AN: Please don't kill me! I had severe writers block and could not for the life of me write this chapter! As always read and tell me what you think! :)

…in walks Ginny. "Hermione you're back!" She shouts a happy look on her face, she sees the two standing there and her face falls. "I'll just go now…." She says slowly backing out of the room and shutting the door.

Draco and Hermione look at each other again.

"So where were we?" Draco whispered leaning down again lips dangerously close to Hermione's.

"No where." Hermione says shoving on his chest causing him to fall back onto the couch. "Ginny Weasley I can hear you outside that door!" Hermione yelled, in reply there was laughter outside the door and Hermione ran to it and ripped it open.

Draco heard an "I couldn't help it!" Then the pounding of footsteps and Hermione chased Ginny down the hallway. Draco just sighed and ran his hand through his hair completely confused at his and Hermione's actions. Deciding this would be better thought of after breakfast he got up grabbing his school bag, walked out of the common and down to the great hall.

When he got there, there was a giant crowed in front of the doors. He could see Hermione standing on her tip toes waving her arms and him above the crowd to get him to come up to the front. He could see a tiny bit on her flat stomach showing from her t-shirt pulling up because he arms were above her head, he also could see that he wasn't the only guy in the room noticing. He rushed to the front of the crowd pushing people out of the way to get there.

"Why is everyone outside the great hall not inside?" He asked Hermione over the noise.

"Apparently there's some problem in the great hall McGonagall won't tell me and she says it's for teacher's eyes only." She answered

Just then the doors swung open and McGonagall walked out looked a bit frazzled.

"I'd like you all to know that if I see anything that has to do with this going on that person will be punished severely. This is unacceptable" She said in her most dangerous voice, when she was done he lips were pressed together so hard that you couldn't even see them.

Hermione and Draco were the first people in the great hall and were the first people to see the great big betting bored smack over the teachers table. Flashing across it were betting statistics and a title that said: 'Hermione and Draco's Relationship By The End Of The Year Bets' under that is said 'Brought To You By Weazley's Wizarding Wheezes.'

Both Hermione and Draco's mouth's dropped open as they read it. The further they got the redder their faces turned red, but by the end Draco had gotten control of his emotions and wiped his face clean. The bored read:

Short Relationship: 1/100
Average Relationship: 1/150
Long Relationship: 1/200
** Buddies: 1/10
Only One Likes The Other: 1/20
They'll Get Married: 0/The Entire School (George thinks someone should bet on this thought you should always go for the long shot. Fred thinks George is a git for writing that)
Nothing's going to happen: 1/11

There was a lot of laughter as people read the bored; there was also a lot of discussion of where people should next place their money. Draco got up on the closest table and shouted getting everyone's attention.

"I'd just like to tell you guys if I see or even hear of anyone betting on this ridiculous thing I will personally see that their punished." He face was practically daring someone to speak up if looks could kill everyone in the room would be dead ten times over.

"Mr. Malfoy get down from that table I think they get your point." McGonagall said arms crossed. "Everyone sit down you're clogging up the doorway." Everyone quickly went to their tables hearing the tone with which McGonagall spoke.

Despite the warnings from both head's and the head mistress people still spoke about the betting odds during breakfast and told people what they next were going to bet on. Hermione tired of hearing it left breakfast early to go change into her school uniform and get ready for her first class of the year, Arithmancy. Draco also quickly got tired of hearing all the talk and getting glares from a few of the Slytherin's who still thought that purebloods ruled all. He got up not to long after Hermione and went to go hide in the common room, planning on skiving off classes for the day to let this die down and to think about what he was going to do about it.

As he was walking up the stairs to his room he ran into Hermione who was now dressed in a white button up shirt with a Gryffindor tie around her neck, her shirt tucked into a grey pleated skirt that was regulation length. Draco deliberately stood in her way, she stopped glaring.

"Listen, about the betting bored and this morning." He started.

Hermione cut him off. "Not going to talk about it let's just put it behind us and act like we normally do around each other."

"Which would be what exactly?" He asked leaning against the railing. "One minute we're mad at each other, then the next we're about to snog. Which part of that exactly is normal?"

"Just treat me like you did last year or the year before, hate my guts, it makes everything so much easier." She said looking him straight in the eyes. He could see the inner turmoil in her eyes and could practically hear her brain trying to sort out its thoughts.

"I don't though." He said

"Yes you do, you hate me and you hate my blood. You hate my friends and you hate everything I touch or do." She said viciously.

"I changed." He said trying to come up with the right words.

"No, people don't just change Draco. It's been proven that they can only change very suddenly with a dramatic event or slowly with steady pressure. Neither of which you've expericened."

Draco was getting mad. "I have experienced something horrible and sudden and it changed me." He said almost shouting.

"What did you not get a new fancy broom this year to fly? Does your dad no longer spoil you because he can't access the family fortune because he was a death eater?" She screamed at him. "You don't know what it's like to experience so much change that you yourself change entirely. You've lived a soft padded life filled with riches. You have no clue what you're talking about!" Hermione screamed at him now on the verge of crying.

"How dramatic do you think it is that the only person that ever cared for and loved you died? The only person you ever loved and probably will love dead, because you failed to do something and they were murdered! How ** life change is that? Have you ever thought that maybe just because my family is extremely well off doesn't mean I don't live the exact perfect life?" He shouted back. Hermione looked in his eyes and saw that they were also misty.

"What happened?" She asked quietly.

"It's a long story; we don't have time before class starts." He said about to step past Hermione. She blocked his way.

"I'll send a letter to McGonagall and say I need another day, you obviously need to talk to someone about this."

"Fine." He said agreeing