A/N: Hi. I'm back. I don't know why, but I am.

Disclaimer: No, I don't own HP and yes this is AU.

Hermione and Draco were on great terms. They were great friends, and nobody minded that they were. Not anymore. It didn't have to be a secret anymore. Now they were openly friendly with each other and students just smiled about it. The thing was Hermione liked Draco, quite a lot actually. She was even beginning to think that she may be falling in love with him. For her that was really scary. Things with her and Viktor were OK she supposed, but not even close to this serious. And she wasn't even "with" Draco and yet things were harder than they had been with Viktor.

She had been extremely flattered in 4th year when Viktor asked her to the ball. That had made her feel really good about herself. Hermione had never thought herself the type that would be attractive to any guys, and Viktor's attention made her happy. But the ball was nothing like she had hoped it would be. It was how she should have figured it would be, but she was too far gone to comprehend the possibilities. The morning after the ball, she was miserable and never wanted to go with Viktor again. It was just too weird for her, especially with all the bumping and grinding. That wasn't her cup of tea.

So with those memories pushed to the back of her mind, she started to become close acquaintances with Draco. He joined the Order as a spy in her 5th year, and on Dumbledore's orders, Hermione befriended him. They hit it off quickly, especially after finding that they had so much in common. Once the war ended and Voldemort was vanquished, they permitted themselves to be more open about their new friendship.

That was the problem though. Their friendship. Hermione didn't know where Draco stood on the scale of their friendship. Was he strictly platonic, or did he have more than just friendly feelings towards her as she did for him. There were times when she thought that he was on both sides.

Like when he hugged her. In Hermione's mind, she thought that they were more than friendly hugs. He didn't hug any of his other friends. He sure as hell didn't hug Pansy who was almost 2x his size. It was only her...and that made her wonder. It also seemed to her over thinking mind that he tended to hold on longer than what would be considered a'strictly platonic' hug, and that he only let go of her because he had to.

The only class they had together in thier 6th year was Ancient Runes, which was the one class she didn't have with any of her other friends. That day, Hermione was in a particularly weird mood. She had been preoccupied all day and she couldn't focus very well on anything in Runes. When the bell rang, he stopped her before she left the room and asked her what was wrong.

She just replied that she was stressed about signing up for next years' classes, which she was. He smiled reassuringly at her and said she would do fine, and then he hugged her. It was all Hermione could to not to just hold him there and not let him leave. She couldn't, and therefore, she didn't. So they separated, but before Hermione could turn to walk away, he gently grabbed her arm and held her back. She looked at him questioningly. He leaned up and placed an extremely light kiss on her lips. Draco tilted his head to the side and looked at her hopefully. Hermione put her arms around his neck and kissed him deeply before setting off to Arithmancy, smiling all the way.

Hermione went through the rest of the day with the biggest smile that anyone had ever seen her wear. When Ginny, Spencer and Marie questioned her, she would only answer vaguely. "Oh, it's just that Ancient Runes was awesome today." Only Alyssa knew, and she smirked knowingly. Not even Hermione had an inkling that Alyssa was wiser than she ever chose to let on.

A/N2: So Ducky, because Kaare isn't bothering to read this story, you tell me: was this real? Or is this a figment in my imagination? Did this actually happen to me today? You decide.

(AHAHAHA like those science videos in Mr. Abney's class)