The next morning wasn't any better for Draco. He woke up with a wicked headache, and the only person he could remotely blame was Granger.

It was a night full of all kinds of emotions, and Draco for one hated them. It was at these times when he was asleep that the emotions of the people that were on the one side of the castle came to reek havoc on him. The other part was because of a certain witch in the next room.

He meant what he said when he wouldn't do anything with her in the physical sense as long as she was with Weaselbee. Oh he would play around with her mind and maybe have a little bit of fun with her. But it was something that he firmly believed in. Monogamy. He had seen what happened first hand when someone was in an affair. he had lived with it every year of his life until the day that his father died.

His mother was someone that believed that when you where with someone, married and/or loved them, you stayed with that one person until the day you died. But his father thought otherwise. Oh he believed that his father did in a sense love his mother, but not enough to stay only in her bed.

And because of that it only hardened Draco to beliefs. That when someone or him was in a relationship and either one found someone else they broke it off immediately. He would or she would come back but at that time it was only one person.

Draco smiled at that thought. They always came back because of that. The other guy was the loser, and him the winner. Cause really what women in their right mind would not love to be able to go back to a guy when they can so easily leave him. That was of course if they didn't have feelings.

So Draco got up and quickly got dressed. Making sure that he was dressed for the long trek to the dungeons. He quickly tied his runners, and set out the portrait door. As he walked through the castle, he paused to think that the snow hopefully would be coming. He thought about in the next week it would be christmas, and how he would go home.

Home.

Home was another thing that made most people fill with warmth, and security. Home was a place where families should be happy, and loving to each other. Home was just another place to Draco that he wish he could live without.

It was another dead place, full of horrible emotions. It was another place where he got consistent headaches, and fevers. All the gloominess, and coldness never failed to make Draco wish for the comforts of the castle.

Draco scoffed at the last thought. How come it felt like he was the only one that felt like the castle was his home, more then the actually house he lived in? It was something that never failed to make Draco think about.

He finally reached the great hall, without incident and immediately went into the dining area. He looked around and saw that their were a few people at each table. And didn't fail to notice that Ron was sitting at the table.

"Odd." He mumbled quietly.

Draco couldn't help but notice the weaselbee sitting, and might he add quite early, at the Gryffindor table. He wasn't flanked by Potter or the She-Weasel. No he was sitting with another seventh year, having a heated discussion. Draco believed that the other boys name was Dean Thomas. But he couldn't be quite sure about that. He would have to ask Granger about that one.

But the two boys emotions were what made Draco pay a little more attention to them. He smirked as he sat down at the Slytherin, hardly failing to notice that no one in his year was their, and decided to 'listen' in on their conversations.

"Dear god Ron. I can't lying to your sister."

"I know. But it's for a little bit longer, please just trust me on this." Ron pleaded to Dean.

"I don't know." Dean mumbled. "What about Hermione?"

"What about her? She doesn't need to know about it."

Dean glared at Ron. "Oh so on top of all the lies and secrets you decided, without consulting me, that Hermione doesn't need to know? Why is that Ron?"

"Cause she doesn't!" Draco watched as Ron's face got a little flush.

"Really? Cause I think she does." Dean gave a maniacal laugh. "Besides she could be fucking with Malfoy by now."

Ron whipped his head back to Dean. "Hermione isn't like that. She wouldn't cheat on me. She doesn't have the guts to do it."

Draco watched as Potter entered the hallway with the she-weasel right beside her.

"Were finished." Ron demanded. "For now."

"Well fuck you too." Dean stood up and quickly walked away, walking right past the she-weasel.

Draco grinned as he watched the scene unfold in front of him. Mentally thinking that the two boys had really no reason to feel guilty, but at the same time there was a weird and strange emotion that Draco briefly picked up on. Lust. He shrugged it off. He then rested back against the wall, got a piece of toast and watched the scene in front of him.

*****

Hermione shoved the pillow beside her over top of her head. Partly grateful that she didn't have a class until the afternoon. She sighed and rolled over. Of course that class had to be with Malfoy in it.

Hermione wished then that she had been able to get a good nights sleep. But then again the little episode in the bathroom hadn't helped her out one bit. She had spent most of the night tossing and turning. Couldn't help but relish in the fact that Malfoy had wanted her. Also couldn't help the small smile that graced her lips now. That Malfoy was partly a gentleman. Cause really, Hermione thought, what man now a days would frown upon adultery?

So Hermione got out of bed, and went to the closet to get the uniform that she had gotten use to over the past seven years. She brought it to her bed and laid out neatly. She then went to the dresser and pulled out the underclothes. She blush slightly at another dirty secret that she liked to indulge herself in. Though her roommates the years before would have disagreed, she did. It wasn't that she was a prude or anything. No it was mostly she didn't have a man that fully appreciated what she wore underneath.

After sighing to herself she pulled out lacy black low cut briefs and the matching push up bra. She put them on and then walked over to her uniform. After putting on the skirt and leaving the top still undone she grabbed the knee high socks. She rolled them up to her knees, and smoothed down the rest of the sock.

Hermione then decided that today she was going to be a little bit more bold with Ron. Hoping that he would pick up on her attire. She buttoned up, leaving the top two open. Just enough that she wouldn't be showing everybody her goods but enough that Ron would hopefully get the hint.

She exited the room, made her way out of the portrait hole. As she walked down the corridor, she took sight of everything around her. Thinking that she was going to miss the castle after this year. It brought on a little homesickness, but she shrugged it off. She would be back. Eventually.

When she got into the dining area, she paused. What she heard and saw were something that maybe she wished that she stayed in bed for. Mentally kicking herself that she had to finish a three week long assignment early.

She glanced around and noticed Malfoy sitting in her usual spot. Grinning like a mad man. She couldn't help but wonder if he was the one that started the whole thing.

She walked over to where Ron, Ginny, and Harry were. "Good Morning."

"And what's so bloody good about it?" Ron exclaimed as he grabbed his bag and walked out of the great hall.

Hermione stared after him and decided to let him cool off for a bit. "What is wrong with him?"

Harry shrugged his shoulders." No clue, but he was like this before Ginny and I got here. I think that him and Dean got into a argument of some sort."

"Is that true Ginny?"

Ginny looked up from her plate, Hermione's attention then switched to Ginny's swollen and red eyes.

"Oh honey!" Hermione exclaimed as she sat down beside the distraught girl. "What happened?"

"I don't really know. One minute Dean is storming out of here, and the next Ron is accusing me. Like it was my fault that Dean went storming out of here."

Hermione glanced at Harry. "Is this true Harry?"

Harry nodded. "Pretty much. He just started telling Ginny off, and started to treat her little she was the dirt beneath his shoes."

"Well I never!"

Ginny looked up. "Oh please don't Hermione. Please don't go off on mine. Lately it seems that he is stressed."

"Ya. Like every time he comes back after being with you, i don't know, it's like you guys got into a argument about something. But then the next day you come in all happy, and we immediately know that it wasn't the case." Harry paused for a minute. "Is everything okay between you guys?"

"Last time I checked."

Ginny gave a small smile. "Well then something must be wrong with Ron. I just don't know what, and he seems to like to get Dean involved in it."

Hermione only nodded her head. She also stole a quick glance across the room and noticed Malfoy smirking. She whipped her gaze back to Ginny. "I'll wait then go talk to him, okay Gin?"

Ginny nodded, and got up. "I would appreciate it Hermione. I really would. I got to get to class. I'll see you at dinner." She then looked at Harry and gave him a small smile before walking away.

"And how long as that been going on for, Mr. Potter?"

Harry blushed. "I have no clue what your talking about."

Hermione laughed. "Oh please. 'Well Ginny and I talked..Ginny and I were thinking...Ginny and I.' Shall I continue on?"

"Fine. It started when Dean and her would get into constant fights. Mostly Ginny would come to me, cause you were in the head rooms. But then I guess she decided that it would just be easier on her. Then..oh I don't know Hermione. I guess I stopped seeing her as a sister and more as a..well...woman."

Hermione placed her hand on Harry's shoulder. "Well by the looks of it Dean and her won't be anymore."

"Ya." Harry smiled. "What about you and Ron?"

"What do you mean? Ron and I are still together."

"How long are you going to be pretending that you are attracted to him?"

"How about when cows fly?" Hermione said innocently. "Besides I love Ron."

"Hermione..."

Hermione cut him off. "No Harry I really do." She looked across the room again and caught Malfoy's attention. "I really do love Ron."

Hermione watched as Malfoy mouthed something to her. Her cheeks brighten when she caught what he said. 'Liar'

"Your a terrible liar Mione. A terrible liar." Harry laughed.

"Like I said Harry. When cows fly." Hermione then gave a light kiss on top of Harry's head and headed out of the hall.

She couldn't help but feel the pair of grey eyes that followed her all the way out.

Well I hope that you like my work. Hopefully I will be able to write more. Review are great, and if you choose not too, that is fine too. Sorry about the lack of Draco/Hermione. Maybe in the next two chapters ;)