Dec. 20 9:30 p.m.

Hermione landed on the hard bed. She groaned herself when she was flung off the bed and landed, not so gracefully, on the floor.

"What the hell?" She heard the familiar voice. "Granger?"

Hermione lifted the hair that was covering her face, and shoved it behind her head. She looked up into grey eyes, and gave a tentative smile. "Hi Malfoy."

"What the... How the hell do you..." Hermione watched as he flung his hands everywhere. "Explain!"

"Well you would think that you would be a gentleman and offer to help me up." She, unlike landing on the floor, gracefully got up and sat down on the edge of the bed. "How are you Malfoy?"

"Don't try to skirt around the situation Granger. How did you get into Zabini's house?"

Hermione looked around and her mouth took on an 'O' shape. "I'm in Blaise's house?"

Draco closed his eyes and in his head counted to three. "I believe I just stated that."

Hermione nodded and got up. She studied the room with what she hoped was mild interest. But she knew that it was hopeless. She was a lousy liar. "Hmm. Interesting." She looked at Draco. "Which was is the restroom?"

Draco stared at her like she had grown not three, but four heads. "Two doors down on your left."

"What is next door?"

"Zabini's room."

Hermione nodded again. "I see. Well...I'll be back." She rushed out of the room.

Draco sat on the bed and placed his head in both of his hands. He sighed at the exasperation the witch had just caused. He wondered how the hell she even got into the house. Zabini's, like his own, was on unplotable land. So how she even got into the house, let alone landed on him, was beyond his imagination.

Draco then quickly stood up and realized that once she found out that Zabini's room was next door, she had quickly ran out of the room. He grabbed a pair of pants that was neatly folded on the chair, and quickly pulled them on.

He then ran out of the room, and pounded on Blaise's door. "Granger! Open up or I swear!"

He was slightly propelled forward when the door opened, and he was looking into the weary face of Blaise. "Dear god, do you know what time it is Draco? And what is this about Granger?"

Draco stood dumbfounded at the boy. "She's not in their with you?"

"No!" Blaise rubbed his tired eyes. "I think I would notice if Hermione was in the room with me. And besides if she was with me I would probably be fucking her by now."

Draco eyes slitted. "Excuse me?"

Blaise then smiled. "Then again I think that I would rather be alive then 20 feet under ground. I like living Draco. I wouldn't touch her."

"See that you don't."

"I will make sure of it my dear." Blaise mocked a salute. "I will watch out for her."

"Did I ever tell you how much you annoy me?" Draco ran a hand through his hair.

"Everyday Love." Blaise threw him a kiss. "Now go find your lady love."

"I swear that your gay." Draco said as he continued to walk down the hall.

"I love you too." Blaise called after him, and softly closed the door. "Now please tell me why I had to do that Granger?"

Hermione let the breath that she was holding in out, she gave a slight smile. "Because you like me?"

Blaise threw his head back and laughed.

Hermione folded her arms across her chest, and started to tap her feet. To say she was finding his rolling on the floor funny, was putting in mildly. In fact she was quite annoyed with his display. "Are you finished yet?"

Blaise wiped the tears from his eyes, and looked up at the annoyed girl. "I think I would have to say that was the most funniest thing I ever heard."

Hermione faked hurt. "You don't like me?" She upped it by pouting her lips and making her eyes glossy.

Blaise sobered up and looked lost for words. "Awww shit. Hermione I didn't mean it like that. I do like you. I really do."

Hermione held up a hand and sniffed. "It's okay. You don't have to admit Blaise. I understand." She heard him curse under his breath. "Honestly. I'll be alright."

"But Hermione..." He started but stopped when he noticed her eyes were filled with mirth. "You know I could swear that you were suppose to a Slytherin."

Hermione smiled again. "Nope. The sorting hat never even thought that I would be placed into Slytherin. Ravenclaw maybe, but not Slytherin."

"Shame. Cause you do have some tendencies of a Slytherin." Blaise sat on the edge of his bed.

"Blaise I think that you should get a shirt on." Hermione looked into his eyes. "You might get me flustered."

Blaise scoffed. "I highly doubt that I could do that."

"Why on earth not?"

"Because you like the fair skin and blonde type." He smiled at Hermione whimsical look that graced her face. "And I can see that I am right."

Hermione nodded. "It's hard not to like him when you know....When he is...Well..." She looked at Blaise with a look of confusion. "I just don't know Blaise. I can't say I love him. I don't. But I care from him an awful lot. And the fact that he is going to marry me when he eventually finds out I'm your cousin. And I feel so damn awful for lying, but what else can I do? Tell him? Not bloody likely! He would kill me! And..."

Blaise held up his hand. "Hold on a minute. You mean to tell me that we have been looking all this time for you?"

Hermione turned around and mouthed 'Dammit Hermione'. She then turned around and gave Blaise a sweet smile. "Excuse me?"

"Ho ho ho." Blaise then really looked at Hermione. "It is you!"

"Blaise I am sure that I have no clue about...."

"Cut the crap Hermione. Or should I say Maria?"

"Look Blaise I would rather we keep quite about this." Hermione giggled. "In fact I would prefer if you forgot ever seeing me and just let me go back to Hogwarts."

"Over my dead body." Hermione whipped around to see a half naked Draco leaning against the door frame.

Hermione then whipped back around to glare at Blaise. "You could have told me he was there."

"Sorry Cousin. I would have, but I fear your fiance more than I fear you." He grinned like a cheshire cat.

"Look I am not your cousin Blaise. You have to realize that." Hermione looked hopelessly to Draco. "Malfoy. Come on I don't look a thing like him."

"I will agree with that." He grabbed Hermione's face with his hand. "And I have to say that I am quite grateful for that." He kissed her lips and felt her melt into him.

"You know I would normally say get a room. But you guys are in my room you know." Blaise's voice broke threw the couples fog.

"Go to bed Blaise." Draco snarled.

"You see I would love too. I really would but their are currently too people in MY room. And since it is MY room I am absolutely refusing to leave." Blaise flopped down on the bed, and turned so his back was facing them. He waved his hand. "You know where the door is."

Draco shook his head, and grabbed Hermione's hand. He started to pull her out of the room and towards his.

"Oh and Hermione?"

Hermione turned to look at Blaise. "Yes?"

"We'll talk in the morning." He looked over his shoulder, and gave another brilliant smile. "I love you."

Hermione blushed, but then was shoved out the door. "Hey!"

"I would watch it Zabini." Draco growled as he followed her out the door.

"Don't worry Draco. I love you too."

"Shove it Zabini." Draco said as he closed the door behind him. He looked around the hallway and noticed that Hermione was nowhere to be seen. He saw that the door to his room was still open and the light was still on.

Draco walked towards the door, and paused. He leaned against the wall and thought about what he would say and do. He took a deep breath and stepped into the room. He grumbled when he saw her already asleep.

"And on my side of the bed too!" He mumbled.

Now see what only three people in the world knew that Draco slept on the right side, and the right side only. His mother because when he was younger and had nightmares, yes he had nightmares. He was only human. The second was Blaise. Now the only reason how Blaise even knew was one night when the two of them were sixteen and the two of them thought that it would be fun to go seek out to a muggle club. They got really drunk that night and they both apparated back to Draco's home. When they landed on Draco's bed, he ended up pushing Blaise onto the floor. The only explanation that Blaise got was 'My side!'. And the last person was Hermione.

Draco smirked about the night she found out. They had just finished fucking, yes a good rough round of fucking, and she collapsed on top of him. He had put his arm around her still shaking body, and wiped the damp hair away from her face. He had chuckled and then heard her chuckle when she had rolled off of him, and heard him growl deep on his throat. Now usually things went fine after that but that night Hermione had landed on the right side. He then swiftly pushed her off the bed, and heard her land on the floor with a thump.

He remembered and couldn't help the smile that graced his face. It was an interesting night. So he turned off the light and walked to the edge of the bed. He then started to roll her over to the left side of the bed. He heard her give a sigh and then rolled back over to the right. Draco pulled his lips back with a snarl and pushed her over once again.

Once he was sure she wasn't going to move, he sat down on the edge. He was about to lie down, but felt her leg brush against his side. He turned to glare at her and if he didn't know any better then he could have swore she was awake and doing it on purpose. But alas he knew she wasn't. So he once again shoved her bodily parts to her side. He lied down and swore softly. To make things worse the woman had to have cold feet.

He brought the blankets up to cover their bodies, and pulled Hermione to his side. Once he was comfortable and he started to fall asleep. He felt her turn and felt her eyes on him. He felt her push a piece of fallen hair back. He sighed to make it seem like he was asleep.

"I'm so sorry Draco." He heard her whisper before he once again felt body go heavy and her breathing slow down.

He turned and was on his back. He stared up at the ceiling, and for the first time in a long time. He knew that another person, either than his mother, meant what they said. He had heard it in her voice and felt it in her touch. It made him once again question himself, and everything that he believed in. It made him realize that the woman that he held in his arms did care about him probably even more than she thought that she did. He smiled at that.

Wouldn't it be a kick in the butt when she found out that he loved her too.