An extra treat for you, my readers! Another update this weekend! I'm on a real creative streak right now, so I've been writing a lot :) I do have to right an essay tomorrow though :\ which sucks, but I should have another chapter for you before next weekend!

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Forgot the Disclaimer last time. Here it is: Harry Potter is not mine :(


A Dance

The next three months flew by as far as Hermione was concerned. She was surprised to see snow on the ground and even more surprised when Harry and Ron informed her that they'd already played two Quidditch games.

"You're joking, right? I thought this was your first one!"

"That's what you said about the last match, Hermione. Honestly, how someone could forget about Quidditch is beyond me." Ron said before shovelling scrambled eggs into his mouth.

Hermione scrunched up her nose at the sight. "Quidditch is not the most important thing in the world Ronald. Don't tell me the two of you have forgotten about NEWTs?"

Ron's ears turned pink and Harry refused to look her in the eye. "So you have, then? Well, I'm not letting you copy of my notes this year. I'm Head Girl, I need to put my foot down at some point and if you both really want to be Aurors I suggest you start studying. I'm tired of covering for you!"

Harry and Ron stared open mouthed at her. "What? You think I'm joking? Well, just watch then! I don't have time to worry about your marks; I have enough on my mind already. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a meeting with the Head Boy." She stood and swung her bag onto her back and angrily stalked off.

Ron sneered at her back. "Meeting with the 'Head Boy'? Since when has she spoken civilly with him?"

Harry shrugged. "She has been meeting him a lot lately. Maybe they have to for the sake of their sanity. She's right though, you know. We really should start thinking about studying..."

Ron snorted. "Shove off it, mate. She'll let us borrow her notes. She's just bluffing."

"I don't know. She sounded pretty upset."

"Fine, fine. But don't expect me to do much."

Harry laughed. "Fair enough."


"Sorry I'm late!" Hermione closed the door behind her and turned to smile at Draco.

"Better late than never I suppose." He replied walking over to her and placing a soft kiss on her cheek. "What kept you?"

Hermione rolled her eyes. "Harry and Ron were talking about Quidditch. Honestly, is that all boys care about?"

"Boys maybe, but not men."

Hermione smiled up at him and he leaned down to meet her lips. They stood there for a moment, wrapped in each other's arms and enjoying the kiss. Hermione pulled away. "This is getting so tiresome, Draco."

Draco frowned. "What is?"

"The secret meetings are. I just wish there was some way that we could make the others except us."

Draco stroked her cheek. "Hermione, these last two months have been so stressful; making sure no one sees, keeping up with homework and all that. I totally understand where you're coming from. But I just don't think the school is ready for us. Especially Potter and Weasley."

Hermione sighed. "Yes, I suppose you're right. But they never will be and I don't want people to find out the wrong way. I... I think I might be falling..."

Draco looked at her feet. "No, you're fine, Hermione."

Hermione blushed and looked away. "I think I might be falling in love with you, Draco."

Draco's eyes widened in surprise. "Are you serious?"

Tears began to form in Hermione's eyes. "Do you not love me, Draco?"

Draco turned her face to his. "There's something I feel that I've never felt before when I look at you. To be honest, I've always felt this strange pull towards you since the day I met you. I can't describe it; I have no idea what it is."

Hermione wiped her tears away. "Do you think you could ever love me? I don't know if I'm supposed to hate myself for the way I feel or not. I don't know if we're moving too fast. I thought there was only a physical attraction to you and then, I don't know what happened. We started talking and I learned who you really were, not who you're father wants you to be. I found myself liking you more and more and I found excuses to see you. I know it sounds silly but I.... I love you, Draco Malfoy."

Draco smiled down at her. "I never knew that's how you felt. And yes, I could love you. I enjoy your company and I look forward to every meeting we have. The truth is you're never late. I'm always here half an hour early, waiting for you. I've learned so much about you in these past three months; it's been a dream."

Hermione smiled weakly through her tears. Draco wrapped his arm around her and grabbed her other hand. "Will you dance with me?"

Hermione laughed. "What, to the sound of passing students?"

"It makes a wonderful beat pattern, don't you find?" He said as he slowly began swaying and dancing a simple waltz. Hermione giggled and followed. "Oh, so you can dance?"

"Of course I can. I took ballet for years when I was a child. I had to give it up to come to Hogwarts, but I loved it. I still dance on my own sometimes."

Draco leaned forwards and Hermione gracefully leaned back. "I would love to see you dance."

Hermione smiled up at him. "Give me music, and I'll show you."


That night at dinner, it was all Hermione could do to not stare at Draco. Not that he had any easier; he kept glancing at her and they kept locking eyes. Draco realized that Hermione was right, as usual. He wanted everyone to know. And yes, he did love her. How could he not? Had he really been so stupid as to say that he didn't? No, he hadn't said that he didn't, he just hadn't said that he did.

Before he knew it, he was standing in front of her, Potter and Weasley. "Hermione?"

She turned around and looked at him in surprised. "What is it?"

He pulled her up and kissed her in front of the entire school. "I love you. And I don't care who knows it."

A roaring silence filled the air. Every eye in the school was focused on them, every breath was held. It was like standing in a room filled with statues. Dumbledore broke the silence. He stood and applauded. Other teachers soon followed his example, save for Snape, who eyed Draco with a clenched jaw. Soon, the Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw tables joined in, followed by a select few students from both Gryffindor and Slytherin. Ron stood so quickly his plate went crashing to the floor. He said nothing to either of them, but stormed out of the hall, followed quickly by Harry.

"Well! I think that about signals the end of the evening. Pip, pip everyone! Off to bed!" Dumbledore called to the students. He motioned for Hermione and Draco to join him at the head table as the other students filled out, some giving them the thumbs up, others looking ready to commit murder. Hermione and Draco made their way up to the table.

"I want to congratulate you on being the biggest scandal I have ever seen in Hogwarts." Dumbledore said, smiling at them.

Hermione blushed. "I'm sorry Professor; I didn't know what Draco was going to do."

Draco looked at her. "Excuse me? Don't put the blame on me."

Dumbledore chuckled. "I just want you both to know that you may be dealing with some rather, ah, unfriendly remarks now. Please talk to me if they are serious."

They both nodded. "Yes, sir."

Dumbledore's eyes twinkled. "Very well, goodnight, both of you."



Hermione flinched. "I know that, Ron. But please, don't shout."

Harry put a hand on Ron's shoulder. "She's right mate. Yelling at her won't make it any better."

Ron's face turned purple and reminded Harry greatly of his Uncle Vernon. "DON'T TELL ME WHAT TO DO! EITHER OF YOU!"

"Ron! I'm sorry I never told you and I'm sorry you're so upset by this." Hermione said softly while staring at the floor.

Ron spat at her feet. "Whore."

Hermione looked up in shock as tears tumbled down her cheeks. Ron glared pure hatred at her before turning to walk up the stairs to his dormitory. Harry watched him as he walked away and sat down beside Hermione, who pushed him away.

"What Harry? You want to continue where he left off? I don't need this shit. Fuck you both, I'm done."

She ran out of the portrait hole without even thinking about where she was going. The look in Ron's eyes stayed with her and she cried harder. If this is what her happiness was then she didn't want it anymore. Because of the person she loved, because she loved him, her best friends hated her. Ron would never speak to her again, would never look at her again. A sob escaped her lips as she pushed the heavy front doors open. She didn't notice the cold; she didn't feel the snow on her bare feet as she continued to run. Even Harry couldn't say anything to her.

"WHY?!?!" She screamed as she fell to the ground beside the lake. Now sobbing uncontrollably, she felt the cold. She shivered as she realized she was wearing only her pyjamas. She curled up in a ball and felt the snow whirl around her. "Why? Why can't they accept us? Draco..." She continued to sob and slowly drifted towards sleep. She knew that she needed to go back to the castle to sleep. If she stayed out her, it would be too cold. She may not wake up in the morning. A morbid thought crossed her mind. 'Who cares if I don't wake up in the morning? I can't be happy with Draco anyway because of Ron.' As she fell asleep however, she felt strong arms pick her up and turned towards the warmth of their fur jacket.


When Hermione awoke the next day, she didn't know where she was. She was alive though, and inside; there was a fire crackling beside her. She opened her eyes and looked around.

"So yer finally up, Hermione." A deep, gentle voice said.

"Hagrid?" She asked, turning towards the large man, who sat at the table preparing two bucket sized mugs of tea.

"Yeah it was me who picked ya up outta the snow. What were ya doing out there in only yer pyjamas?"

Hermione blushed and looked away. "I had a fight with Ron last night and I had to get out... I didn't realize where I was." She gladly accepted the tea he offered her and took a slow sip. "I'm sorry if I worried you, Hagrid, I'm just so... I don't even know anymore."

"Is this because of Malfoy?"

Hermione nodded. "Ron called me... well, something not very nice, nor true."

Hagrid frowned. "What did he call you?"

"A whore."

Hagrid stood up quickly. "He didn't!"

Hermione nodded. "Please, Hagrid. I don't want to cause all this trouble. It's only because Draco and I are together." She began to cry. "This is all my fault. I told him I wanted people to know. I was tired of living in secret. I love him, Hagrid. But I don't want to lose my friends over this."

Hagrid sat back down. "Well then, Hermione. If you love him, then you'll get through it. I know ya. Yer a strong girl and Ron can be a right git sometimes."

Hermione smiled. "You're right Hagrid. Maybe I should get back. They might be worried."

Hagrid stood again. "Alrigh' but I'm carryin' ya. I don't want ya to freeze out there."

"Thanks Hagrid."


Draco didn't sleep that night. As soon as he got Harry's owl explaining what that Hermione had run off and no one could find her he spent the entire night searching the castle. When he saw Hagrid carrying her across the field his heart froze. What had happened? Was she okay? He ran towards them, terror written across his face.

"Hermione!" He sighed in relief when he found out she was okay and squeezed her tightly. He was sure he would never let go of her; never let anything hurt her again.


He looked down at her. "What is it?"

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry I made you worry. And I'm so glad you were looking for me."

"What happened Hermione? Why did you run away last night?"

I hope you like it! I kind of just wrote what I thought as I went... which is what I do everytime :P Oh, I just dyed a streak of my hair purple!!!! I would have done my entire hair, but I don't have enough dye, money or patience. So, just a streak is nice, kind of tucked away but still noticable.

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