Hermione wouldn't call it a relationship, but it was constant. Astronomy Tower, 11 pm, every day. 20 minutes most. No changes publically, due to Hermione's insistence that it was better to keep what they had private.

The question that filled Hermione's thoughts, that was always some where in her mind…

What did they have?

Sure. Consistence. A thrilling, secret physical relationship. But then if that was all why did Draco flash his smirk at her any chance he got? How come Draco genuially smiled at her, everyone in a while, now? Why did her heart flutter, swell, at the sight of him- whether it be a glimpse of his blonde hair, or him just staring at her in class.

Why did she like it so much? Why did he suddenly seem perfect?

It was like she had tamed the beast, and Draco was coming through.

Why did they break the 20 minutes at most rule 3 times this week?

Hermione sat at her desk, chewing, curiously, on her quill.

Little did she know was that Draco was gazing at her, watching her adorably chew on her quill, and stare off in to space.

Blaise nudged Draco and raised his eyebrows, "Mudblood got your attention, Malfoy?" He snickered.

That's when Draco realized he was staring at her.

"She's not a Mudblood!" Draco snarled, barely controlling the level of his voice. His temper was surfacing.

"Well, she's Muggle born, Malfoy," Blaise looked confused, he looked at Draco as if he was crazy. He probably was.

Hooking up with Granger? Hermione Granger?

The girl who punched him, insulted him, hated him? The girl who he thought he hated?

"She's the grossest Mudblood ever. Dirty, grime." A sound that horrible resembled a shriek, cut through Draco's thoughts.

The beast was out. Pansy had no right- the filthy, slut.

"What did you just say?" Draco narrowed his eyes, jumping out of his seat, ignoring Hermione's gasp, and the teacher's glare. He made his way to Pansy.

"Dirtiest Mudblood ever." Pansy repeated, smiling uncontrollably. She glanced at Hermione Granger, "Disgusting." Pansy spat.

Draco lost it, "Fuck no, you're the dirty one- you slut- I mean, really, who the fuck do you think you are? If anyone is stupid, or inferior, or dirty here, in this room it's you!" Draco screamed, raising his wand.

"Stop!" Her strong, calm voice came from behind him, "It's okay." She told him, looking in to his eyes, convincing him to stop.

"No, Hermione, it is not okay. You're so much better then her. I swear I'll kill them before I hear you associated with that word. It's mean, and you don't deserve that. I know you hate it. I know you." Draco stood before her, and the class.

It was out. It didn't need to be said, it was obvious.

"You're leaving me for a M-m-her!" Pansy shrieked. Always stating the obvious.

Draco hesitated. He wanted to say that he was with Hermione- make it real- official.

But he just stood there. Hermione made a small, suspiciously similar to a whimper sound. The clock ticked on.

"Take your seats." The teacher huffed, "Granger, Parkinson, Malfoy, after class."

Hermione took her seat, avoiding his eyes.

Draco slumped into his chair, staring at her.