I waited to hear his bedroom door open, then close, but that never came.

I got freaked out, so I ran out of my bedroom and into the Common Room. He wasn't there. I sprinted out the Portrait Hole and heard a loud yell of anger as I slammed the Poptart figure closed. I dashed down the hallway and rounded the corner to the Gryffindor staircase. When I saw a blond head bobbing up and down on the staircase, my heart leapt into my throat. I gathered myself and hurried up the stairs. I tripped a couple of times, but I kept going.

Once I reached the Fat Lady's portrait, I kneeled over in pain. I was so out of breath that every shallow inhalation felt like a knife ripping through my lungs. After I regained my composer, I tried to enter the Common Room, but the Fat Lady wouldn't let me. I informed her I was Head Girl and showed her the badge. She finally let me in after she heard screaming from within the Common Room.

What I saw still haunts me.

Ron and Draco were fighting. I mean, on top of each other, bashing each other's brains in fighting.

I tried to pry Draco off of Ron, but that resulted in Ron pummeling me in the eye with his fist. He meant to hit Draco, but he missed.

I screamed and tried to pull Draco off of him once more. This time, I succeeded. I was so shocked and completely appalled that I started crying again. It was then that Harry finally made his way downstairs.

"What in the world happened here?" he demanded.

Nobody answered.

Ron gave me a glare that told me he knew I had told Draco. Crap.

Maybe him hitting me wasn't an accident, but a warning. Crap.

"You can kiss that Head Boy position goodbye, Malfoy," Ron said menacingly.

"Not unless you want to be expelled, Weasley. You hit me first. I was simply defending myself," Draco said, anger dripping from his words.

"You bastard," Harry was talking so softly, I almost didn't hear him. Then he said it louder. "YOU BLOODY BASTARD!"

I thought he was talking to Draco, but when he walked up to Ron and punched him square in the gut, I knew I was wrong.

"WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?!" Harry's screaming took off guard. "WHY WOULD YOU HURT HER?! SHE'S OUR FRIEND YOU BLOODY BASTARD! OUR BLOODY FRIEND!"

Ron did NOT expect Harry to get so pissed off at him. The look on his face said he didn't even realize Harry knew he had hurt me.

"What are you talking about, mate?" Ron asked, playing dumb.

Harry pointed to my arm. My sleeve must have been pushed up during the brawl. I hadn't even noticed.

"What do you call those Ron?! I call them bruises! And guess what? They didn't get there by bloody MAGIC!" Harry was overflowing with anger.

"I didn't put them there! What do you take me for, some sort of wife beater?!" Ron was denying beating me. He was denying beating me! And I was standing right in front of him!

"Don't play dumb, Ronald!" I screeched. "YOU FUCKING BEAT ME, AND YOU DENY IT? WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?!"

I was so pissed off. I was ready to beat Ron, just as he beat me for months on end.

I felt Draco pulling me toward the door, probably just so I wouldn't do something I would regret.

He and I walked hand-in-hand down the stairs. We seemed to make a simultaneous decision without talking to go to the lake.

As the cool September air blew across my hot face and through my tangled hair, I instantly felt better. Not much better, but a little bit at any cost.

We sat under a billowing willow and stared out at the lake. I stared at the moonlight reflecting off the water and casting shadows along the shoreline. The effect of such a beautiful body of water somehow made me happy. The black water compelled me to look into its soul. The true meaning behind the lake was comforting, though I'm not quite sure I understood it. I looked up at the stars and found my favorite constellation - Orion's Belt. Staring at the stars that made up the constellation made me long to get as far away from this wretched place as possible. I soon became lost in my own mind. Thoughts swirled around me, causing me to rethink everything that ever happened to me. I was still staring at the constellation (which I was completely unaware of) when I heard Draco's voice pulling me back down to Earth.

"Hermione, are you okay?" His voice was so soft and gentle that I almost said yes.

"No, I'm not," I told him, feeling pressure at the back of my eyes. I forced myself not to cry though.

He wrapped his arms around me and I buried my head into his chest. He was rubbing my back when he spoke his next words.

"I love you."

My breath caught in my throat. I wasn't sure if I was even breathing anymore.

When I didn't reply, he continued.

"I've always loved you Hermione. Always. And I'll do anything for you. You just say the word, and I'm on it. If Ron or anyone else ever touches you again, you make sure I know. I'd die for you, Hermione Marie Granger," he spoke to me so softly.

I felt myself begin to cry. I could feel my whole body shake, and I knew he could, too.

He pulled me away from him so he could look me in the eye.

"Why are you crying?" he asked, concern filling his voice.

"I-I've never had somebody love me before. I never thought anybody ever would," I sobbed.

He wiped the tears from my face and looked me in the eye again. I could feel the warmth in his look.

He leaned in and pressed those soft, warm lips to my cold ones. I felt the warmth of his touch warm me instantly, and I kissed back.

"I love you, too Draco Abraxas Malfoy."