Ok. It's been over two years since I last updated, and I know I discontinued it but yeah okay I kind of just want to play this out. Thank you for bearing with me. If you like this, or have any constructive criticism or ANYTHING at all, please leave a review and I will love you forever. XX

RECAP: Hermione agrees to meet up with Draco in the library. Draco is attempting to get her to like him because he was put under the Unbreakable Curse. etc etc

Chapter Four: I Don't Love You

It grew closer and closer to eight o'clock, and with every moment that passed, the increasingly nervous he would get. He'd been ready and sitting in the chair closest to the door for over an hour. His clothes were perfectly picked out: a button down blue shirt and black jeans (his robes could go away for the night). This needed to go perfectly, he kept repeating to himself. If not, he could lose his life.

Draco hadn't talked to Blaise since the New Year's party. He hadn't wanted to. Instead, he ignored him, and Blaise did the same, which had suited them both just fine.

When the clock eventually chimed eight, and he sprang up and headed towards the library.

It was dimly lit, a few candles hovered in the air above the shelves. As he'd suspected, Hermione was already there, absorbed in a book.

'Granger!' He called. Madam Pince glared at him. He lowered his voice. 'Granger!'

Her head jerked up and she put her book in a bag, and produced three hefty looking books from the floor. 'So, I checked out several books from the restricted section, they should provide us with some in depth information about the Muggle industry...' She scanned through the book pile briefly before handing Draco a book; it was large and old, with a faded gold spine. He blew the dust off of it and opened it up.

'"A Compact History of Muggles in the 20th Century for Magical Folk"... don't you know plenty about this topic anyway, Granger?'

She glared at him. 'Just read it.'

'I wasn't trying to offend you!' Draco snapped, and he opened the book and started reading. This was going to be hard.

After a couple of hours of careful note takin gand reading, Draco's eyes were drooping with fatigue. From the looks of it, Hermione was pretty tired, too.

'Okay, I think that's enough studying for today. What do you think, Malfoy?'

'Yeah.' He rubbed his hands together. They were numb.

'Okay, well, I should get going now.' Hermione said.

'I'll walk you?' Draco offered, then held his breath.

There was a moment of hesitant silence, and then she nodded. 'Sure. Um- thanks.'

The pair walked down the corridors awkwardly. After attempting conversation which failed miserably, they lapsed into silence until they were outside the Gryffindor common room.

'Okay, erm- thanks for walking me back, Malfoy.' Hermione half smiled, then turned away quickly.

'Anytime.' He was surprised that she couldn't hear the reluctant sarcasm in his voice, but she nodded vaguely. Why wasn't she going inside? The portrait was open.

'So...' Hermione nodded towards the ground. Draco's heart was beating faster and faster. She looked up at him in the dim lighting and he instinctively moved forward and kissed her.

Time stopped. He slid his pale fingers onto her skin, tentatively touching the smooth nape of her neck. He drew her closer and looked at her- before pulling away in surprise. Her eyes were filled with tears, and when she blinked they spilled over.

'What- what's wrong?' He asked anxiously.

Hermione shook her head. 'Please just- please leave me alone, Malfoy.' She covered her mouth with her hand, muffling a sob.

Draco was stricken. 'Hey, I'm sorry, Hermione- please don't-'

'Goodnight, Malfoy.' She said, before turning her back to him and climbing through the portrait hole.

'Hermione, wait-' But she was gone. He half considered going in to talk to her, but by the look the Fat Lady was giving him, he daren't. He ran a hand through his hair in frustration and angrily kicked at the wall. 'This is crazy!'