Summary: For Harry Potter and the gang, it's their final year at Hogwarts. Hermione is head girl, and Draco is head boy. Although they still hate each other with a passion, after a few encounters between the two, it's getting harder to resist what they really want.

A/N: This is my first Harry Potter story, so PLEASE be gentle with the feedback, but give it, nonetheless.

Disclaimer: I own nothing! Not even the storyline, because I'm sure it's been done many times.

Note: The song is called "I'm the Only One" by Melissa Ethridge.

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When Hermione got home, she washed off all her makeup, put her hair up in a ponytail, put her pajamas on and locked herself in her room. She sat on her bed thinking about what had happened at the bar and came to one conclusion; she was totally in love with Draco Malfoy and there was no turning back now. The only problem was that she didn't know what to do next. She wanted so badly to run to him and never let go, but she also wanted to stay as far away from him as possible.

About twenty minutes after she got back, she heard Draco come back. He went straight to his room and practically slammed the door behind him. She had definitely gotten to him, now all she had to do was find out if that was good, or bad. After spending five minutes gathering her courage, she left her room and went to his. She hesitated before finally knocking on his door. After what seemed like an eternity, Draco finally opened the door and Hermione walked right passed him and started pacing back and fourth.

"I know this is wrong and you know this is wrong, but that doesn't hide the fact that we both want each other; and if you deny it, I'll break every bone in your body." Hermione waited for him to respond, but he just looked at her like he was waiting for her to continue.

"What do we do? I mean, this is really freaking me out. I've never felt this way about anyone before and it's scaring the shit out of me, especially since YOU'RE the one who's making me feel like this. We are so wrong for each other it's not even funny."

"Are you done yet?" Draco asked, with a slight smirk on his face.

"Yes."

"Good. There is only one question; how do you feel about me? You already know how I feel, now how do YOU feel?"

"You know how I feel."

"Tell me again."

"I love you. It's that simple."

"There's your answer."

"What answer?"

"You want to know what we should do, that's your answer."

Draco walked over to Hermione and took her hand.

She looked at their interlocking hands, then at him, "Do you know how much trouble this could get us into?"

"Oh yea."

"Harry and Ron will have me committed, your friends won't talk to you anymore, and your father will probably disown you."

Draco scoffed, "To say the least."

"But you want to do this?"

"After all the shit that we've put each other through? It would be wrong not to."

Hermione caressed Draco's cheek and gave him a genuine smile, "It's impossible to say no to you when you look at me with those silvery blue eyes."

Draco grinned, "Yea, I know."

Hermione leaned forward and, for the first time, kissed him with her whole heart and soul.

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The End!

Really, really short, I know, but I think it's a good ending...I hope.

*I left it open for a sequel. I might write one, but maybe not; I haven't decided yet. Thanks for reading my story!*