Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. Just the sick bastard Covurn. Hooray I got rid of him…

So I thought that went well. I was very tempted to call up my brother so I could get the fight right, but I decided against it. Although he's all for my writing career, I don't think he would do it. But I thought that went well otherwise. I think that was one of my better chapters. Question for all my peeps. Do you think the length of these chapters should be longer? Or are they fine the way they are? I don't know. With other stories I have read, the scroll bar is practically gone. And they have, like, 36 chapters. So I don't know if I should make the chapters longer. Please leave a review or send me a message and tell me what you think! Now I know what you are thinking. SHUT UP AND GET ON WITH IT! So I will. Just promise to leave a review or something!

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Chapter 11

When they came in for breakfast the next day, Draco and Hermione were bombarded with questions.

"What happened with Covurn?"

"Are you two together?"

"Why did Draco kick Covurn's ass?"

"What got Hermione so mad that she punched Covurn in the face?"

"Are you guys going out?"

All two things, the status of their relationship, or what the whole deal was with Covurn. They thanked God, or whoever the fuck was up There, that McGonagall had their room made for after dinner. Covurn was fired the minute Draco and Hermione left the hall.

They sat at their tables, circled by their friends with stern faces. "Hermione what were you thinking! Getting involved with the Ferret? Have you lost it?" varriations of those questions came at her from all directions. The same was with Draco. "Have you finaly gone off the deep end? Did the war pack a punch so great that you dropped your standards down to the Mudblood?" Draco just starred forward through the mass of the crowd, at his fiance.

"Hermione what the fuck is wrong with you!" Ron screamed. "How can you forget everything he ever did to you?"

"I didn't forget. I forgave." She replied. "And that is something you will never do."

"Okay Hermione. How about I call you Mudblood for the next six years and then we'll see if you forgive me shall we?"

"Ron-"

"What do you want you filthy Mudblood?" Ron said in a Draco-like voice.

Everyone in the entire hall drew into silence as Hermione glared at him. "Ron. Out of all of the things you've done, this is the worst." She began to raise her fist.

Draco noticed the entire hall went silent and stared at the two at the Gryffidor table. Hermione had said something he couldn't hear. Draco quickly jumped over his table at Hermione, catching her fist in his hand.

"Hermione, he's not worth it."

"Did you hear what he said to me?" Tears began to threaten her eyes.

"Yes I did. And that is why I am here." He let go of her fist and turned around with his fist slicing through the air and making direct contact with Ron's jaw. "Don't ever say anything like to her again. Because if you do, I'm coming after you. Come on Hermione."

They walked away, Draco's arm wrapped protectively around her waist. Anyone who looked their way saw and angry scowl on Draco's face, and immediately looked away not wanting to face his wrath.

They walked out of the hall and up to their room where Hermione gratefully shut the door.

"I can't believe him. Wait until his mother hears about this."

"You're going to tell his mum? What help will that do?" he asked her.

"Molly Weasley is the one that killed your aunt." She replied coolly.

Draco stared at her with an expression somewhere between shock and 'no way'. "That boy is doomed. Harry better throw him a going away party because he's going on a trip to six feet under."

"For once I have to agree." She said with a sad face.

"What's wrong?" Draco walked over to her and pulled her into a fierce hug.

"It just bugs me that Ron would say something like that. You have changed, you don't do anything like that anymore. So why can't he just accept it?"

"Hermione, just forget about it. How about some stress relief?" he said coming up behind her, stroking her arms and kissing her neck.

"As lovely as that sounds I am not going to have sex with you." Hermione replied coolly.

"Who said anything about that? Hermione Granger you have a dirty mind." He smirked against her neck. "The way you stand makes it look like you have a lot of tension in your back. I was simply suggesting a massage."

"That sounds like a plan." She said turning into him. She gave him a quick kiss and went to the bathroom. She felt like sleeping afterwards so she changed into a tank-top and some comfy bottoms. She traveled to the bedroom where Draco was waiting on the bed with his pj bottoms.

She walked to the bed and sat down in front of him. He scooted closer to her and gently placed his hands on her shoulders, rubbing hard and with precision.

"God. Draco where did you learn this?" Hermione asked. Her head rolled forward and a moan escaped from her lips.

"My mum always got bad headaches from all the stress around the house. I learned massage therapy when I was young so I could help her out."

"How is your mum? Harry never really got to thank her."

"For what?" Draco asked curiously. Why would Potty Potter want to thank his mother?

"Because after Harry "died", she didn't tell Voldemort he was dead. She lied for him in trade for information about you."

"What kind of information?" Draco had stopped rubbing her neck and leaned forward.

"She wanted to know if you were alive."

"Wow." Draco whispered. "So I'm not just someone to carry out the name. She actually cares about me. That is comforting." He said.

Hermione turned around to face him. "You never believed that your mother loved you? Draco everyone's parents love them. With yours, it was probably unconditional, but they still love you."

"You don't know my parents." He said looking anywhere but at her.

Hermione didn't see any point in arguing with him anymore. She slid forward and grabbed his hand. "You know I love you, don't you?"

"Of course. And I love you too."

She smiled at the comment and leaned forward and kissed him softly. "I don't want to talk anymore." She said in the "sexiest" voice she could muster.

"Dear lord." Draco said with a growl. He pounced on Hermione and tackled her lips. She let out a small squeak of surprise at the ferocity of his kiss.

She kissed him back, matching him with every tick of the clock on their nightstand. His hand slowly crept up her shirt while her fingers tangled themselves in his hair. He kissed from the nape of her neck up to her now plump lips. Hermione's hands travled te length of his chest, hands shaking in anticipation. He pulled her shirt off and dove back to her lips. He began to undo the clasp of her bra when the door opened.

"Hermione-" Harry began.

The red began to spread through their faces until they were as deep as Ron when he got angry. "Harry I'll be right there. Go wait in the kitchen."

She didn't have to say anything before Harry was out the door.

"Don't people knock anymore?" Draco asked her. Hermione turned to face him and laughed. "What?"

"Your face! Put on some yellow and you could be a Gryffindor." She laughed at him, holding her sides.

"Well you look like the Weasel after one of my comments." He laughed at them both as Hermione stood up and found a shirt.

"I'll be right back, so don't do anything." She said as she left the room. She traveled down the small flight of stairs to the main floor where Harry was pacing in front of the couch. "Harry about what you saw-"

"Don't worry about it. I figured something like this would always happen. I just never thought I would happen to walk in on you and Malfoy."

"Harry did you need something?" Hermione asked her friend.

"Hmm?" He stopped his pacing. "Oh, right. Ron wanted to see you. He said he would be in the back corner of the library at our table."

"I don't want to talk to Ron right now." Hermione mumbled.

"I think he wants to apologize. You should take up the offer before it disappears and he gives you the cold shoulder for the rest of your life." Harry said. His face held no emotion, but his eyes were pleading with her to go.

She heaved a large sigh. "Fine I'll go. You can leave Harry." She moved to the portrait that lead out of her room.

"Oh and Hermione?"

"Yes?"

"I really don't approve of your choice, but I will support you to the end." Harry said in a father-like tone.

She gave him a hug. "You really are the brother I never had." They walked out of the room together, Harry taking the left to the Gryffindor common room and Hermione taking the right to the library.