Grace POV

I opened the door to the Gryffindor common room still laughing. I had to drop my books off in my room and then get back to Draco. When I realized why he talked to me in the first place, I kept my head down. I could not be the one to tell Harry and Ron about Hermione. I ran up to my room and plopped the books down. I took the three from the top and but them on Hermione's bed, they were hers after all. My book was Getting the Truth for Even the Darkest of Wizards, by Luis Camble. My dad's new book. I wrote a chapter for it. But I had no idea if he actually put it in.

I was carrying three books two for Hermione and the one for me. I only had her books because she was petrified. I didn't want to put them back, in case she was revived earlier than they thought. But that I knew that was probably not going to happen. I just told myself that to keep myself from breaking down again like I did in the bathroom. I told myself over and over and over again when I was alone that she wasn't going to die. But when I was with someone I actually had the courage to think about if it was a possibility or not. I can only face things when I'm with someone, otherwise I don't trust myself to be alright when I'm sad and alone.

I walked down the stairs to go see Draco again before I got sad. I really can't bear to be alone with my deep ad dark thoughts and expect to be alright after that. When I got downstairs I almost ran back up. Harry and Ron had just walked in, I thought I heard Harry ask Ron if he had seen Hermione. I kept my head down and hoped that they wouldn't hear me. But no, I have almost no luck outside the romance world.

"Hey Grace," Harry called after I walked past them, "have you seen Hermione?"

"Um… no." I said still with my head down. I hadn't turned to face them and I had stopped, I probably looked stupid

"Well, do you have any idea where she is, I'm starting to worry." Ron said, I turned and looked at him with an eye raised, he blushed and looked out the window, he is so in love with her.

"Look guys I have to go." I said going back towards the door

"Malfoy's out there by the way." Harry said, assuming I hate him just as he does

"Well what did you say to him?" I asked harshly turning around and glaring at him, he looked startled

"Um… he just said that he was waiting for someone. Wait, where are you going?" he was getting suspicious, why couldn't Hermione be here? She was the only one I told that I liked Draco, if she were there she would have dragged the boys off somewhere, letting me run off with him

"No where Harry, it's none of your business." I said turning back to the door

"Well, when you get out there tell Malfoy to go away, he seems to listen to you lately better than all of us." Ron said I walked out, towards the end of his sentence he started getting slower and slower, like he was starting to think

"Hey, is everything ok?" Draco asked taking my hand when I closed the door, "I was Potter and Weasly walk in, did they say anything to you?" I smiled that he was so worried about me

"No, but they asked about Hermione." I said trying not make my voice not break, it worked to my small joy. He put a hand on the back of my head and pulled me into a hug. I leaned my head on his chest, putting my arms around him. I never would have thought that he could be as sweet as he was to me

"Are you alright?" he said still hugging me, I smiled

"Yes." I whispered, still leaning my head on his chest, he let out a long breath

"Good." He kissed the top of my head, I looked up at him. I felt like we had already kissed, but thinking back to the bathroom I realized that that was the first time any part of me had ever felt his lips. He realized the same and blushed, looking away

"So where were you going to take me?" I said not putting my head back on his chest

"Where do you want to go?"

"Where you were going to take me." I laughed taking his hand and walking down the hallway

"It's the other way." He said, I looked at him and he laughed. I started to blush

"Well how was I supposed to know?" I asked, he laughed and put an arm around my shoulder, "So where are we going." My eyes went wide, I never really took it into account but my English accent was really strong. My relatives from America always made fun of me, but I never really knew it was that bad.

"It's a secret, but you'll like it, I promise." I looked up at him and stared, "What?" I smiled

I realized that he had almost the same accent as me. I mean, Hermione always joked around with me, saying that we were perfect for me. But I realized that we kind of were. I stopped walking and turned him to face me. He looked at me confused, I smiled and felt myself blush.

I leaned up and kissed him in the middle of the hallway. He seemed a bit surprised, but he kissed me back. His lips were soft against mine. His hand slipped under my hair and on my neck. As his other hand went to my waist, I slipped my hands up the sleeves of his robes, and placed them on his arms. The kiss wasn't heated or passionate, it was sweet and romantic. He pulled away and smiled with a wicked look on his face, like he had an idea. And he did.

He leaned down and put his arms on the back of my knees, picking me up. I laughed and wrapped my arms around his neck. He pulled me closer to him, our foreheads were touching. I could feel his breath on mine. He put his hand on my jaw, making sure I didn't fall. We didn't kiss, we just had our faces close to each other.

"Your breath smells like fruit." He said with his eyes closed, I laughed

"In a good way right?" I asked still slightly laughing

"What does my breath smell like?" he asked smiling, but serious. I leaned in and smelled his breath. It smelled like cake, pumpkin juice, my lip gloss, and some kind of herb.

But instead I answered with, "Hm… like cake." I smiled kissing him. "You also kind of taste a bit like cake."

"Let's go to the Room of Requirement." He said putting his arm back under my legs, making me feel more secure and that I won't fall

"What's that?" I asked

"Oh, you'll see." He started to walk down the hallway, still holding me in his arms