AN1: Happy Valentines Day! I'll have a chapter explanation in the bottom AN!

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. Durr.

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Draco Malfoy was at a complete loss of what to do. Tomorrow would be Valentines Day, and it would be his second one with Hermione. He was surprised—as was the rest of the school—when they got together, but he didn't regret one moment of it. Yes, they had had their awful fights, but they always made up. So as far as Draco was concerned, it was perfect. Everyday he felt that he was falling a little bit more in love with Hermione.

He could tell that she felt the same way about him. A Malfoy always knew these types of things.

Right now, he wasn't thinking about the happiness that always came when he was with her. Right now, he was stressing. Valentines Day was tomorrow and he still had no gift for Hermione. He was stubbornly trying to find the perfect thing for her. Not books, not chocolate, not flowers and not balloons. Those were all very unoriginal and over-gifted. Draco wanted to get Hermione something rare, something special and something unique.

With the gift, he was hoping to convey just how much he felt about her. The problem that he found himself facing however was that he couldn't find a gift. He had looked virtually everywhere in Hogsmeade and his time was almost up, the weekend trip to Hogsmeade was coming to a close. Despair was etched visibly on all of his facial features. He needed to find her a gift!

As a last ditch effort, he all but ran to the last store in Hogsmeade that might have a gift for Hermione that he hadn't already been to. It was a shabby looking store with a worn-down looking sign in the front saying "Hidden Treasures." Draco assumed that it was the name of the store. He walked in and upon his entrance a little bell over his head rang and a tall woman with enormous glasses on and shawls draped all over her scuttled towards him.

"May I help you with anything?" she asked him.

Before he had entered the store, Draco had told himself that he would accept help. It was obvious that he needed it, and he wasn't doing too well on his own. So it couldn't hurt.

"Yes, please. I am looking for a gift for an anniversary a little over two years."

"I see. And what are your specifications?"

"It can't be over-gifted or clichéd; I want it to be something special and unique. Something rare would be nice too. And money is no issue."

The shopkeeper paused in thought for a moment before answering him. "I think that I know just what you need." She whirled around and started to walk to the back of the shop. He followed her, curious about what she would suggest to him. When the shop keeper finally stopped, it was in front of a display of snow globes. Some had angels in them, others had just snow, and one had a fairy in it—not a real fairy—but a fake one that was enchanted to fly around.

"They're perfect! Thank you," Draco said sincerely. The woman nodded and left him.

For about ten minutes Draco stayed in front of that display, mulling over which one he should get Hermione and which on she'd like best. In the end, he decided on the fairy one. The decision wasn't that hard. He had turned that one over to see the cost and found a little knob at the bottom. He turned it and it began to play music. Nothing specific, just a random tinkling melody, but he knew that Hermione would love it.

Once out of the shop with his box, a grin lit his face. He had found the perfect gift for Hermione and he couldn't wait to give it to her the next day.

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Draco woke up cheerful. He was in an extremely great mood and he couldn't wait to see the look on Hermione's face once he gave her his gift. He got dressed about as fast as he ever had in his life and headed to the Head Dormitories, where he knew that Hermione would probably not be awake, but he'd wake her up anyway.

"Pickled pixies," he said to the portrait and grudgingly, it let him in. Without any hesitation he walked briskly and purposely straight to Hermione's door.

He was about to knock on her door when he heard a loud giggle. "Ron, stop it!" It was Hermione. With extreme caution, Draco opened the portrait hole to see what was going on. Hermione was there, just as Draco knew that she would be, but Ron was there with her. That wouldn't have been so bad, if Hermione wasn't scantily clad in simply her undershirt and panties and if Ron would have had more on then his Gryffindor boxers. And of course, it would have been much better if they weren't horizontally wrestling on the couch.

"Ron, stop it!" Hermione said again. Ron ignored her and continued to playfully kiss and bite her neck. To Draco's utter chagrin and horror, she made no effort to stop him. She just continued laughing and playfully swatting at him. She sat up quickly when his hands reached up under her camisole to unclasp her bra.

"Ron!" Her voice had a note of commanding urgency in it.

This time, he took his lips off of her neck and spoke in a voice caked with desire. "Hermione, please, let's just not worry about anything."

"But what if Draco walks in?"

"Who cares? He hasn't caught us for the past three months, so why would he now? And what's with the remorse, you've never felt bad about us before."

Hermione bit her lip. "Well it is Valentines Day..."

"Okay, so be my Valentine."

Hermione sighed in mock hopelessness. "Oh Ronald, what am I going to do with you?"

He smirked, not unlike the smirk that Draco often sported. "I don't know, but I know what you can do to me." The smirk that spread across Hermione's face was identical to his. Ron took that as a good sign and slid the sleeves of her camisole off of her shoulders and started to suck on her collarbone. She didn't stop him.

Completely dumbstruck, Draco closed the door as quietly as he had opened it and stood outside of it in shock. With a furious scowl he stormed away and threw the gift against the wall. The sound of it shattering brought immense satisfaction to Draco and subtly reminded him of the sound his heart had probably made when Hermione broke it just seconds ago. He placed an even more furious look on his face, hiding the searing pain in his heart well.

"A Malfoy never cries," he muttered to himself as he walked. "A Malfoy never cries," he repeated again and again. It was his mantra until he finally reached the Astronomy Tower.

"Malfoys don't cry," he repeated hoarsely, "they don't cry."

Against all of his instincts, he sank down onto his knees and put his head in his hands sadly. His eyes began to sting and he felt warm liquid fall between his fingers. Tears.

"But this Malfoy does," he said quietly, in a voice choked with tears.

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AN2: I'm sure all of you guys are curious for an explanation as to why I wrote and posted this sad chapter on Valentines Day. Well, the typical and clichéd Valentines Day one-shot or story is sappy, fluffy, cute and also romantic. Heh, I decided to go against the grain.

Ahh, I almost cried while writing this. That's awful! Aww.

What did you think? Review and I'll make the next one a happy one!!!

Lovelove, Amanda

DUCKY: See, I didn't off him in this one! I was tempted to have him jump off the Tower, but how dramatic would that be? Too dramatic, thanks. But your reaction would have made it totally worth it!!!