A/N: So apparently I ended my last chapter with a cliff-hanger ... LOL, that's the first time I ever did that and got such an awesome and angry response! So, sorry for that! Hope you like this one! It's extremely short, but I guess you'll find out why.


Hermione's POV

It was getting colder now, almost nearing midnight. I could feel Draco's eyes on me, waiting for an answer. What to say? I had to act nonchalant. I had to. Just like how I was acting the whole time he was here. What if he took advantage of the fact that I liked him? That the Draco Malfoy I knew was just a facade - to make me fall for him and then mock me in front of his Slytherin friends?

But I knew he wasn't like that - deep down, I knew he had changed. I was in love with him, that much I knew. Each breath I breathed was for him - and maybe that sounded too clich├ęd, maybe. But in the broader scheme of things, love conquers all.

So if he had indeed changed, what was holding me back? Pride? The conflict between Ron and Draco? Would I choose one of my best friends over Draco? Could I?

And then the answer came. I could. I could choose. But I wouldn't. I didn't need others to tell me how to feel, how to act. I am Hermione Granger, for crying out loud!

I turned my gaze back to Draco, and I found myself to be quite alarmed at his twisted features. Did he really care that much about me?

I took a step even closer to him, and heard his breath catch. Good, I wasn't alone in this. Before I could say anything, he said in a voice my heart had memorized, "Look, Hermione," the way in which he lovingly said my name sent a thrill through my body, "I'd be happy if we could just be friends. It is perfectly okay if you don't, you know, like me. Just, friendship -"

I cut him off, "No."

His eyes widened. "No?" he repeated.

I shook my head. "No, I don't want your friendship."

His hand made his way through his perfect hair once more, and he said quietly, "I apologize. I didn't realize you felt that way."

I stepped forward so that we were but an inch apart. "I don't want your friendship," I whispered softly, looking directly into his silver orbs, "because I want something more than mere companionship with you."

He drew in his breath and it sounded ragged. His raised his hand slowly to hold mine, his thumb drawing tiny shapes. His eyes burned into mine and he asked, "Does this mean you like me?"

I hesitated. Should I tell him the truth? My heart sang the answer in a sweet melody. Who said that the man was supposed to make the first move? With the hand he wasn't holding, I reached up to gently stroke his hair. He closed his eyes at the contact. His hair was just as I expected: soft.

"No, Draco, I don't like you." He opened his eyes slowly, confused. I carried on, "I'm in love with you." His eyes widened to bright silver orbs. I rushed on, "But you don't have to say anything just yet. I just thought I'd get it out in the open, in case you were wondering -"

His lips were just as I remembered. They came crashing down upon mine, and I felt as if I was on fire despite the cold breeze. He wrapped his arms around me in a tight embrace and both my hands got tangled in his hair. His lips were warm against mine, and I felt as if no time had elapsed since our last kiss. I felt his one hand run slowly up my spine, emanating shocks to course through my whole body, and came to rest at the nape of my neck, his fingers drawing patterns there.

I sighed against his lips, and he took the opportunity to slip his tongue into my mouth. For a while we let our lips and tongues do the talking, and when I desperately needed air, I pulled away from him.

The rush of cold air that greeted my lips wasn't very pleasant. I leaned my head against his warm chest, and the action felt so right. His arms enveloped me, his chin resting gently on my head.

"Hermione?" he asked after a while. I loved the sound of his voice.

I felt as though I could stand there for hours without feeling uncomfortable. "Hm?" I answered.

"I'm in with love you, too. So very much in love." His words meant so much to me, warming me, and I closed my eyes in the comfort of them.

I raised my head to look up at him. His eyes confirmed the truth in his words, and I reached up to plant a kiss on his lips. "I know," I whispered, and together we walked back to the castle, hand in hand, the sounds of life and meaning surrounding us.

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A/N: So there you go! War of Words is finally over. I really hope you enjoyed reading it. I thoroughly enjoyed writing it and reading all your reviews! I told you that when you see "THE END" you'll know it's finally over. Sorry it was so short ... please review?

I'd like to thank all those who reviewed, and messaged me :D I appreciate your support.