YAYAYAY finally here it is! chapter 17 i am so sorry it took so long, but i think it's good, please don't hate me for the ending :( have a fantabulous day guys! xoxox- Brooklyn

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What. The. Fuck. Hermione stood, bewildered in complete shock. Had that just happened? Had that actually just happened? Her and Draco… kissed. They kissed! The one person she loathed more then anything and she kissed him. Or did he kiss her? He definitely kissed her. But I kissed him back… no! No I didn't.

Her mind was a mess. She didn't know what to think, or do. The two had been standing there for two minutes now, and neither of them said a word. Hermione opened her mouth, not sure what to say, but something had to be said. When suddenly Draco turned quick on his heels and into his room, slamming the door hard behind him. Hermione barely caught the raspy-low "sorry".

Draco stormed into his room, his head an angry, confused, mess. "Idiot" he muttered, pacing in front of his four-poster bed. "Idiot, idiot, I-AHG!" he shouted, kicking his trunk and ripping off his blanket, wiping it across the room, turning to the door and pounding hard on the door. He heard something shatter behind him. He turned toward the sound where he saw the wrinkled duvet lying in a bundle on the floor.

With a huff, Draco walked towards the blanket. Next to it laid a smashed photo frame. His eyebrows knitted together, he'd never had a photo next to his bed before, and the frame was empty. Now that he thought about it… wasn't there a frame a lot like this in his and Hermione's common room? He had been trying to make out what was in the frame earlier that day. It looked like a person… but when he couldn't figure it out he decided, since the photo did not move, it was a relative of Hermione's. But now that he thought of it… Draco's eyes widened with panic, he threw the frame and shot up off the ground, running for the door.

Hermione sat on the couch, her heart pounding a hundred beats for seconds, her eyes were fixed on the fire, mesmerized. Her only movements were the flinches and her hands gripping her knees tighter with every scream, smash, and pound coming from Draco's room. Her mind snapped back to motion when she heard glass shatter. She took a deep breath then in one quick motion, stood.

She began to walk towards her bedroom door when Draco's door flung open. "Draco?" he didn't answer her as he ran into the common room and stopped at the fireplace. She followed his eyes to a photo sitting above the fireplace; she'd never noticed it before. "Draco, what's that?" she asked, slowly walking towards him.

Considering what had just happened between the two of them and the noises coming from Draco's room, she decided to be cautious. Though she really wanted to talk about what had happened, but he was completely fixed on the photo, and she had an uneasy feeling about it.

"Draco?" she tried again, as she got closer, she noticed it was a person in the photograph, she still couldn't tell who it was though. "Who is-"

"Son of a bitch" Draco muttered cutting her off.

Hermione was bewildered; she gapped at his back "I beg your pardon?"

"No" Draco said turning to her, then back to the photo "not you" he muttered again.

She was confused. So she toughened up and walked right up beside Draco. She looked at his face; his eyes were fixed on the ledge of the fireplace. His mouth a set, thin line. He looked angry, very angry and worried. Hermione moved her eyes from his face to the photograph.

Her eyebrows forwarded, she opened her mouth to ask Draco what the photo was doing there when a bright light started to form in the center of the photo, it then slowly began growing bigger, and it started growing faster, until it covered the entire photo. That snapped Draco into motion.

"Get down!" he shouted turning towards Hermione, pushing her forcefully to the ground. She heard a loud gasp of pain as her back hit the ground, but the gasp wasn't her own. She scramble on her hands and knees. The light was gone, as was Draco.

Jumping to her feet, Hermione ran to the fireplace. She stared at the frame, now empty. The picture was gone, as was the light, and as was Draco. Yet the question from before remained fresh in her mind.

Why in the first place, was there a photo of Draco's father in their common room?

Draco fell to his knees, hands in a fist, his arms across the floor in the downward dog position and his forehead resting against the marble floor. He gasped desperately for air, then coughed uncontrollably.

He heard footsteps approach him. He lifted his head slightly to see a shiny pair of male dress shoes in front of him. He looked up further in time for a large cane to push on his chest, forcing him to fall back on his bottom.

"Draco, Draco, Draco" tisked a cold voice.

"Father" he replied once he caught his breath. He looked around to find he was in the living room of Malfoy Manor.

"You know, Draco, I am really growing tired of this," said Lucius as Draco stood. He waited for Draco to reply, when he didn't, he sighed and began pacing a circle around his son. "Perhaps you should stop screwing up and I won't have to keep troubling myself with bringing you here, because you can't seem to figure out right from wrong" Draco rolled his eyes, that's hypocritical, he thought.

"You were spying on me," Draco said through clenched teeth. Staring off past his father. That made him angry. As a boy, him and his father had a strong bond, yes his father was always criticizing him and putting him in danger, yet he always gave him purpose, and, once upon a time, they shared a common goal. It wasn't until Draco's relationship with Hermione that his father grew colder and Draco's hate for him began to grow from defense. He wanted to blame Hermione, but how can you blame the one you love?

"Yes" replied his father, stopping in front of Draco and raising his eyebrows. "I needed to keep an eye on you, you are untrustworthy"

"That's not true"

"Well obviously it is" Lucius snapped taking quick strides towards his son, stopping only inches away. "You keep messing around with that stupid mudblood girl" Draco flinched. Then mentally slapped himself when he saw his father raise his chin, obviously he had noticed. "Oh" he said coolly, with a crooked grin, "you don't like that? Hermione Granger is a filthy little mudblood; she will always be a disgusting twisted creature and she must- no. She will be disposed of" Draco's eyes shot to his father's.

"No" he said simply "no, you are not going to touch her" he snarled.

"What ever happened to you Draco? You were once such a fine young man. A little naïve and stupid, but that's the way children are right? Wrong. You could have been so much more then this. You were once a proud pureblood wizard and now, you're just a blood traitor" Lucius scrunched his face "disgusting what you have become. Might as well be a Weasley"

"I am nothing like the Weasleys" Draco snapped.

"Could have fooled me"

"It won't happen again," said Draco suddenly. Lucius raised his eyebrows again.

"What won't happen again?" he asked, though he knew the answer.

"I won't ever touch her again, I won't talk to her, I won't even think about her" the last one was an insanely large lie.

"Oh I know you won't" Draco arched his eyebrows.

"What do you mean?"

"Well, I'm going to have to take more drastic measures then just spying on you or erasing the memory of the stupid muggle-born"

"Why can't you just trust me? You're my father aren't you?"

"You stupid naive little boy. I fret, you will never learn. So unfortunately, I must do this" he tisked, raising his wand.

Hermione was even more confused. What- what was going on? First her and Draco… kiss, now there was some magic glowing photo of Draco's father, and now Draco was gone. How was this even possible? He couldn't have disapparated; everyone knows you can't disapparate out of Hogwarts. So where had he gone, and how?

She shuffled over to the couch and plopped down. Her stomach hurt, as did her head. She was worried. She was actually worried about Draco Malfoy. It wouldn't be that bad if he disappeared forever… would it? She hated all these mixed feelings. She knew she hated Draco, so why even question anything else right? Wrong. She didn't necessarily hate him, just strongly disliked. But what about the other feelings she though she felt? When they kissed… she hadn't really, totally, completely… disliked it. In fact, she quite liked it. The only problem was that is was Malfoy. Somewhere deep down though, she felt something. Some type of longing, or want, or even need. She hated to admit it. She really, really hated to admit it, but it was he truth, somewhere deep inside she felt something.

"Oh bugger," she groaned, lowering her head into her open palms on her knees, "I have a bloody crush on bloody Draco bloody Malfoy".

Just as she whispered that to herself she heard a whoosh, then a loud thump. Her head shot up, startled. What she saw confused her; Draco lay, unconscious, in front of the fireplace.

Had he heard her? No that was preposterous, he was unconscious. "Draco?" she asked, standing. Cautiously she began to walk towards him. She crouched next to him when he gasped and shot up into sitting position. Draco looked around frantically, then his eyes landed on Hermione.

"What the hell? Get away from me!" he snarled, pushing her back onto her bottom.

"Draco!" she called when he stood quickly. She scrambled onto her feet and began walking behind him as he walked about the room. She stopped abruptly as he rounded on her and their faces were inches apart.

"What did you do to me? Where am I?" he asked. Hermione tried hard not to shake as she stared into his fiery, angry eyes. She hadn't seen him angry like this in a while, it reminded her of how he used to be, so full of bitterness and hate.

"I didn't do anything!" she answered finely "don't you remember? Wait… what do you mean where are you?" she arched her eyebrows "you're in out common room"

"Our common room?" he asked in a voice much louder then it needed to be.

"Yes… the common room for head boy and girl? Are you okay? Did you get bonked on the head or something?" she lifted her arm to feel his forehead but he slapped her hand away.

"Right, head boy and girl. Forgot. I'm fine, thanks" he spat "now tell me what the fuck you did to me"

"I-I didn't do anything! I promise! Don't you remember?" she stuttered, her teeth began to chatter.

"Remember what?" he growled. Hermione stood, bewildered. She didn't know what to say.

"You kissed me, then you got angry, then you vanished through the glowing picture," she muttered quickly and very quietly.

"WHAT?" Draco shouted, "Speak louder you idiot I can't hear a bloody word you're saying" Hermione gapped, what was happening?

"I said" she said straightening her posture, what ever was happening, she wasn't going to let it get to her "you kissed me, then you got angry, and you vanished through the glowing picture of your father"

"That's a lie. I would never kiss a filthy mudblood like you" Hermione's jaw dropped. There were no words to describe her feelings. She felt tears well in her eyes. Why? She wondered, why was she getting teary eyed? He had called her that word multiple times over the years. Only it stung more now that he said it after kissing her and making her feel all those things, and then lying about the kiss! Throw in the word he'd just called her and you have a recipe for hitting a nerve. "Fine" he said stepping back once "don't tell me, just stay away from me you freak!" with that he turned quickly and disappeared into the door marked "head boy".

As soon as the door slammed shut behind him, Hermione fell to the floor. Gripping a pillow close to her stomach. She worried Draco would come back out, so she jumped up and ran into her room, then plopped down on her bed and began to sob herself to sleep.

phew, finally. sorry it took so long again! life doesn't always go as you hope or plan and sometimes you just don't have time for writting, even if it's what you love more then anything 3 hope all is well, have a beautiful day! xoxox-Brooklyn

no preview for next chapter, sorry :( buuuut i will tell you, yes, Draco is obliviated now. i really hated doing that but it needed to be done. :( okay bye! haha