"You want to know what I think?" Draco drawled, barely looking up from his book as Hermione strolled into the room. She was determined not to talk to him. .. Yeah that didn't work out to well.

"I don't really care what you think-" she started out but was interrupted by him and answering his own question.

"I think you're using Michael as a guard against me. You just secretly love me." He still didn't look up from his book, knowing it would provoke her even more.

"What?" She took a step forward, and glared. "What? Are you serious? How can you be so egotistical?"

"You-"

"Heartless evil bastard that is trying to corrupt me. Blah, blah, blah. I get it already." He mocked her voice, with hand puppets that clearly indicated her attacking him.

She scoffed, "What I was going to say was, 'you heartless evil bastard that is trying to corrupt me, and is trying to break my relationship with Michael." When he finally looked up from his book, she saw that he had a impassive look plastered on his face.

"Michael? Oh gods, Granger. Like I said before, you are just trying to use him as a guard, to avoid me!"

Hermione was interrupted, by a loud knocking that was coming from the other side of the door.

"This late?" Hermione questioned herself, as she made hey way to do the door; god knows Draco wasn't going to do it.

"Hey, babe." The door revealed, Michael who had a box of cookies and other pastries in one hand, while holding two books on the other with DVD boxed on top of them. He was sweet.

"Hey! What are you doing here so late?" She let him into her common room.. That she shared with Draco.

"Thought you could use a break and watch a few movies and eat junk food. And if that didn't work out you could always read, while I watch you!" He winked, and Hermione couldn't help laughing. Draco heard the sweet voice of Hermione, laughing and immediately wondered he was at the door.

Potter? Weasel?, he thought.

His questions were answered, when Hermione walked in one hand holding DVDs and the other holding Michael's hand.

"What are you doing here, Morin?" he asked, in a commanding voice. His voice either traced hatred or venom. Each both hurt Michael.

Michael retorted, " I'm here to see my girlfriend, Malfoy."

"Well, last time I checked, it was past your bedtime. You should probably wanna, shuffle outta here before I remove a few of your precious raven claw points." Draco scoffed.

Hermione glared at him. "Gods, Malfoy. Since when did you follow the rules? Just leave us alone, Goddammit. Is that so freaking hard?"

Draco glared, and simply walked back to the couch and went back to reading his book.

Hermione, stared at him for a few minutes before turning down the lights and conjuring a TV before her and Michael.

They both put in, 'The notebook" into the player, and watched as Draco read his book. He had turned on a light, and just kept on reading.

Hermione had her head on Michael shoulder, with his arm around her shoulders.

When Draco heard sniffles, he looked over to see Hermione, practically squeezing the life out of the sofa's cushions and soaking Michael's shirt.

He just glared at the sickening couple, and decided to watch the rest of the movie with them, while maintaining at least 3 feet between Hermione and him; it didn't matter how much he wanted her- she wasn't his. And inside, that killed him more and more.

When the movie was over, Michael decided to go but Hermione held him down. She said, he should stay- for the night. On the couch at least.

He just smiled and nodded, while Draco was glaring harder than ever.

"I think I deserve a reward for being such a nice boyfriend, Hermione!" Michael, joked.

She smiled, and leaned forward, and placed a memorable kiss on his lips. He looked flushed, when they stopped to breathe.

"Still think I'm using him, Malfoy?" Hermione whispered, standing in his doorway the next morning.

"Yes." He started forward, and placed his hands on her shoulders, while rubbing and are with his thumb, without even a small smirk or smile gracing his lips. His face was simply, unreadable.

Hermione glared, and pushed him off, but he overpowered her, and placed a small kiss on her cheek, while slowly edging towards her mouth.

"Stop." It was a whisper but it was firm, she stepped back and examined him as he gazed at her.

"..You need to loosen up, Granger." He started towards her again, and placed his hand on her hips as he slowly swayed her- left and right, right and left. Slowly, almost as if he moved to fast, she would push him away.

"Let's dance." He whispered, as he hummed a soft tune, and placed hand on her lower back and took her hand in his to place around his neck.

She didn't give in, but she didn't stop him either.

Slowly and steadily, the music that was emitting through Draco's lips, seemed to cure her. Feed her anger its medicine. Soothe her.

His cinnamon scent enveloping her, and placing her into another dimension.

Then, all of a sudden. The swaying stopped. The music stopped. She opened her eyes, and stared up at him, questionably.

He simply smirked, and said, "Told you, you were using him." He placed a soft kiss on kiss, a mere brush, and let go. He went to sit on the couch and continued reading his book.

Hermione saw red.

Yay! I recommend, 'The Dark Waltz" By Heyley Westenra . It influenced me to write this Chapter!