I kept replaying the scene in the bathroom in my head. After he'd said he didn't want me to get hurt, everything was awkward.

"Oh, shove off, Malfoy," Ron said.

"I'm serious."

"Whatever," I mumbled, shoulder checking him on the way out.

Now, looking back, if Harry and Ron hadn't been there, I realized I would have reacted differently. I would have told him that he was sweet. You can't change the past, though. Well, I can, considering I have a Time Turner, but that was used for important things only.

Malfoy approached me and sat next to me. "So, people give you a hard time?"

I shrugged. "Only a few."

"Hm. Pansy borderline psycho, it's no shock to say she's making up rumors after a breakup. She still tried to act like we were together today."

"Hmpf."

He nudged me with his arm. "What?"

I looked at his arm. Not that it was a big deal, but he touched me. It shouldn't be a big deal at all because we'd kissed, but that was forced. The arm bump thing wasn't.

"Nothing," I lied.

He detected my lie. "Tell me, Granger."

"I just thought..." I trailed off and stood up. "Never mind. Please."

He stood too and grabbed my hand. "What's wrong?"

"This," I shrieked. I yanked my hand out of his. "What is up with you? First, whether it was purposeful or not, you agreed to kiss me. Now you're being all polite. I haven't gotten my daily dose of 'You dirty Mudblood' from you. What is up with you," I repeated, exasperated.

"You're mad that I haven't called you Mudblood?"

I shrugged, irately. "I don't know! Maybe! I don't know anything anymore, Draco!"

He must have sensed I was really angry, because I used his first name. I only did that if I was totally pissed off. Which, I definitely was.

"Hermione, I don't get what your problem is. I'm being nice, er, as nice as is possible for me, to you. Why are you so irritated? Tell me what I did!"

"That's the problem! I don't know! I haven't a clue!"

In the brief break I took between words to breath, he kissed me. It was better than before. He's not worth it! What in Merlin's name are you doing? I didn't pull away. I kissed back with a great force. His tongue snuck into my mouth and we were on the couch. He was leaning over me. I ran my hand through his white-blonde hair and drew as near as I could get to him. We kissed for a few minutes, finally breaking apart, gasping.

I tousled his hair as we stood staring each other down. He had his hand on my back and was clenching and unclenching his jaw. I ran my fingertips down the side of his face, down his neck and rested it on his shoulder. His breath was returning to normal, while mine wasn't.

His gray eyes seemed to see through my brown eyes. His gaze was icy, but in a good way. It brought the cool after heat. The calm after the storm. Reluctant to do so, I pulled my gaze away from his and was happy I did so as I pressed my lips against his neck and inhaled his fresh scent.

We didn't say anything for the next ten minutes. He rubbed my back, while I laid down next to him with my head on his chest. There were no words for what had just happened. It was terrible, but terribly amazing. I couldn't bring myself to regret it, but I couldn't bring myself to accept it either.

I was absolutely sure I wouldn't tell Ron and Harry. Some things I just couldn't tell them. I had to have at least some secrets.

"Sorry," Draco breathed.

"It's okay," I replied.

I propped myself up on my elbow and gazed into his eyes again. He was staring at the ceiling. I could practically see the thoughts racing a mile a minute behind his eyes. His unkept hair was wet with sweat and his breath was jagged.

I kissed his cheek and got his attention. I smiled slightly. He returned the smile.

"Are you sure this is okay?"

I smiled. "Are you sure this is okay?

"I don't know. We'll have to see."

"I guess so."

That night, we kissed some more and then fell asleep on the couch together. I laid completely at ease in his strong, muscular arms and for once felt love. Not hatred. For once, I didn't want to kill him.