Ok, sorry for the long wait, things have been crazy!! Ok so I'll not say anything more up here, look to the bottom for more talking.

Hermione and Malfoy didn't get to spend much time together, Luna was always following Hermione around, and they had decided to keep their relationship a secret, for now. But there were moments when she could sneak away into an empty classroom or such. One such night she and Malfoy went to the Slytherin common room.

"Tell me about your family" Malfoy urged

He was sitting at one end of the couch with his back against the arm; one foot was on the floor while his other leg was bent up against the back of the couch. Hermione sat between his legs with her feet stretched out in front of her. Her back was against his chest and the back of her head was resting against his shoulder.

As she told him about her loving family Draco felt content, he'd never really felt that way without utter disappointment following it. When he was little his father tried to teach him many things, such as the fact that women were inferior, and should be beaten for it. He also found it pertinent to show Draco the correct way to beat someone and not leave bruises; his father had loved to demonstrate his methods on his mother. When Draco had refused to join in on the practices his father began to beat him as well. His only happy memories were visiting his grandmother; his father's mother had also been beaten by her husband, but she was strong-willed and had out lived him. She was stubborn and had refused to allow her husband to break her, she knew what her son was doing, but she could do nothing, except to rescue Draco for a few short months every year. During that time she taught him to be strong, not to let his father make him feel worthless. He saw Hogwarts as his saving grace, he barely ever went home, he would spend Christmas with his grandmother, and most of the summer vacation. He was too young to realize that his mother had abandoned him; she never tried to stop her husband from beating her 9 year old son. He often worried about her, all alone, without a safe haven, but his grandmother would reassure him, telling him that she was a big girl and could handle herself. When he was 14, however, he was plunged back into hell. His grandmother died, and he felt like his world was crumbling. The only person he had ever loved was gone, along with his safety net. He wasn't even allowed to go to her funeral; he was forced to go to the Quidditch World Cup.

"My cousin, Janet, she was my best friend growing up, I didn't socialize much at school, it's not like the 16 year old high school kids really wanted to hang out with a 10 year old book worm anyway."

"How many grades did you skip exactly?"

"5, I was supposed to be in fifth grade, but I jumped to tenth."

"My God Hermione, you're like a genius."

"Not really, I've just always really liked to study, for some reason, I was really good at it, I loved school work, and math science history."She laughed"Tell me about your family."

"I never really talked to my family, just my grandma. She was great, she fit that whole stereotype too, she loved to bake cookies, she even had one of those signs in the kitchen that said 'home is where the heart is', she never yelled and she spoiled me whenever she could."

She could tell from his voice that he loved her very much. She wanted him to talk about her like that. Why? Did she want him to love her? No, why would she want that? Did she love him? No, no that was impossible, not after two weeks!

"My mother was…. different, I think she was sweet and loving, I don't really remember, for years I barely saw her, and when I did most of the time she was, disconnected, it was almost like she was just a shell. When I was little it kind of scared me, but as I got older I began to understand." He was quiet for a long time.

"What about your father?"

"He was……." what could he say. He decided the truth was the easiest "warped. He has serious issues, it sounds terrible, but I'm glad he's gone, you can't really understand until you've been there." The sadness in his voice broke her heart.

"What did he do?"

"He…………… Wow, you'd better go, Luna will be wondering where you are."

She knew he was trying to get her to drop it, and she decided to accommodate him , when he wanted her to know, he'd tell her.

She stood up, so did he. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her close. He leaned down and kissed her, quick and impersonal. When he looked at her he felt the overwhelming need to kiss her again, so he did, this time the kiss was very personal. She wanted him to keep kissing her like this forever.

He wanted to keep kissing her like this forever; that thought got him to stop. It was then that he realized where they were.

Hermione was trying to figure out how it was that he had ended up on top of her on the couch, but she couldn't seem to hold on to a single thought.

"You need to go, now" he knew it was a ridiculous thing to say, how could she when he was laying on top of her, but he couldn't seem to make himself move.

She should leave, but there were two obstacles, one, he was on top of her, two, she didn't want to.

After a few minute of just laying there he stood up and helped her to her feet. When she left she went to her dormitory, crawled into to bed and dreamt of him, he went to tale a shower.

"Woh, nice one Ron, I bet that was 60 feet."

"Bet I could throw one 100!"

Harry, Ron, Bill, and Charlie were de-gnoming the garden. But Harry wasn't really paying attention, he was stilling trying to figure out how he felt about what Ginny had said on Christmas day up in her room. He didn't understand why it bothered him so to think about Ginny liking other guys, and he didn't understand why he kept glancing up at her bedroom window. He didn't even know if she had been talking about him or some other person. Now once again he was back to the anger he felt over some other person with Ginny. He was just feeling protective of her because she was his best friend's kid sister, right? She wasn't so much a kid anymore though; she was 15 now, and….. his thoughts were distracted when he looked up at her window again; he saw the curtains swish closed suddenly. She had been standing there, watching him. No, he qualified; she was probably just looking out to see ho the de-gnoming was going.

God she hoped he hadn't seen her. It was bad enough that she had practically told him she loved him yesterday, but for him to catch her watching him. But she did love him. She had developed a rush on him the moment she met him when she was 10 years old, who wouldn't, and then in her first year he saved her life. That's what she had written it off as, hero worship. But when she started to grow up and look at boys in a different way she didn't just notice the fact that he had stood up to Voldemort numerous times, she also started to notice how kind he was, how he reacted when certain things made him feel uncomfortable. But she had fooled herself into thinking she just wanted a boyfriend, and Harry was one of the few boys she saw on a regular basis that she wasn't related to, so she naturally thought f him. But not anymore, the entire time she ad been dating Michael she had compared him to Harry, when he made a joke she said that Harry was funnier, when he held her hand she told herself that Harry's hands were softer (that had led to interesting thoughts), when he kissed her she wondered how it would feel if Harry kissed her. Now in her fifth year at Hogwarts, she knew that she loved him, and she hated it, he was too dense to realize it, and even if he did, he'd probably take off running. Well, at least they were going back to Hogwarts tomorrow, and then she could avoid him, without seeming obvious.

Ok, so. I apologize for the mushy stuff. I cut back on the kissing scene between Hermione and Draco, but it has come to my attention in the past few moments (friends are great) that I should have kept it full, no matter how stupid, so I shall put the original here for you now:

"This time the kiss was very personal, she opened her mouth and his tongue slid inside, tasting her, she never wanted him to stop, she wanted him to keep kissing her like this forever.

Her tongue was rubbing against his own and he wanted more, that thought jarred him out of his stupor. He pulled his mouth away and only then realized where they were."

So anywho, ok sorry for the long wait, but this fic probably won't be finished for a while, it is going to encompass three books, just letting you know. Ok, so now I shall go ad diligently type more for all of you people reading this right now.

P.S. school sucks, but mostly science.