A/N- Sorry it's taken me a while to update, but school is starting up soon and it's just going to be very hectic so just try to be patient with me and I will update as soon as I can.

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Mistakes

"Get up," Ginny threw back the covers on Hermione's bed and crossed her arms. Hermione moaned from the light streaming in the room and hitting her eyes. She tossed her arm over her face.

"No," she moaned, swatting her other hand up and down to indicate to Ginny to shut the blinds.

"You need to get up," Ginny told her.

"Just let me sleep." Hermione rolled over so her face was in her pillow.

"You need to get up, go get something to eat and then talk to Draco." Ginny walked around the bed. Hermione mumbled something but Ginny did not catch it. "What?" She snapped her fingers at Hermione.

"I said," Hermione put up her head. "That he's probably eating right now and never wanting to talk to me again." She put her head back down.

"Okay, you know what," Ginny grabbed Hermione's arm. "You need to get up and go talk to him." She pulled her friend.

"Ginny I have a massive headache-"

"Well that's your fault, now get up!" She pulled Hermione out of bed and she groaned.

"Why are you doing this to me?" Hermione put her face in her hands. "I don't want to talk to anybody right now." She stood up on two shaky legs. "I just need a bathroom."

"Throw on your robe and go talk to him." Ginny shook her head. "What the hell were you thinking?"

"I wasn't," Hermione grabbed onto the bed post. "It was just that… I wanted to tell Harry and Ron without fearing what they might do." She looked sadly over at her friend. "But that was the worst possible way I could probably ever tell them."

"Damn right," Ginny stared at her friend in disgust. "You are so lucky I was there. You almost ruined two friendships and a relationship all in one evening."

"Ginny I'm sorry!" She dropped her hand and faced her friend. "I don't know what came over me."

"Ever since you've been with Malfoy you have been acting so different. Doing things you should not be doing." Ginny walked around Hermione and faced her. "I don't even know you anymore. Doubting yourself, doing irresponsible things, like," she whispered, "having sex with him." Hermione frowned. "Getting drunk and walking into the Great Hall making a huge scene!"

"I know!" Hermione bit her lip and ran a hand through her hair. "I don't know what to say." Ginny just shook her head and headed over to the door.

"You need to go talk to Malfoy." She looked over her shoulder and back at Hermione. "I want to let you know I am here for you. But I don't approve of this relationship anymore." Hermione drew in a shaky breath as she watched her friend walk out the door.

She did not even bother going to the Great Hall to get breakfast, she decided to walk straight to the bathroom that her and Draco meet up in. Whether he was going to be in there or not, she was going to wait. She didn't focus on what she was going to say to him when she saw him; she just concentrated on her throbbing head on the walk there.

Hermione tried to keep her head down so she did not have to look at the light coming in from the windows. She watched her feet moving her to where she needed to be. The air changed when she went into the bathroom, and she got chills up her arm. Hermione looked up and took slow breaths. She watched Draco pacing back and forth and he stopped when he saw her. They stared at each other and when she began to grow uncomfortable she cleared her throat.

"I-"

"Don't," Draco stuck up his hand.

"Dra-" she took a few steps closer to him but he backed up and shook his head.

"I said don't," Hermione frowned, hurt washing over her. "You," Draco took a deep breath to calm him down, "almost ruined any chance we had last night of being together." Hermione kept quiet. "What the hell were you thinking? Getting drunk to tell everyone? I- I-" Draco threw up his hands, "I don't understand!" He turned to Hermione. "Why?"

"Can't I talk now?" Draco crossed his arms. "It's just that," Hermione took a deep breath, "I was scared to tell Ron and Harry about… us. So I thought maybe if I wasn't in my state of mind I would not care if I told them or for their reactions." Hermione shifted uncomfortably as Draco just stared at her. "I'm sorry, it was wrong of me to do it that way. I don't know what I was thinking no- I wasn't thinking. I was being stupid." Hermione bit her lower lip and studied Draco. His hair slicked back, his neatly tucked robe, his piercing gray eyes, porcelain skin. She caught her own reflection in the mirror and frowned.

Draco walked over to the sink slowly, leaned on it and chuckled. Hermione didn't move as he began tapping the sink with his hands. "Oh Hermione," he looked back over his shoulder at her. "What am I going to do with you?" He looked in the mirror this time and found her reflection, staring at him in horror. "Huh?" He asked, apparently waiting for an answer. Hermione furrowed her brows.

"I don't know what else to tell you besides you're scaring me." He spun around to face her this time and headed over to her. He stopped in front of her and looked her up and down.

"If this is too much for you, I want you to walk away now."

"Draco, come on," Hermione frowned.

"Listen to me Granger," he stared into her eyes, "walk away now if you don't want to deal with this."

"I'm dealing," Hermione whispered.

"Is that what you call this?" He laughed in her face. "Are you fucking kidding me?"

"I've already lost some things because of you." He eyed her. "Yet I'm still here, aren't I?" Draco looked away from her, taking in what she said.

"Like what?"

"I don't want to get into it right now," she walked around him and turned back to face him. "Let's just focus on the dance right now, okay?"

"I don't know, is it okay?" He pressed her.

"Yes," she rolled her eyes.

"What's there to focus on then?"

"How we're going to make our entrance. I was thinking we will walk in together, so we will meet by the stairs and get ourselves situated. By the way my dress is navy blue for you're um tie." Draco smirked. "Questions will come flying at us; let me handle Ron and Harry. I warn you not to say anything insulting to them. Cross that, don't say anything instead and-"

"Hermione,"

"You can take care of your friends once we handle Ron and Harry, who knows how long that's going to take-"

"Hermione," he inched closer to her.

"Or unless you really don't need to take care of your friends, I'm not really sure. You might want to get that figured out-"

"Hermione!" Hermione looked at Draco and her mouth hung open. "Love," he walked the rest of the way over to her and lightly touched her arms. "Calm down, you are stressing yourself out." He kissed her forehead. "Do you ever give yourself a day off?" He joked. "Listen, we can handle Potter and Weasley, it's not them I'm even worried about. And screw my friends. We've got it under control, okay?" He kissed her cheek. "Okay?"

"Okay," Hermione mumbled looking up at him. "I'm just scared."

"I know," he said, finally kissed her lips.

"What?" Hermione tried to hide behind her hair, and for once she wished it was bigger. She was in first period and she could literally feel Harry's eyes burning into her skull.

"Um," she could tell he was readjusting his glasses. "Last night…"

"Was nothing," she said.

"Oh is that what they call it now?" Hermione put down her quill and looked at him.

"Last night was me just having some fun and it was a bad choice." She watched him study her.

"What did you want to tell us?" He leaned in and whispered quickly.

"I don't know what you mean. I'm sorry Harry but last night was a bit hazy." Harry frowned.

"It seemed to be eating at you…"

"Well I can't quite remember what it was." Harry arched an eyebrow.

"Where did you even get alcohol?"

"Hmm," Hermione cleared her throat and she breathed a sigh of relief when the professor began talking.

She felt Harry's eyes on her through the whole period. By the time class was almost over, Hermione wanted to take her book and smack Harry over the head with it. Why couldn't her friends just leave her alone? Why did they always have to be so caring? That's weird, she thought, when did she not want caring friends? When class did end, Hermione gathered up her books and turned to Harry. "Staring at me won't do any good."

"Sorry," Harry's face flushed red and he turned away, finally. She stood up and made her way out of class, once again rehearsing what she would say to Harry and Ron when the day comes that she had to tell them about her and Draco. Be a lot easier to write it in a note, she kept on coming up with different way to tell them, even though she knew there was only one way Harry and Ron deserved to be told. Directly to them, Hermione gulped.

When lunch rolled around, Hermione was starving. Seeing as though she skipped breakfast, she was the first one of her friends there at the table. She began eating right away. As she indulged on her food, she felt a presence before her and she let her eyes drift up to see a black robed person. She sat back to reveal her visitor and she almost choked on her food. Draco was standing in front of her on the other side of the table, clear as day, in the Great Hall. Hermione grabbed a napkin and wiped her mouth.

"What are you doing here?" She hissed. Draco smirked and patted down his tie.

"Hey,"

"You need to go before anybody else sees you here!" She stood up.

"I just wanted to say-" Hermione looked over at the main doors and saw Harry and Ron enter. She looked back at Draco.

"Oh god they're coming!" She looked at him frantically.

"Hermione-"

"Here," she grabbed his tie and pulled him down.

"What the-"

"Just play along!" She snuck a glance at Ron and Harry, who had spotted them and were nearing faster than before.

"What are you-"

"Shut up," she hissed at him and waited for the right moment… "Don't call me that again!" She held on to his tie tighter and shoved him back. The three of them watched as Draco stumbled a few feet back and then caught himself. He fixated a confused look at Hermione, and then readjusted his tie. "We're done here," she instructed him. Draco looked at Ron and Harry.

"Fine," he turned and went back to his seat.

"What was that about?" Ron turned his head to look at Hermione.

"Oh you know, Malfoy being his pathetic self." She waved them off and sat back down. Harry and Ron exchanged a glance. "It's nothing," she insisted, "don't worry about it." Hermione let her eyes wander over to Draco and she felt her heart skip a beat. He was staring at her. And he did not look pleased.

"What did I do now?" Hermione's wrist was finally free and she found herself in the bathroom she was in this morning again. Draco had caught her in the hallway, and against her many protests he had dragged her here.

"What the hell were you doing in the Great Hall? Making me seem like the bad guy again?" Hermione crossed her arms and glared at him.

"Excuse me? But what the hell were you doing coming over to the Gryffindor table to talk to me like you do that regularly?" Draco frowned.

"I was only going to be over there for a minute."

"It was the only thing I could think of." Hermione sighed.

"What?"

"In the Great Hall, to say that you were just being yourself."

"An asshole?"

"It's the only one they know of you." Hermione told him. Draco let that sink in. Hermione went over and grabbed his hand. "Come on, let's just stop fighting. I feel like that's all we do is fight." He looked down at her.

"Agreed," he grinned.

"Now what did you want to tell me earlier?" He looked confused and then seemed to realize what she was talking about.

"Oh, right," he dropped their hands. "I just wanted to let you know that I needed to tell you something later." Hermione looked confused.

"Wait a minute; all you wanted to tell me was that you wanted to tell me something later?"

"Yeah," he said, not understanding her confusion.

"So all that happened in the Great Hall could have been avoided?"

"Stop," he warned her.

"What?"

"You are starting up again." Hermione was about to say something but she thought twice about it and shut her mouth. "I wanted to tell you that I have decided during winter break I will tell my parents about us. I wasn't sure when I was going to but they need to be told that in person and I just wanted to let you know."

"In case you don't come back?" Hermione frowned and Draco looked puzzled.

"Why do you say that?"

"Because you are dating a Muggle-born and that is everything they are against." He sighed and looked down.

"And that's not all."

"What do you mean?" Draco looked at Hermione.

"They are trying to get me to become…" he ran a hand through his hair.

"What? Becoming What?"

"A Death Eater," Hermione stared at him, her mouth unable to move. Draco continued, "I am not going to become one, if that's what you are wondering. But I mean come on, Hermione. You know my father is one; of course they would try to make me one. But I'm not going to do it." Hermione looked a little more relieved. She studied his face and it slowly dropped into one of concern.

"When you go home to tell them about us. That's when they will try to make you join them." Draco nodded slowly. "Great," Hermione said sarcastically. "Look Draco, if telling them about us will lead them to do this…" she grabbed his hand again. "I don't care if you tell them or not."

"They are going to try to make me join them either way." He pulled his hand away from hers and began to leave. "I need to go and think about some things." He told her, not looking back. Hermione watched him leave and frowned.

"Okay," she said, standing alone in the bathroom.

"Talking to yourself?" Moaning Myrtle came out from one of the stalls.

"Might as well be," she did not bother looking at the ghost as she headed out behind Draco.

A/N- Wow I did not even realize till right now that I'm past 200 reviews, and for that I thank you and I will also give you this… next chapter is the day of the dance! Any predictions on what might happen? Let me know what you think and what you thought about the chapter!

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Brittany