Author's Note Not sure how I feel about this chapter. I've usually gone into fics with a well-thought out plan. This case not so much. I'm sure I will have the ending figured out soon, I'm just having a difficult time figuring out exactly how I want this played out. I know what I want to do with the characters for now, but at the moment the future is undetermined. -DevilishGrin- Pointers appreciated! :D Enjoy!

Disclaimer L.O.L. I forgot why I started doing this disclaimer stuff. I mean, it's FAN-Fiction. The name of the website shows just how much I don't own any of the characters I write about. Really...-Shakes head at her own nonsense-

Hermione's feet scampered across the stone floor to the transfiguration class. She ate her breakfast quickly, still trying to determine how she should act around Ron and Harry. They didn't know, but the way she was feeling would be a sure-fire way to have them suspect and try to pry it out of her.

Professor McGonagall glanced up from her desk as Hermione entered the room. She wasn't the least bit surprised to see Ms. Granger, but was rather shocked when Draco had entered the classroom ten minutes before even Hermione had gotten there.

Draco didn't look up, knowing who it was. He knew that the person after he got there would most definitely be Granger. Who else would be so incredibly predictable, save for last night. God, he couldn't stop thinking about it.

Hermione walked to the front of the class and kept her face turned away from him. There was an obvious tension, and the Professor seemed to be making a mental note of it. Her eyes traced back and forth between them. She had wondered why Draco had all of a sudden desired to be studious, and now that there was an instant tension, the answer was clear.

Draco held his breath as he looked at the back of her head. She was burning inside of him. He didn't know why he would let it get to him. It was Granger. Sure, at some point, he had interest in her, but this was now. Usually after he got his way with someone he lusted after he was through. Amaryllis was his girlfriend, but everyone knew what she was used for. She knew what she was used for. Draco never really tired of her because she was not as bland in bed as others had always been.

Well, up until Hermione showed him another side of his lust. Was it the danger? Not that she, per say, was dangerous. Her eyes didn't even look at him after she saw he was in the room. Last night was obviously an action that she regretted.

A challenge. That was what it was. Maybe. Draco still wasn't sure. Would it be that she was a challenge? It wasn't very challenging last night; then again he had been thinking of that pinnacle moment since she glared at him in the compartment 1st year. Of course as a young boy the desire wasn't for the actual sex, just a mere kiss.

He hadn't noticed that as he grew, his desire grew, and became more extensive and creative.

It could also be that, He thought. The fact that last night was clean cut and irrational left no room for creativity. It was…empty.

Draco scratched his neck. Sleeping with Amaryllis this morning did no good for his mind. It remained dirty and confused.

A couple of fellow Gryffindors walked into the room, oblivious to Hermione and Draco's tension. The presence of others, however, did help to ease the silence as they filled the room with some mutterings.

It was odd that she would feel more comfortable with others around her in her moments of total secrecy, but her human heart couldn't help but continue to confuse her.

When Ron and Harry entered the room, they let out an audible sigh of relief. Without turning she smiled, knowing that they were worried about her and her where-abouts. Hermione missing? That was next to never.

"Where the bloody hell have you been Hermione?" Ron exclaimed. She let out a giggle at their faces. Draco was at the moment surrounded by his 'followers' and Hermione was certain that nothing of their conversation could be heard by him. "This isn't funny, I-Harry and I were worried about you!" She cleared her throat.

"I was in the library." Harry furrowed his eyebrows.

"All night?" A lump caught in her throat at Harry's question.

"Yes! Yes, I was. I'm sorry to worry you guys. I took your…" She quieted her voice. Though Draco knew about Harry's invisibility cloak, she didn't want everyone to know, "invisibility cloak."

The classroom was really starting to fill up as time for class was approaching.

"You snuck in my things, without my permission. to get my cloak?" Hermione was royally put to shame with such a simple accusatory question. Her face heated up, knowing that she'd rather him think she went to the library instead of sleeping with Draco.

"Yes. Can you forgive me?" Harry smiled.

"Of course I can. It's not like you did something bad, and you at least told me today. Plus I was wiped out yesterday from that quiditch match. I'm thankful you didn't wake me." Ron was a little annoyed at Harry's willingness to forgive and forget, but decided that since it wasn't even his cloak, to just drop it.

Professor McGonagall stood and everyone sat, some eager to learn, others eager to leave.

After Transfiguration, and Runes right after, Hermione headed to the library not wanting to eat. Piling books upon the table she began to study random subjects, particularly ones involving deceptive spell casting. How thrilling to trick the enemy into thinking that you've cast a good spell when it was actually a defensive spell. After nearly a half hour of solitude a shadow was cast over the page of the textbook she was reading.

"Hermione." A soft murmur sounded from behind her. She turned and saw Ron, looking down at his feet.

"Ron? What do you need?" He stood next to her and sat down.

"You aren't acting yourself today, and instead of eating you've come to the library. Is there something wrong?" He put his hand gently on her shoulder. There was a mild tension, for she knew about his feelings and she knew he knew her too well to not know something was bothering her.

"If I wanted you to know, I'd have told you, wouldn't I have?" Ron frowned.

"So you don't want to tell me?" Hermione sat straight.

"Not at this present time, no." Ron's face looked frustrated, at he began to get a defensive stance, taking his hand off of her shoulder.

"Is it because you don't think I can keep a secret?" She looked blankly at him. "It is isn't it? I can keep secret very well actually. Remember the one about what you said when Harry wasn't listening about the girls bathroom and how you-"

"Ron, I know you can keep a secret. I'm just not ready to talk about it." She kept her eyes off of him.

"Why not? It can't be that bad. You don't do anything too terribly unpredictable." Ironically hurt by the statement she glared at him.

"Go away Ron. I came here to be away from people, not to give you the opportunity to track me down and corner me." He stood violently, pushing the chair back.

"You think caring about you and wondering what's wrong is cornering you?!" She didn't say a word, knowing she couldn't possibly say anything to make him see or understand without telling him. Having him angry at her was a lot easier to deal with than her being angry at herself. "You know what Hermione? Fine. What would you like me to tell Harry?" Hermione sighed, still not turning to face him.

"Does he know you came to find me?"

"No."

"Well then I don't suppose you need to tell him I have a secret at all." She snapped bitterly. His pressence was felt solidly behind her for a few more moments, then he walked out of the library.

Hermione eyed the sunlight out the window. A happy sun, showing the brilliance of a fall day, and she started to tear. Her lip quivered and she hid her face in crossed arms. The sobs beneath her covered mouth were so silent, not even the librarian heard.

Draco paced the lunch hall. He had decided during second class, that he needed to speak with her. Nothing was going to make Draco run and hide. Even if all that he spoke to her were insults he was going to show Granger that what happened between them wasn't going to change him. The last thing he needed was to care about something or someone. Not that he was in love or anything, but even the crush he had, even the lust he had. It wouldn't be aloud for anyone he was aloud to know because mudbloods are off limits. It wasn't that they were off limits to him, it was that he was supposed to be unobtainable by them. As his father would say, 'Have some class and at least screw a slut with pureblood', or 'Mating with dirty blood infects you wether or not your blood was pure to begin with'.

Ron walked into the lunch hall and jogged to take his seat next to Harry. Still no Hermione. Furious at her arrogant avoidance he stood and went to his next class.