Wahoo! THIRD chapter in the same day! I must be on a roll here! Haha. Its alot longer than the last two. But enjoy it anyway! Rate and Review!

A Sweet, Deadly Rose

Chapter 3: A Truth For A Truth

Hermione came into the Gryffindor common room and immediately Harry and Ron asked what was wrong. Well she was crying. Harry hugged and kissed her but she just pushed him away and cried even more as she bolted up the stairs to avoid showing her guilt to her boyfriend. She hid in her dorm where she knew they could not follow and she cried.

Everything was such a mess. The red colour of her bed linen seemed for a moment to flash green, for a moment while looking in the mirror she saw his smirk. Hours and hours later she glanced over at the clock. 23:57 it read. She had been crying for hours. Literally. She got out of bed, walked out of the dorm, down the stairs and out of the common room.

Draco looked over at the clock. 11:58. 'She's not coming' he thought with a sigh. Another minute passed. But it seemed like forever. The clock struck midnight. It chimed once and Draco stared at the door wiling it to open. It chimed twice and he didn't lift his gaze.

The clock chimed for the third time if Hermione had counted correctly. She took a deep breath.

Draco began to breathe heavily as the clock run for the sixth time. He wished over and over in his mind she would come. Seventh chime. 'She's not coming.' He thought again. The clocked chimed for the eighth time and the sound of the door opening made Draco tense up even more. He had got his wish. Standing in front of a now closed door in the moon light was Hermione.

She was wearing a nightdress and was shivering.

"You still look beautiful even when you've been crying you know..." He took a few steps towards her. He was dressed in a black blazer, matching trousers and a tightish white shirt. Charming. She looked at him with no expression and shivered from the cold. Him being Draco, noticed such ad minor detail and walked right up to her. He was considerably taller than her height of 5"8 as he stood at nearly 6ft. He opened his arms and she willingly stepped right into them and hugged him tightly as he did the same. When they broke apart they both silently walked over to the balcony of the tower and look out. Draco was the first to break the silence.

"So it wasn't a mistake then?"

"No..."

"So..." he turned to look at her quickly and then returned to look at the inky black sky with the moon casting a beautiful light along with the stars that shined like diamonds. "What now?"

"I don't know." She whispered back. Afraid that even someone in the sleeping castle might hear.

"Why?" He asked, like it was nothing.

"I...I..." she couldn't bring herself to tell him, even though she knew he already knew.

"A truth for a truth Hermione. You answer mine, I'll answer yours. No lies, no secretes, no holding back."

"I'm dating Harry." A small tear slid down her porcelain cheek. "Now you answer mine. Why all of this?" Draco turned to face her.

"Because it's you."

"Exactly. Me. A mudblood. And thats not a proper answer."

"Don't call yourself that." He said softly with concern in his voice. "And yes it is."

"No its NOT! Play fair" She shouted.

"Ok...I...Erm... kinda..." he bit his lip

"SPIT IT OUT MALFOY OR SO HELP ME...!"

"Oh for fuck sake. I LOVE YOU." He held up his hands and let them fall limply to his side again. He sighed.

"Liar." She snapped.

"Nope. Truth. Promise." He retorted quickly.

"Too bad I'm dating Harry." She crossed her arms and forced anger emitted from every inch of her. 'God she's sexy when she's like this' Draco thought.

"How do I make you feel? I mean honestly." He placed his hands on her shoulders and looked deep into her eyes. She shook her head. "Truth." She moved away from him and sat down against a wall and burst into tears.

"You make my heart flutter, you make me smile and I can't stay away. Happy now?"

"Not really, you're crying" he crouched down in front of her.

"Oh shut up." She looked away from him.

"Fine, fine. But again. I'll give you some options. You can go to breakfast tomorrow and kiss potter at the Gryffindor table and I'll stay away and never bother you again. Or you can walk up to the Slytherin table and kiss me and I'm yours. Seriously there's no pressure. All your choice ok?" She nodded. 'Noddings getting a habit' she thought to herself.

"Good. Now let's get you back to your common room."