Memo: Hi to all my readers. Sorry about the long wait and I'm extremely happy that people on don't send me those "ONGOSH PLEASE UPDATE!" Messages. I really appreciate it. This is the chapter all the Draco/Hermione Shippers are waiting for and for those non-DM/HG shippers I will make you one after reading this. Hopefully.

School was really busy last week, had all my yearly exams so I didn't have time for this but now that I have my not so pleasing…58/80 for Maths and 84/120 in science…Still awaiting English hopefully I won't lose a mark for spelling again results I can post fanfiction.

Personal Shout out: Suzanna you aren't the same because you wouldn't be able to write this :D

When Hermione stood in front of Sir Bentley, her eyes red and sore and her lip trembling, she didn't know what to do. Should she go inside and face Malfoy? Should she tell him exactly what the matter was? Was she strong enough to force herself to tell the world?

"Miss Granger?" Sir Bentley asked. "Are you alright?"

"No, I'm not," she answered and gave him a sad smile. "Charlatan," she whispered and he nodded deeply before swinging out of her way. She stepped inside and was breathing shakily. She stepped into the well-lit Common Room and found Malfoy sitting in an armchair, staring into the fire.
His eyes darted up to her when he heard her footsteps. He said nothing, just stared at her with those spectacular full-moon-on-the-water eyes. She stood there, helpless and vulnerable to the world.
She took a shaky step towards him.
He rushed to her side and helped her to the couch. She was surprised at how much she leaned against Malfoy. Her head throbbed and she felt clammy. She felt drained and used up.
He helped her sit on the couch and looked at her cautiously. He took a seat by her side and continued to say nothing. She stared at him, expecting a flood of questions and assumptions. He did none of those things. He just continued to sit there silently and stare at the fire.

"We both know you want to ask," she said sharply. Malfoy looked up at her carefully, his eyes flickering over her. He inhaled deeply.

"No, Hermione, I don't want to. I want you to want to tell me all on your own," he said simply and then turned towards the fire.
Hermione sat there, staring at him blankly.

"What did you just say?" she asked her voice shaky. He looked at her and furrowed his eyebrows.

"That I want you to want to tell me," he said though it sounded more like a question. She shook her head.

"No… you called me Hermione," she whispered. Malfoy shrugged, a coy smile playing across his soft-looking lips.

"Well, that is your name, isn't it?" he asked. She nodded and then pulled her eyes away from him. She couldn't bear looking at him. He knew just what she wanted and gave it to her without any hesitancy.
That wasn't true… not completely, at least. She wanted him, but he had not yet succumbed to her.
Did she just say that she wanted Draco Malfoy?
She forced herself not to think about it.

"Do you think I should tell Harry and Ron?" she asked him. He flinched at the mention of the two boys.

"I can't say. It's your decision," he grumbled, obviously not liking the topic of Harry and Ron. She looked at him. He was staring stubbornly into the fire. She continued to stare at him and she felt his eyes flicker towards her every now and then, but he refused to look directly at her.
The thought angered her.

"Look at me, Malfoy," she demanded. He said nothing and did not move. "Draco, please," she whispered and took his chin in her hands and turned him so he faced her. His look had softened and his eyes shined magnificently in the firelight. "What am I to you?" she asked.

"What are you rambling about?" he asked, cocking an eyebrow.

"Am I just a mudblood to you?" she asked, tears forming in her eyes. His sarcasm and amusement fell immediately and he stared at her sullenly.

"Granger, I can't just forget what you are," he told her apologetically. She pulled away and curled up into a tight ball as far away from him as she could. He still thought her a mud blood. He still thought she was a disgusting foul creature that muddied the earth. She had grown affectionate towards him and all he had done was hidden his disgust.

"I should have known," she said through her forming tears. He shook his head.

"You don't understand! I was brought up to believe mudbloods disgusting, poor people unworthy, and self-righteous pricks like Saint Potter were not qualified to be in my company!" he snapped at her. He reached out and grabbed her wrist, but she yanked it away from him.

"Just leave me alone, Malfoy!" she cried, not being able to control the tears falling freely. "I opened myself up to you… I let you see a part of me that I have guarded from the entire world! Now you're telling me that I'm still a disgusting mud blood who is not fit to stand in your presence! How demented can you get?" she snapped at him.

"If you would just let me explain, you insufferable wench!" he snapped at her. She recoiled and gave him a poisonous glare, but was silent. "Before you started insulting me, I was telling you something. I was brought up to believe all those horrible things. I was brought up to believe that to be strong you must destroy the weak. That there was no power without evil," he continued.

"Are you going to tell me something I don't know? Or are you just trying to anger me to the point where I have no choice but to hit you?" she growled at him through clenched teeth. He rolled his eyes and waved his hand, dismissing her comment.

"Now, here you are. You represent everything I was told to hate and you are what all my beliefs tell me is filth. Instead, I find you the most heartfelt, sincere, compassionate, and beautiful girl I have ever met. One that has strength beyond anything I even thought possible to achieve. How am I supposed to answer your question? 'What am I to you?' I guess that there's only one way to answer it, and I'm going to tell it to you bluntly no matter the consequences, humiliation, and embarrassment. You are everything I despise, everything I want, everything I loath, everything I need, everything I wish to be, everything I wish I weren't, everything I hate, and everything I love," he said. He took her hands in his. Her eyes were dazed and misting over, listening to every world spill gracefully from his lips.
Her heart was beating madly as he continued.

"Hermione Granger, to answer your question, you are, literally and metaphorically speaking, everything to me," he said and gave her a small and beautiful smile. He pulled away and looked at the fire, unable to meet her eyes.
Hermione sat there in utter shock, feelings and emotions and thoughts racing madly through her body and mind. She wanted to smack him and kiss him all at the same time.
It wasn't fair. She was being ripped away from the world the exact same time she found something she wanted more than life itself.

"Draco?" she asked quietly.

"Hmm?" he asked, his eyes flickering over to her nervously. She gave him a sad and sweet smile, tears falling happily and sadly from her eyes.

"Could you hold me?" she asked in barely a whisper. He smiled at her kindly and lifted his arm. She crawled closer to him. He gently moved her into his lap. She was so light that he barely even felt her there. She placed her head against his chest and listened to the steady and rhythmic beating of his heart. It was like a lullaby, reassuring and sweet, and she began to fall asleep.
She clung to his shirt and barely felt the gentle kiss he placed on her forehead. He wrapped his arms firmly around her body. He was surer of something than he had ever been in his entire life.

He would never let Hermione Granger go.

A.N – I hope you didn't shed to many tears.