Tears streaming down my face, I sit there and cry. I can't believe it, I can't believe he kissed her. After all the hell she has been putting me through and Ron kisses her.

"Hey" I feel a slightly cold hand on mine. "What are you doing?" I look up.

"Malfoy?"

"Hermione, what's wrong?" He asks, putting his arm around my shoulder. "Why are you crying?"

"It's nothing, you'll think I'm being childish again." I say, brushing the tears away with the back of my hand. "Look, I'm sorry that I said that. I think we both.." He glares at me, like he's expecting an apology "said some things we really don't mean."

"Yea, we did." I whisper back.

"So, word has spread around the castle like wildfire already about Weasley and Lavender. I'm assuming, him being your best friend or whatever, that is what's wrong."

"Yea." I mumble.

"Do you love him?"

"Excuse me." I look at him. How can he ask me that. I mean, it's Ron for Merlin's Sake.

"Do you love him? If you do, I..I guess I could take care of Lavender for you." He says sqinching his eyes disgustedly. I laugh, the look on his face is like he had been sucking on a lemon and was trying to hide how sour it really was.

"No, thank you though. Me and Ron, we...he's my best friend. It would be weird to love him."

"Yea, that's how I've always felt about Pansy too. My parents have been pushing me into her, but" He pauses, no longer looking at me, just kinda dazing off into space for a second, then looks back "she's more like a sister, you know?"

"Yea, I do." I whisper, looking down into my lap, at his hand, cool to the touch, still on mine. Am I like a sister?

"Come on, lets go somewhere."

"Where?" I whisper. "It is nearly curfew. We can't be out of dormitories."

"Just come on, you're not going to dormitories tonight." He grabs me by the hand. "Part of being me, I can get away with a lot more than you or Potter." I follow quickly behind him. Up one hallway, down another, up another. Next thing I know, we are in the courtyards.

"The moon is so bright, Draco." I whisper, staring up at it. "It's so beautiful."

"Yea, it is." He whispers back, not really even sounding like he's in the conversation. When I glance out of the corner of my eye, I see that he is not even looking at the moon, he's staring at me. "Mione."

"What Draco?" I ask, looking into his eyes.

"Can I kiss you?" Gently he leans in, curving his hand to my cheekbone, kissing me softly. Any rules that we had set, were broken. I was not Gryffindor, I was not a muggle-born, I was not a witch. I honestly don't even think that I was Hermione Granger. I was just a girl, kissing a boy, under the moon. Carefully, my mouth explored his, his mouth explored mine. There was no Harry Potter, no Hogwarts. There was nothing but him. And then, he pulled away and just as fast as everything disappeared when his lips touched mine, everything reappeared.

"For one night, Draco, can I ask you something?" I whisper, looking deep into his eyes. His gray eyes, the same color as the moon is tonight.

"Anything Mione." He answers, kissing my hand gently.

"For one night, can we not be enemies? Can we just enjoy each others company." I ask, my eyes begging him to say it.

"You're not my enemy Granger, you are just a muggle-blood caught in the middle of this war." And then, he kissed me again.