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Hermione:

I regretted walking away the second I turned but my stupid pride got the better of me and I continued walking.

Was I really upset that he'd said he loved me. Millions of times, had the word hae came from his lips, and yet, the word love shocked me. There really has to something wrong with the way I think.

Do I love him? Yes, I do. I love him… and I walked away. So now I'd better find him and apologize hadn't I?

I turned in my path and headed back down the stairs, avoiding contact with people, it was unusual for me not to be in the library at lunch time, and I didn't want to make anyone suspicious.

I arrived at potions and Draco stood there, in the same spot he'd been standing in before I'd left. One thing had changed though, he was pushing away a fumbling Pansy, who was draping herself over him like the cheap curtains my mother had brought for my father's study.

"But Drakey…" she wined in her pathetic needy girl voice, tugging on Draco's tie and placing her hands on his hips.

"No Pansy. I'm not doing this anymore! I'm not pretending to go out with you!" he hissed, in a tone that was harsh and almost cruel.

"But she's so ugly! I mean her hair! Does she even straighten it? And she wears no make-up! She's boring too! Whatever do you see in her?" he moaned.

"She's worth ten of you Pansy! At least she doesn't wear her skirt up round her bum or dye her peroxide blonde. And she has a natural beauty, one that doesn't require half a bottle of foundation every morning just to give her some shine. She smells nice, and her skin is smooth and soft, without any fake cosmetic help! And she's not boring she's the most intelligent, caring, loyal, decent person I have ever known. So no, I don't like you Pansy and I never will!" he yelled and Pansy glared at him, before laughing happily, "well you've landed yourself in it now!" she laughed, "I'm going to do everything I can to make sure you and your little girlfriend can never show your face around here ever again! I own this school, and don't you forget it!"

Despite the lurch my heart gave when Draco defended me like that, my mood had turned sour. Pansy was vicious and condescending, but she did own the school, as she'd phrased it. It was just like some really awful American high school movie.

Swaggering in five inch stiletto heels, she strode past me and laughed, making a rude hand gesture at me as she passed.

"Draco?" I whispered, and he turned to face me. He looked at me with an expression of hurt and confusion as I walked over towards where he stood.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have walked away like that. I love you." I whispered, holding my hand out, he took it in his and smiled sadly at me.

"Do you really mean it?" he said, stoking the back of my hand with his thumb, and then kissing each knuckle.

"I do." I whispered softly, "but do you still love me?"

"I do. Now I'm pretty sure we're not married, but I need to check…" he grinned.

"No, we're not, I wouldn't mind if we were though."

"Neither would I."

He smiled and kissed my lips softly, and neatly.

Ron:

Dear Ernie,

I think I just saw Hermione kissing Draco. I'm sad now.

Oh cookies! Lavender made me cookies! Be right back, I want me some of those yummy looking cookies!

Pah, they were AWFUL! I mean who puts Lavender into cookies. Personally, I prefer chocolate chip. Mmm double chocolate chip cookies…

I got my head stuck between the barriers on a staircase today. Harry, Shamus and I were dropping dead dung beetles onto Slytherin's heads as they walked past us. Only I saw Crabbe and I thought I'd get better aim if I lent out towards him. I got my head IN fine. It was the getting it out that was the problem!

What we didn't realize was that it was one of those staircases that if people stay in the same part for too long starts swirling round and round until whoever's on their gets dizzy and gets off. Only I was stuck. It wasn't until I was sick on Snape's head that Dumbledore rescued me.

Harry and Shamus didn't help of course. They were too bust laughing their heads off at me.

Love Ron

p.s see you at easter.

I had to add that last bit, Dean was reading it.

Hermione:

Saturday came really quickly and I was thrust again into the dilemma of choosing an outfit for that afternoon. I decided on a grey tartan skirt with a pair of black heeled ankle boots, a light grey v – necked jumper over the top of a black shirt and a black military jacket (borrowed off Ginny, who I had told about my plans the night before, once she got over the shock she promised not to tell anyone and to help me prepare for the 'date'). Ginny also did my hair for me, she got some hair- straightners that she had made me promise not to tell Ron she owned, because he would 'freak' and made my hair look really sleek and pretty, then she slid a clip to push my hair back behind my right ear.

I looked like a Pansy clone, after stressing this to Ginny, she sighed and used the straighteners to return my hair to it's original curly state, moaning that I wouldn't know fashion if it waltzed over to me and slapped me round the face.

By the time I met Draco with Ginny at the bottom of the staircase we had both agreed I looked fine. No one noticed us amongst the crowd, everyone was frantic in their rush to get gifts for everyone for their Christmas presents, we could have held hands and no one would have noticed.

Once we had arrived in the slightly secluded part of hogsmeade that homed the shrieking shack (A/N is that right? I just drew a blank) and several dodgier cafés, Draco and I took each others hands and walked towards Celeste's Café, the least intimidating of the bunch.

A friendly witch smiled at Draco and I and led us to a table at the back.

"Two coffees?" she asked, and we both nodded.

"coffee? I thought this was a magic café?"

"It is, the coffee refills itself and tastes different to every person who drinks it."

"sounds like my cup of tea."

"No actually it's coffee."

"It's a saying!" Draco laughed at that one and shook his head, platinum blonde strands of hair flew around his face and he smiled gently at me, his blue eyes piercing my gaze.

Half an hour later we began to head back to the main part of hogsmeade, it was only then that we noticed the commotion in the middle of the square.

Katie Bell had been hexed by a necklace intended for Dumbledore.

And everyone – including the teachers – thought Draco was behind it.