A/N: A new chapter for you guys, I'm so happy that loads of people have read my story and reviewed. I nearly gave up on this ages ago... but I got my muse back because of you awesome people!

-Harry's P.O.V-

I tried to convince myself watching Draco Malfoy from under my cloak wasn't creepy at all.

I wanted to tell or show him how I felt, but when I tried looking for a right time to say it. I chickened out.

Which is ironic, I've faced Voldemort countless times yet I can't even tell one person I love them.

Although that one person was Draco Malfoy

Following the light haired boy, I was about to give up and go back to my dorm when Draco turned around and pulled the cloak off me. I was shocked to say the least.

"Ha! I knew something or someone was following me.." His snide voice said, stepping backwards with my cloak.

"Hey! Give it back Ferret!" I angrily said, mentally scolding myself for name calling the supposed love of my life.

"Heh, Just tell me why Potter." Drac warned, pulling out his wand. "Otherwise I'll hex you."

I didn't even bring my wand out, I didn't want to hurt Draco anymore. Malfoy raised a eyebrow.

"Why aren't you fighting back, too scared?" Draco sneered, I glared back weakly.

"Shut up Malfoy." I replied, staring at the wand that was pointing dangerously to my face. (A/N: NOT THAT KIND OF WAND, DIRTY READERS.)

"So, Potter. Why were you following me? Jealous, because you've realized I'm much more powerful than you'll ever be?"

Jealous because I can't hold your hand in the hallways, or kiss you.

"You wish Malfoy!" I gritted my teeth, fighting the urge to jump Malfoy.

Draco just sneered back, he inspected the Cloak.

"Hm, looks like I've found what you used so many times to hide from everyone. Now I know why you got away with transporting that stupid Dragon." Draco smirked. "I might just have to take this as my own."

Stuck between wanting my Cloak and not hurting Draco, I tackled him. Attempting to pull the Cloak from his pale fingers, he wouldn't let go.

Before he could say anything, I swooped down and kissed him. His grip on the Cloak went, I quickly got up. With one last glance at the shocked looking Slytherin, I ran for it.

As I was running, I thought he kissed back a little.

But that was defiantly my imagination.

-Hermione P.O.V-

Ugh, that stupid boy! How dare he try to tell me off!

Letting out a frustrated yell, I kicked a stone pillar. Ignoring the stinging pain, I let the tears flow.

How come I, Hermione Granger. Be Jealous of Ron Weasley and Lavender Brown. Sometimes I think that it's not worth it. Not with him, anyway.

Pushing those thoughts away, I started to walk back towards the Gryffindor Common Room. Finally realizing how far I went, it was already past curfew.

I felt a rush of excitement, I've never been out past curfew without either Harry, Ron, or both. I felt guilty, I am a prefect. I was meant to be a good role model but not caring any less. I continued.

I heard footsteps, gasping. I quickly ran into a empty classroom, not making a noise.

I put my ears against the wood of the door, holding my breath as I heard the shuffling footsteps pass.

Letting out a breath of relief, I sinked against the door.

That was close!

I felt even more guilty as I felt good and rushed when I was nearly caught, closing my eyes. I tried to push the excitement out, I needed to get to the Common room without getting caught. Standing up, I headed out quietly.

I was sucessful for not getting caught until Peeve's swooped down to me. I inwardly groaned.

"Ooo, looky here. It's Potty's Friend Herman!" He shouted, letting out hysterical laughter.

"Peeves." I hissed. "Shut up!"

Already hearing Flich's running footsteps. I bolted.

I wasn't going in a certain way, I just needed to get away, skidding round corners as quietly but fast as I could. I soon found myself in front of the Fat Lady Portrait.

"Fiddlewok." I panted, waking up a sleepy Fat Lady. She hardly glanced at me as she opened, leading me to a empty Common room.

Rushing in, I flopped onto a plushy arm chair. I was trying my best to breathe normally.

After a few minutes, I surveryed the room tiredly. I should probably go to bed now.

I looked up, I heard some shuffling of feet behind the portrait hole. When it opened, I saw a ruffled and blushing Harry. The Fat Lady muttering behind him about 'Teenagers'

"Hey Harry." I greeted happily, smiling at the Brilliant green eyed boy. He returned the smile slightly.

"Is something wrong?" I asked, noticing Harry's tired and depressed eyes.

"Yeah, I kinda made a big mistake.." He said, bringing his knees to his chin. He continued. "Before you start judging, I was... following.. Draco... Trying to find a right time..."

"Yeah, but not literally." I said, rolling my eyes.

"Draco thought he was being followed, he managed to take the cloak off me. We.. well, He taunted me for a bit. I really wanted my cloak but I didn't want to hex him..."

I rolled my eyes again, Merlin.

Harry paused for a second, but then said. "I was so stuck between not hurting him and getting my cloak back that I kinda... tackled him.. then... I kissed him..."

"What!" I nearly yelled. "You.. but what if he hexed you..?"

Harry didn't reply for a while. Before saying cheerfully."Well, he did let go of the cloak."

I sigh. "You and your actions, you do realize he could 'out' you?"

Harry nods, a sudden forlorn expression on his face.

"But at least he knows." Was what Harry said, before going to his dorm.

Groaning, I rubbed my temple.

All of this Drama is taking it's toll.

A/N: Hope you enjoyed, especially the slight Drarry moment ;D