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Summary: Ginny "persuades" Hermione to ask Draco the 4 questions of True Love, according to Teen Witch Weekly. What are Draco's answers to the questions?

 Ginny "persuades" Hermione to ask Draco the 4 questions of True Love, according to What are Draco's answers to the questions?

A/N: Here's Chapter 2! Enjoy and review.

Organized Confusion

Chapter 2 - Truths Revealed

"Would Ginny really tell everyone my most embarrassing secret?" Hermione wondered as she walked back to the Head's Common room. "Well, sure, whatever she says does spread fast, but would she really do it?"

She sighed when she realized that Ginny would indeed spread it around the school. When she arrived at the portrait that concealed the Head's common room, she spoke the password, "Unity."

As she passed through the portrait hole, she wondered, "Did the knight in the portrait have a smirk on his face? What is going on here that I don't know about?"

When she arrived in the common room, she saw the very sexy Draco Malfoy sitting on one of the couches, looking as sexy as ever. Whenever Hermione saw him, her genius mind became fuzzy.

"Ah, Hermione, you're here."

She loved it when he said her name. Of course, he could only call her by her first name in private. In public, he had to call her 'Granger,' and she called him 'Malfoy.' They had to act like they despised each other, like they did in their younger years, so that no one would know about Draco's switch to the Light side. Secretly, they were friends, but Hermione hoped that they could be more.

"Actually Draco, there are some things that I need to ask you." Hermione said.

"Oh, me too."

"Ok, you can go first." Hermione suggested.

"Are you sure?" Draco asked.

"Positive." Hermione wanted to delay the questioning as much as she could.

"Well, okay. The thing that I have to ask you is kind of personal. I feel a bit embarrassed asking you this, but, . . Um . . ." Draco stuttered out.

"What could he have to ask me? Could it be . . . ?" Hermione thought.

"Which set of dress robes do you think would be best for the Graduation Ball?" Draco asked, displaying the robes in clear view of Hermione.

"Oh." Hermione sighed. She tried to hide her disappointment. Too bad for Hermione that she was a terrible liar and terrible at hiding her immediate reaction.

"What's the matter? You don't like either one? Well, that's okay, I'll just floo back . . ." Draco started, but was interrupted by Hermione.

"No, no, Draco, both are fine, but I personally like that one better." Hermione said as she indicated her choice.

"Really? Thanks for the help, you don't know how bad that's been bugging me this afternoon. And, I suppose that you have already chosen your dress?" Draco inquired.

"Yes. Ginny and I selected dresses on our last Hogsmead trip." Hermione said. "Which also led to a very embarrassing discussion of Ginny persisting how hot I looked and how a "certain" Head Boy was going to be drooling during our opening Head dance." Hermione blushed at the thought of her body being pressed against Draco's and being spun around the dance floor.

"Are you alright Hermione?" Draco asked, clearly concerned. "You look a bit flushed. I'm sorry if it's warm in here, but I came back from Quidditch practice a while ago. It was cold in here, so I started a big roaring fire. Maybe I should open a window." Draco started to walk to the window, but Hermione stopped him.

"No, it's alright. I think I'll just go up to bed."

"Ok. Well, goodnight Hermione." Draco replied.

"Almost in the safe haven of my room. Up the stairs, turn right, turn the doorknob. . ."

"Hey, Hermione, wait!" Draco called up the stairs.

"Merlin!"

"Didn't you have something to ask me too?" Draco questioned.

"Curse his good memory!"

Hermione reluctantly came back down the stairs to meet Draco at the base.

"Well, yeah, but it can wait until tomorrow if you have something to do." Hermione explained.

"No, actually, I don't have anything to do. I'm all ears, ask away." Draco replied.

"Are you sure? I mean, surely after Quidditch practice, you must feel like you need a shower, right?" Hermione stalled.

"Already took one."

"Oh, well, . . Um . . ." Hermione tried to think of something else to delay the questioning. Sure, she had told Ginny that she would ask him, but she couldn't help it if he had other matters to attend to.

"Don't you have any homework? I wouldn't want your grades to change because of me." Hermione hoped that he had something to do.

"I did my homework during the break we had at practice and the only way my grades could go down is if I were completely stupid. I am second in our graduating class, right behind you. Remember?" Draco said with a smirk.

"Oh, yeah." That was another trait that she liked about him.

When Hermione didn't respond, Draco said, "What is it that you have to ask me? Come on, it can't be that bad."

"Oh, if you only knew what it was, I bet that you wouldn't have that smirk on your face." Hermione thought.

"Well, actually, it's kinda embarrassing, but, um. . ." Hermione blushed.

"C'mon, Hermione, I thought that we were past that stage in our friendship. You know that you can be open to me about anything right? Draco questioned.

"Yeah, I guess so." Hermione sighed in defeat. "Although, what I have to ask you is kinda long."

"That's okay. I have all the time in the day, but maybe we should sit on the couch." Draco suggested. Hermione reluctantly followed.

After they were seated, Draco signaled for her to begin.

"Well, what I have to ask is actually four questions. Just so you know, I didn't create these questions. I'm really embarrassed about this, and I would probably never ask you these questions, but Ginny threatened me into doing it. I just wanted you to know that so you wouldn't become angry with me." Hermione decided that it was best to go with the truth.

"Why would . . ." Draco started but was silenced by Hermione.

"Let me start, before I lose my nerve. Okay, I'm going to ask you four questions and I want you to be honest. You may only respond with 'yes' or 'no,' okay?"

"Okay." Draco replied. He was getting a little nervous thinking about what questions would make Hermione this nervous to ask him.

"Make sure you only answer 'yes' or 'no,' I don't want 'maybe's' or excuses. Oh, one last thing, after I'm done, and if it doesn't turn out good, let's just forget this ever happened, okay? Hermione laid down the rules.

"I got it. Just go ahead and ask the questions." Draco persisted.

"Ok, first question, and remember, be truthful and only answer 'yes' or 'no.' Would you try to save me if I was injured?"

Draco quickly responded with a "no."

"Okay, Hermione don't get discouraged. Try not to show him your disappointment. Just go to the next question." Hermione thought.

"Second question. If I were to marry Ron or Harry, would you be sad?" Hermione asked, hoping for a "yes."

Without a moment's hesitation, Draco answered, "No."

"I don't know how I let Ginny talk me into this! If I hadn't let my feelings for Draco get carried away, I wouldn't be here asking him these embarrassing questions. I am so embarrassed! Maybe if I rush through these, I can pretend this never happened!"

"Do you dream about me at night?" Hermione asked shyly.

Again, Draco answered with a truthful, "no."

"Ok, this is the last question, and according to Teen Witch Weekly, is the most important. Maybe I'll get a 'yes' as the answer." Hermione took a deep breath before continuing.

"Okay Draco, last question, Do you like me?" Hermione asked on the verge of tears.

Hermione sat next to Draco, looking hopeful. This question took Draco a couple of seconds longer, but again he answered with a "no."

Hermione quickly stood up and began to climb the stairs to her dorm, with tears running down her face. Halfway up, she turned to Draco on the couch and said, "Thank-you Draco for being patient and answering my question. I hope that we can just put this behind us and forget that it ever happened."

Hermione wanted to end any further discussion and embarrassment. That heart-break cure medicine was looking pretty good right about now. "I'm quite tired, um. . . (sniff), I'll see you in the morning. Goodnight." Hermione rushed out.

She once again began to ascend the remainder of the stairs. She ran to the top, but was stopped when Draco called her back.

"Wait, you don't understand, I . . ." Draco started to explain.

Hermione called back, "No, Draco don't do this. You promised." Silent tears ran down her cheeks, but she hastily brushed them away. She quickly walked to her Head Dorm, but for some reason, her door would not open. She looked over her shoulder and saw Draco running up the stairs, with his wand pointed at her door.

Hermione waited impatiently at her door for Draco to arrive.

"Who does he think he is, locking me out of my room? After he agrees to just answer the questions and leave it at that, how dare he? If I hadn't let Ron borrow my wand, I would have it now to hex both Ginny and Draco." Hermione was silently growing angry.

When Draco arrived at her door, he was met by a very irate Hermione Granger.

"Open my door." Hermione commanded.

"No." Draco replied, simply.

"Open my door, now." Hermione was really ticked off now. If looks could kill, Draco Malfoy would have been dead as a board ten minutes ago.

"No," Draco almost took a step back when he saw the anger radiating off her. "not until you let me explain."

"Why would you want to explain? I told you not to give me any reasons for your answers." Hermione asked calmly. She realized that anger was getting her nowhere.

"Can't we just leave it at that?" Hermione asked hopefully.

"No." Draco replied. Hermione's heart fell. "You need to know why I answered the way I did."

"Oh, great, now he's going to give me the classic line- I think that you're a really nice girl, but I am dating/in love with someone else." Hermione thought.

"Let's go back downstairs and talk on the sofa, alright?" Draco persuaded Hermione to follow him. He began to think that it was a little suspicious that Hermione was following him without a fight. Before he could ponder the thought, he felt a sharp tug in his left hand. He turned to find Hermione trying to pry the wand form his hand.

"Just give me the wand, Draco. Please. I just want to go to sleep and completely forget this day. Please, you don't understand." Hermione let the tears that were threatening to fall earlier, run free. She struggled for control over the wand.

"Hermione, no," Draco grunted as he struggled for the wand. "I have to explain. You have to know why . . ."

Hermione interrupted him, "No, you don't have to explain. Oh! How could I have been so stupid to think that you could love a Mudblood like me?"

Draco was keeping his eye on the wand, but when he heard "Mudblood" he snapped his head up so fast to meet Hermione's eyes, that she didn't think it was humanly possible. She was thrown into the wall beside her bedroom door from the force of Draco letting go of the wand. She winced in pain and didn't even notice that she had the wand and could easily escape into her room.

"Don't you ever call yourself a Mudblood!" Draco said angrily and began to walk closer to Hermione. Her grabbed her by the shoulders and shook her slightly, then pushed her shoulders into the wall. "Don't you ever do that again! Do you understand me?!" He asked angrily.

Hermione was so frightened, that she surprised herself by answering with a nod.

"Good." Draco let a bit of the pressure off of Hermione's shoulder, but not much. "How could you think that I don't love you?" Draco asked her, still a bit angry.

"B-b-b-but, the questions, you answered them all wrong. You said. . . ." Hermione began to say, but was interrupted by Draco.

"Yes, I answered the questions, and truthfully, if I might add." Draco calmly explained.

"But, in Teen Witch Weekly, those are the questions of true love, and you answered "no" to all of them." Hermione cried. Now, she was very confused. Confusion was a new feeling for Hermione, and she didn't like it.

Draco's face softened when he realized that Hermione's tears were flowing faster. With one hand still on her shoulder, he wiped away her tears with his other hand. He knew that he had made her cry, but he didn't understand why. He just told her that he loved her and he also had answered the questions truthfully. Well, he would just have to explain it to her, after he found out why she was crying. Maybe he had hurt her when he pushed her in the wall. He didn't mean to hurt her, but he lost his temper whenever he felt that Hermione was being insulted. He had called her a "Mudblood" when he didn't know better, but everything had changed since then.

"Why are you crying?"

Steel grey eyes met brown watery ones. "I'm crying, because Ginny talked me into this, and at first I thought that you liked me, but then you said "no" to all of the questions, and now you say you love me, but I don't know what to think." Hermione said, confused.

"Well, the first question that you asked me was, would I try to save you if you were hurt, right?" Draco asked.

Hermione nodded behind her tears.

"I said 'no,' because I wouldn't try to save you if you were hurt. I wouldn't even try to save you if you were bleeding to death." Draco explained, while Hermione's tears fell. He placed his thumb under chin and forced her watery eyes to meet his. "I would do everything in my power to save you."

"But what about if I were to marry Ron or Harry?" Hermione asked, still not convinced.

"Again, I was truthful. I said that I wouldn't be sad, and I wouldn't. You're a smart girl, Hermione. If you chose to marry one of them, then there must be something better that they can give you, that I couldn't I would be happy that you found someone to love." Draco explained. He hoped that Hermione believed him because these words were coming from his heart.

Hermione began to allow Draco's words to seep in. Yes, all that he said was very touching, but ha hadn't said, 'I love you.' "What about . . .?" Hermione began to ask, but was cut off by Draco.

"Ah, yes, do I dream about you at night? Again, that was a 'no.' Hermione," he said, taking a step closer and closing all space between them, "I think about you every waking moment of the day. Not a second goes by that I don't think of you. Every single moment of the day, I think of you, and as if that's not enough," Draco laughed, "you also haunt my dreams."

Hermione let a couple more tears fall, thinking that was an insult. Again, Draco brushed the tears away and tucked a few strands of hair behind her ear before saying, "And those are the best dreams I have ever had."

When her eyes drifted up to meet his, she saw a half-smile, half-Malfoy trademark smirk on his face. She was about to ask him about the lat question, when he answered it for her, "Dammit Hermione, I'm in love with you!"

Before Hermione could respond, she felt a pair of lips crashing upon hers. She didn't stay in shock too long. She quickly responded and began to pour her love into the kiss as well. She made sure to make a couple of mental notes:

1. Thank Ginny instead of hexing her.

2. As for Draco's hex, well, his confession of love made up for it. Both Ginny's and Draco's hexes might have to be used on Ron and Harry when they are told of the Slytherin Prince and the Gryffindor Princess being together, though.

End of Chapter 2

A/N: Well, there's Chapter 2. The next Chapter will probably be about why Ginny tried so hard to put Draco and Hermione together. Review please!