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Here's the next update! Took longer than I thought to get it up here, I've had it written since Wednesday but this was the first chance I got to post. It's been a very busy week this week with graduation today and everything. Well, enough about that.

Enjoy!

Hermione POV

"Where the hell have you been?" I'm greeted by Ron's loud voice when I enter the Gryffindor common room after leaving Draco's room. I'd been in great mood Draco and I had managed to finish the first half of our project before we raced back to his room and ripped our clothes off. Draco's left me with many more great memories to add to my collection on daydreams. We'd also decided to meet tomorrow to work on actually making the potion.

Needless to say, I'd been in my own happy little world until Ron's voice broke that bubble. "The library," I answer as I fully enter the common room and see only Ron and Harry sitting there like they'd been waiting for me. I check the time, it's barely midnight, no reason for them to look like they were about to send out a search party for me.

"We checked, you weren't there," Ron counters, he's flustered and it's pissing me off. What gives him the right to need to know where I am every second of the day? I have the feeling Ron's looking for a fight tonight, well bring it on. I'm sick and tired of him trying to control every little detail of my life.

"Clearly you didn't look hard enough," I roll my eyes. "Where's Ginny?" I ask, thinking that has to do with Ron's pissy mood.

"We haven't seen her since dinner," Harry answers calmly. "Are her and Blaise really together?" he asks and I can hear the hurt in his voice. It's no secret he likes Ginny.

"They better not be," Ron bursts, but we both ignore him.

"Yeah they are," I answer. It's better if Harry knows the truth. I know he won't overreact, now Ron on the other hand…

"You knew!?" Ron bursts, his face red in anger.

"Yes Ron, I knew," I turn to face him, keeping my voice calm. I was going to do my best to remain reasonable. If we could get through the whole Blaise and Ginny thing without much incident then maybe I would be able to ease them into my relationship with Draco.

"And you didn't stop her?" Ron bursts causing me to roll my eyes he was definitely overreacting.

"Why would I do that?" I ask putting my hands on my hips.

"Because he's Blaise Zabini!" Ron spits, like that explains everything.

"And?" I ask, giving him an are you kidding me look. Ron doesn't think rationally most times. He's got these stereotypes in his head and he can't seem to get passed them, hence why I'm worried about him finding out about the whole Draco thing…whatever it is.

"He's a Slytherin," Ron spits. "They're evil," he rants on. While Ron keeps arguing, Harry's just studying me almost as if he can read my feelings. It's a bit unsettling, I shake the feeling off and go back to trying to reason with Ron.

"Not all Slytherin's are evil," I sigh, it's like I'm trying to explain this to a little kid. "Blaise is a good guy," I say and it's the truth.

"Blaise is a good guy," Ron laughs, more like cackles. "That's like saying Malfoy is nice," Ron says, sarcasm drowning his words.

I shrug and answer, "Malfoy is nice," I know I'm just adding fuel to the firs, but I'm not going to let Ron insult Malfoy, not when I know what I know.

"You've got to be fucking kidding me!" Ron bursts, his eyes bugging out of his head.

"I'm not," I answer, feeling my temper rising. If Ron doesn't watch it I am going to go off on him. It's not like he doesn't deserve it though.

"You work on one project with him and suddenly you think Malfoy's a saint?" Ron bursts in disbelief. If I wasn't about to go off on him, I'd find this whole thing funny.

"I never said he was a saint. I said he was nice," I answer, somehow managing to keep my tone even.

"Malfoy is not nice," Ron protests. "Malfoy is and arse."

That's it, I'm not fighting it anymore. I don't give a shit if I blow our cover. I can't stand here and listen to Ron tell me what Draco is and what he isn't.

"He may be an arse, but he is nice," I snap. "Draco is more caring and passionate and knows how to treat a girl better than you will ever be," I'm fuming as I finish with my hands clenched at my sides.

"He is not," Ron protests like a little kid, not seeming to realize what I may or may not have mentioned.

"Ronald," I snap closing in on him. "I am so sick and tired of you trying to control what the bloody hell I think and do. If I want to think Draco and Blaise are good guys, I will. Maybe if you got off your high horse and took a chance to know them, you'd see that they have changed." Ron opens his mouth to protest, but I don't let him. "No, I'm not finished. Yes, Ginny is dating Blaise, if you have a problem with that keep it to yourself. She is old enough to decide who she wants to be with and if you don't like her choice tough shit. And when I decide to date someone, whether if be some Hufflepuff or Draco fucking Malfoy, you will either learn to deal with it or we will no longer be friends. Got it?" I end in a flourish. I've said all I needed to say, now the ball is in his court.

"But-," Ron starts to protest again.

"Got it?" I talk over him. I'm done taking his shit.

"Got it," he mutters as he storms out of the room. As soon as he's gone my anger drains and I can't believe that I'd almost admitted I was with Draco. Ron was too dense to realize it, but Harry wasn't. The way his green eyes were studying me told me he'd caught on.

I look at Harry and reluctantly ask, "What?"

"You're dating Malfoy, aren't you?" Harry asks, his expression saying he heard every word I'd said and hadn't said in my rant.

"Don't even start," I hold up my hands. Suddenly I'm exhausted and have no energy to get into this right now.

"I'm not going to overreact," Harry says. "But are you?"

I sigh and plop down onto the couch next to him. I chew on my lip as I try to decide how to respond. It doesn't seem like Harry's going to freak out. I might as well just tell him. "It's complicated," I sigh.

"Meaning?" Harry prompts as he nudges my shoulder with his.

"We don't really have a label," I admit as I sink farther into the couch.

"But you're together?" Harry asks curiously.

"Yes," I answer, smiling at the thought. I really can't wait to tell Draco that we're kind of public. I'm pretty sure that's what he wants.

"Okay," Harry nods next to me, processing the information.

"Okay? That's all?" I ask, expecting something more.

Harry shrugs next to me. "What else do you want me to say?" he asks. "I'm not exactly thrilled about the idea of you and Malfoy together, but I'm not going to try to talk you out of it. You're a big girl and I'm not going to stop you," Harry says.

"Thank you," I smile up at him, surprised by how well he's taking all of this.

"No problem," Harry shrugs it off.

"Let's not tell Ron about this," I say as I look over at Harry.

"That's probably for the best," Harry laughs and we fall into a comfortable silence. I'm exhausted but I don't have the motivation to get up and head to my rom so I just sit here with Harry.

Today's been quite the interesting day and I couldn't be happier. Harry knows about Draco and I and he's not overreacting. Now I just have to get Ron to come around…eventually. Soon I'll be able to have Draco's lips on mine without worrying about who's around or watching.

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