Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.

Authors Note: Review, please! I love constructive criticism! Also, this is my first dialogue fic, so tell me if it's any good!

I'm ever so sorry, I seem to have omitted Hermione's confrontation with Draco about the fact she knew he had purposefully locked her in the cupboard with him and merely faked any attempts at an unlocking spell. You'll have to imagine they've already had that undoubtedly conversation, dear readers, as this is set three months after that particularly steamy cupboard session.

Hey, if I'm feeling generous, I may write it at the end as an extra ;)

Summary: Typically, Hermione and Draco are stuck in another cupboard. With no obvious approaching escape, an interesting conversation ensues.

Tremble - Part V

"Draco, what the hell was that?"

"What was what, my angel?"

"That! That annoyingly gorgeous dress that undoubtedly cost hundreds of galleons! It's pure silk, Draco!"

"I believe you just answered your own question, dear."

"Oh, I'm sorry. I meant; What the hell was it doing on my bed?"

"It sounds like gift. Perhaps a gift from a very wealthy and generous young gentleman who cares very much about you and would love to see what you look like in green?"

"This has got to stop, Draco."

"What has got to stop, my angel? You're being very cryptic."

"You! You have got to stop!"

"Stop what?"

"Stop driving me insane with ridiculously expensive presents that you leave for me to find at a time you're conveniently absent."

"Would you rather I gave them to you in person? I can do that, if you'd like."

"No! I want you to desist in spending such outrageous sums of money on me! It's completely senseless!"

"Are you saying that you don't like any of the things I've given you?"

"I didn't say that, I said -"

"So that necklace I left under your pillow, you didn't fancy that at all?"

"It's very beautiful, Draco, and I'm proud to wear it, but did it have to be encrusted with diamonds and emeralds?"

"And the music box that played the lullaby from your childhood that you told me about, you haven't been using it to help you sleep on nights where your insomnia kicks in?"

"It was very thoughtful, Draco, and admittedly very useful. However, it's not only handmade, it's decorated in rubies and gold!"

"And that signed first edition of Hogwarts: A History that I left for you to discover on your bedside table; you didn't appreciate it at all?"

"Draco, don't be silly. You know how much trouble Harry and Ron had trying to tear me away from it this morning. I love it. I love them all."

"So, you do in fact like the gifts I've given you?"

"That's what I just said, isn't it?"

"Hermione, why are you so adamant to dispute my love for you?"

"Pardon?"

"You don't seem to understand that the reason I'm giving you these isn't to bribe you about your feelings for me, but because I want to spoil you."

"But Draco, that's a ridiculous concept!"

"No it isn't! You deserve to be spoilt, angel. You deserve to have everything in the world that you want; and I want to be the one who can give it to you."

"Perhaps I don't want to be spoilt; did you consider that possibility?"

"In fact, I did. I then disregarded and overlooked it."

"AGH! You are infuriating!"

"No, I think you'll find that's you. I'm just rich, good looking, generous and deeply in love with you."

"..."

"Hermione, I'm begging you. Please believe that I am not trying to pressure you into telling me that you love me before you are ready."

"What are you doing, then?"

"It's called being honest, Angel."

"And you feel the need to say it so often because?"

"I want you to know that I'm happy to wait for you to decide on your own feelings. I'm letting you know that I'm not going to stop loving you while you take your time figuring things out. I'm making sure that you're secure in the knowledge that I won't be leaving you until you ask me to."

"..."

"Alright?"

"Why do you do it, Draco?"

"I believe I've literally just explained that."

"No, I mean; why do you keep loving me? It's been three months already, and I still haven't said those words back to you."

"It's sounds awfully like you're trying to convince me to stop, Hermione."

"No! No, all I wanted to know is; how are you so patient? How can you wait for so long?"

"Hermione, I waited five years for you to let me kiss you. I think I'm capable of waiting a while longer for you to make sense of your emotions."

"That reminds me, actually; why didn't you kiss me before you locked me in that cupboard with you?"

"My, we're simply brimming with questions today, aren't we?"

"Please resist making aggravating quips and just answer it."

"You seem to have opportunely forgotten your previous hatred for me, Angel."

"I never hated you that much, Draco."

"You're such an awful liar. I must've mentioned that to you before?"

"Once or twice."

"..."

"Alright, you caught me. We both know I wasn't your biggest fan."

"Finally, we agree on something today."

"Oh, be quiet, you infuriating ferret!"

"No! I have said nothing wrong, you maddening bookworm!"

"It'd be so much better if you just said nothing at all!"

"Why don't you just cast a silencio and be done with it, then?"

"Don't tempt me!"

"You might want to take the opportunity now, Granger, before I turn it around and cast it on you, instead!"

"What have I done?"

"You've done nothing but exasperate me with your never-ending enquiries since you found that dress on your bed!"

"Which, in fact, brings me nicely back round to what I wanted to talk to you about. I -"

"No, no, no. We are done with the questions, now."

"I don't think so, Malfoy. We're not even half way there, yet. Tell me -"

"Silencio!"

"..."

"I did warn you, Granger. Now you have no option but listen to me, for once."

"..."

"..."

"..."

"I am sick of this arguing, Hermione."

"..."

"I mean, I know we've always fought, but it's never been this bad."

"..."

"Sure, I admit that before the insults were a little more malicious."

"..."

"But at least we were always bickering over things we truly thought mattered."

"..."

"For example, when I told Weasley he and his family ought to die their hair to a less threatening shade. Honestly, I thought they were a fire hazard. I was only thinking about the safety of the school. But you still felt the need to throw that stupid hex at me. I couldn't my hair to turn back from that awful striped gold and red for four days. Eventually I went - in shame, mind - to see Snape and ask for assistance."

"..."

"Back then, we were fighting over things that were of actual significance to us. Not trivial little things like the fact I love to spoil you and you hate to admit that you love everything I give you."

"..."

"I hate that we keep clashing, Hermione."

"..."

"You know I love you. I can't even try denying that, after my little speech earlier. I care about you more than anything in my life. I'll do anything for you; I even wore freaking Gryffindor colourswith you in the freaking Gryffindor stand to support freaking Gryffindor at the last Gryffindor-vs-Ravenclaw Quidditch match!"

"..."

"I love you. You know it. I will never regret telling you those words, or tricking you into staying in that cupboard with me so that I could maybe gather the courage to finally kiss you and give you all the compliments you'd always wanted to receive."

"..."

"But I'm starting to wonder if this is right for you. On your side, I'm starting to think that maybe this is just all a big mistake, that we should've never happened. That -

*SMACK*

"OW! CHRIST, WOMAN! WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT FOR?"

"..."

"Oh, right..."

"Don't you dare say that! Don't you ever say that!"

"Say what? OW? That HURT!"

"Shut up, you big wimp!"

"What the hell did you punch me for?"

"If you ever tell me that we're a mistake again, I will hit you five times harder."

"You can't honestly tell me that you've not had second thoughts, Hermione. I've been seeing it in your eyes, recently. That flash of confliction as you try to figure out whether this, us, is right."

"For your information, I have never reconsidered my decision to be with you!"

"Oh, yeah?"

"Yes!"

"Then what was the variance in your eyes?"

"I was working out how to tell you that I love you!"

"..."

"This wasn't quite how I intended it, in all honesty, but you've thoroughly scuppered any plans I had, you dimwit."

"..."

"Speak, or I'll make sure you can't. It really is rather unpleasant not being able to have any chance to voice your opinion when someone else is just ranting on at you, trust me. I've recently experienced it."

"Do you mean it, Angel?"

"Oh, no. You will not calm me down by calling me that."

"Do you mean it?"

"Yes, you idiot! I love you! I don't just like you, I don't even hate you; I love you!"

"I'm so glad I waited. It was worth it."

"I'm sorry for taking so long, Draco, I - mphhh..."

"..."

"..."

"..."

"..."

"Can we stop fighting now?"

"I can guarantee you, Draco; the arguments will not be stopping anytime soon."

"I'm actually rather relieved, in fact. They do ensure the passion remains in our relationship."

"Ha!"

"I meant, can we stop this argument? It's silly."

"I agree completely. I've found something much more passionate."

"Oh, really? And what would tha- hummmph..."

"..."

"..."

"..."

"Yes. Definitely more passionate."