Hermione had returned to her room after getting Snape to Draco. She had so many questions, she felt as if the past few hours of her life were all some sort of warped alternate reality. Nothing that happened tonight made sense. Absolutely nothing, she had just had sex for the first time, with none other than her childhood nemesis. Even with everything that had just happened between them somehow her mind wouldn't wrap itself around the fact that she had very strong feelings for Draco. She had opened up to him, more so than she ever had with anyone else, more than her parents or Ron and Harry, not even Ginny. She didn't want to admit it but of every emotion she was feeling right now, mostly she was just scared.

She may be the brightest witch of her age, but that didn't mean she knew anything about the male mind. She had no idea how Draco was feeling about their unexpected romance, if you could call it that. Her thoughts revolved around trying to piece together a logical explanation as to why anything that happened tonight happened. But of course she came up empty handed because nothing about her and Draco was logical, it never was with him.

Everything about tonight was just so foreign to her. There were so many unanswered questions. What were they now? Were they anything at all? Did he want them to be? Did she? How would they tell people? Would they tell people? How would they react? Would his parents kill her? Would her friends kill him?

Well maybe we just won't tell people. She thought.

Her head was spinning; she had no idea if there was even anything to work out the way they left things. She hadn't had a chance to talk to him about any of these things.

Seeing Draco in that pain forced all of these thoughts out of her mind at that time, she just wanted to help him. She realized that she definitely cared about him a great deal when she saw him lying there writhing, his beautiful face scrunched up. She was worried about him so much that she let it override her curiosity about why he acted so strange when she tried to help him.

Why did he have her go get Snape, and not the school's healer? It just didn't make any sense.

She found herself suddenly filled with a different kind of worry. She thought she could trust Draco now, after everything he revealed to her about his childhood. She thought that she knew him somehow better than perhaps anyone else in this world. But what if she was wrong? He certainly acted very weird when everything was over. What if he's up to something?

No. He can't be. He wouldn't have gone through all of the trouble he went through. It would have been easy for him to walk away tonight…he tried. Why had he tried?

There were just too many questions she had no answers to, she would have to talk to Draco, and after all she had made him promise anyway.

She was lying in bed her eyes focused on the ceiling above her; she had never felt so unsure of herself. If she was an outsider looking in on this situation she would surely slap herself across the face. But experiencing it first hand was indescribable; he was so different than anything she ever knew. She thought she knew him but she had no idea, she still had no idea. That was the problem, she was sure her preconceived ideas of him were wrong, but she didn't know what to make of him now.

This night was great, the way she felt in his embrace, the way he made her feel with simple touches were amazing, but how would the harsh reality of the next morning affect them both? She had no idea.

Being in that room alone with him everything felt perfect, but reality came crashing down around her the moment she saw him in pain. It was the pinch during a dream that awoke her to real life. He wouldn't let her help him; she had to lie to get him help. That made her realize that were they to be a real couple there would be so many obstacles, no one would accept them. Did that matter to him? She didn't know if it would. She didn't even know if it mattered to her. She needed to talk to him; she needed to know how he felt about all of this.

Times were so bad. There was about to be a war, more than likely they would fight on opposite sides, but could she ever hold her wand against him after tonight, could he? Could she be with someone who was fighting with such horrible people? Even if it was against his wishes, she decided she couldn't be with someone who would fight against her best friends, her family, and her kind. It just wouldn't work.

A wave a realization washed over her at that moment. He would never go against his family, how could he? He's wanted to for so long, but he can't. They would never be anything more than what they were tonight. The circumstances surrounding them were just too great.

She felt so foolish for not thinking this through in the first place. How could she have been so stupid?

It was simple really, but she couldn't see it clearly when he was around. She loved how he made her feel, even if it meant she had to be a little unsure of herself at times. She felt good with him. She felt her eyes begin to well up. She cared about him, she loved being with him. She … loved him. But she couldn't shake her feelings of unease that filled her head now. They were just too different. They were Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy. As different as fire and ice.

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