Angel: Come on people, admit it, you sooo missed me. :winks: Just kidding. But I know you did miss my long chappies, although I have to say, I suppose Temptress's previous chappie made up for her absence. Okay, now on with the next chappie by yours truly! (If you thought the last chapter was a nose bleed, get more tissues, cause this one's gonna blow you away!) Enjoy, my faithful readers! .

Disclaimer: Hah! Like I'd be lucky enough to own the hotties known as Draco and Harry. In fact, I don't have the luck to own ANY of the HP characters…. :sighs: Sadly, it's true, I own nothing but my imagination and half of this fic….

Chapter 6: A Long Day And More Frustration

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"H-Ha-Harry?" She stuttered in a none too intelligent way, not really noticing that she had nearly jumped out of bed at the sight of him and at the thought of him in her room no less! I must have forgotten to lock the door yesterday!

He merely continued looking at her, his elbow leaning ever so casually against her door. "Just thought I'd come by to see how you were. You had pleasant dreams last night I'm hoping," he said, a slight quirk on the corner of his mouth, as he saw her face turn to new levels of red that he had never seen before.

"I-it-I slept well, thank you for asking," She replied somewhat slowly.

"Mione, are you stuttering? Well, that's a first!" He said as he laughed out loud, his lithe form shaking from the laughs.

It was then that Hermione Granger realized that she had never found pajamas sexy until now. But then again, they weren't just plain old pajamas, oh no, they were pajamas worn by Harry Potter, and if you were The Harry Potter, ANYTHING looked sexy on you. Now imagine him with nothing on but a- Ahhh, no! Bad Hermione Bad!

"Hermione! Earth to Hermione!"

The Head Girl snapped out of her own conflicted mind as she looked at the raven-haired Head Boy.

"Um, yes," She replied, acting as if she had been paying attention to what he said.

"So, what do you think of it?" He asked her.

"Right…I-Oh, seriously Harry, if you're here to embarrass me because I'm not too "smart" at this hour in the morning, then go away!" The grumpy witch informed him finally, feeling embarrassed and frustrated at being some source of amusement for him and for not being her usual smart, quick-witted self that she always was in class.

She stood there, hands on her hips, expecting for him to laugh again, but it never came. Instead, his face had turned into a serious and intense expression, as he got out of his comfortable leaning position earlier, and began walking towards her slowly.

"It may be early in the morning, but surely you don't think I woke up early and took the trouble of coming here into your room just so I could ridicule or "embarrass" you as you so bluntly put it," he said calmly, as he took two steps towards her.

"I-I-I don't understand," she said, confusion in her voice. She tried to walk towards, do anything, but in a blink of an eye, he was already there in front of her, his heat and body way too close and in her personal space for it to be a normal "just friends" kind of thing.

He gave a soft laugh, his warm breath caressing her face. "Honestly, if anyone saw you now, they would never think for one second that you are the smartest witch of our time."

Hey, take that back! Only, the angry words and thought never escaped her mind much less from her lips. Before she could even frown at the insult, she stopped thinking, stopped doing anything when she felt a warm, calloused finger reaching up and gently touching her cheek. Oh my.

"Hermione"

"Yes?" She asked somewhat breathlessly, having trouble forming thoughts with the way his finger was torturing the hot skin of her cheek, much less form words and speaking them aloud.

"Didn't yesterday show you anything about how I feel about you?" He whispered softly, capturing her brown orbs in his own emerald ones.

When she didn't reply, he continued, "Yesterday, on the train, in the Heads compartment…" he stopped right there, letting the words sink into her.

He had no idea however, how deeply it sunk into her. It was like she got struck by lightening the instant he spoke those words, yesterday's event flashing before her eyes, showing her every event and detail, from her arrival at the platform to her snogging Harry in his lap. This was more then she could handle, having never had any experience as intense and lustful as this, not even when she went through that time dating Viktor.

There was a slight frown on his handsome face now as Harry mistook her silence for hesitation. "What I'm trying to say is well-" but he never got to finish his sentence.

Hermione couldn't take this. She couldn't take his rambling either, so she did the only thing that came to her mind. Catching him off guard, she quickly stood on tippy toes and crushed her lips against his, feeling him stiffen at the sudden attack…a very pleasant one at that. His senses seemed to come back real soon to him though, for within 30 seconds, their kiss had gone from one-sided to two lips devouring each other in a fury of passion and desire.

She didn't know if she could take this, the heat consuming them was unbearable. She felt like she couldn't get enough of him, grabbing a hold of his neck and holding onto him.

He had expected anger or perhaps confusion when he entered her room this morning when he planned to tell her how he felt about her, but never this, not that it was a bad thing. In fact, it was the best thing that could happen to him. Her lips were so soft and sweet against his, bringing his desire and senses to overload. He grabbed her waist with one arm, crushing her body against his, breasts pressed tight against his chest, while the other hand wondered idly to the back of her head as his fingers entwined with soft, brown curls, leaning her back for more, deepening the kiss.

If desire could burn, ashes would have surrounded Harry and Hermione now, for Hermione's whole room was aflame with their desire for each other.

"Harry," She moaned aloud, not knowing what she was asking for, but she knew that this kiss and the close contact of their bodies alone were not enough to satisfy her.

As if understanding what she was asking for, air was knocked out of Hermione for a split second, and the next thing she knew, she had been pushed up against a wall. Their kiss finally ended there, each one panting for air as they became locked into a staring contest.

Just like that however, he tore his gaze away from her. A low moan escaped her as she felt a pair of warm, moist lips make contact with her neck, and she leaned back against the wall, giving him more access to the skin there.

He kissed and nipped at her neck, sometimes so roughly that it almost stung, but in a most pleasant way. She clutched onto his shoulders tight as he sucked on her pulse, feeling lightheaded and other intense sensations that he had awakened within her.

He gave a loud moan as she accidentally moved a bit, her sacred spot touching his most dangerous zone at the moment. Encouraged by his moan, she did it again and again, letting out a small yelp when an arm swiftly picked up her left leg and wrapping it around his waist, touching him there again, and this time they both moaned aloud at the very intimate contact. Catching on, Hermione took her other leg and wrapped it around his waist as well, his arms cupping her bottom and pushing her effortlessly against the wall.

"Harry," the flustered Head Girl moaned aloud, as he slammed her into the wall, their hips grinding into each other, the friction causing pure agony and ecstasy for the both of them.

She couldn't think now, only feel. The only thing she could do was hold onto him and thrust back. Her greed for his touch increased by the second. He slammed against her again causing the wall to shake with his rough movement, sending little bolts of pleasure into her, each grind and feel taking air out of her, not that she cared at the moment. Her pleasure was to the point of pain now as she felt a knot in her stomach, as if needing some sort of release, and she noticed at the same time that their grinds were becoming faster, harder, and more desperate. Every push seemed to drive the Gryffindor Head Girl into the wall, possibly leaving bruises on her back, but she didn't seem to notice. In fact, she didn't even feel it, she only felt the need to deepen their contact with each other, and if it weren't for the clothes they had on right now, they would've been shagging.

"Merlin, Harry…" She moaned wantonly into his ear, taking one hand to go under his shirt and flicking one of his nipples, causing a husky "Bloody hell' to come from his red, swollen lips.

She was so close, she didn't exactly know close to what, but she was almost there, the tension in her nether regions tightening into a knot. Just one more push, one more touch. She somehow sensed that he was near the peak too.

Just one more touch…

BEEP BEEP! BEEP BEEP!

"No!" shouted the witch as she sat up in bed and took her anger out on the snooze button, hitting it with a "Wham."

"I was so close!" She yelled aloud, then gasped and blushed at what she had just said, bringing her hand to her mouth out of shame. She looked around with panic as if afraid that someone had heard.

Okay, I'm in my room. This is not another dream is it? Ouch! Okay, that pinch was definitely real, a bit too real actually.

A sigh escaped the seventeen-yr.-old brunette as she tiredly turned her head towards the quiet alarm clock. The time 6:30 shone brightly in red, glowing digits on her clock.

That had been so weird. Never before had Hermione Granger experienced a dream within another dream. Now, everything had looked as it was before, then suddenly remembering something, the teen jumped out of bed and ran for her door. When she turned the knob to see that it was locked, she gave out another sigh of relief. Okay, this time was definitely no dream, mainly because the pinch had been too painful to be in a dream, her bedroom door had been locked, but most importantly, there was no Harry Potter in her bedroom. She went back to her bed again, and sat down holding a pillow tight to her chest.

This was so wrong on so many levels. First off, she was the Head Girl and Hermione Granger for Merlin's sake, and those two reasons alone were enough to show why she should not be lusting after her best friend. On the other hand, Harry hadn't been "just a friend" during their rather intimate moment in the Heads compartment yesterday. No, this was wrong, just wrong. She was Head Girl and therefore would not and could not do it.

At the moment, said Head Girl was VERY frustrated…sexually frustrated that is.

Since when do I think about things like these?

Since you've noticed how much he's grown of course.

No, not with the voices again!

She knew she was hallucinating. Or was she? Though she had always be in denial about it, she had definitely not been blind to the way Harry had filled out throughout the years, the way his handsome face still remained the same, but the gangly, skinny, awkward boy that she once knew had grown into a young man with a lithe body, strong muscles hidden underneath the frame due to Quidditch no doubt, oh and those hands…those rough, calloused, torturing hands, oh what he could do with the-

No! Get your mind out of the gutter Hermione! She scolded herself, shaking her head as if to shake away such a naughty and tempting thought as that.

She gave a moan of frustration, squishing her face into her pillow and letting out a frustrated yell. She then laid back down on her bed and looked at the ceiling. She had never been more confused and frustrated in her life. She was feeling so many things, not knowing which ones were real and which ones were caused by the dream. She cared for him, this she knew. The moment the "Golden Trio" had been formed, she cared deeply for Harry and Ron, not knowing what to do if anything ever happened to them. However…she discovered in 5th year that her feelings for Harry were beginning to differ greatly from how she felt for Ron. Thinking that it was just a result from too many classes and tests, Hermione quickly shoved the thought away deep inside her head. It worked greatly. In fact, Hermione never thought about it again…until yesterday.

"Curse it!" She yelled aloud, grabbing one of her many pillows and through it roughly against the door, the pillow making a soft "thud" and falling against the door.

Breakfast wasn't even served yet, not for another hour at least, but Hermione had always been, well, Hermione, getting up earlier then needed, so that she could do all the morning necessities without needing to rush, and then if she had extra time, maybe read ahead or start assignments early.

Not today. She thought miserably, too tired and confused to focus on anything. Maybe just for today, she would sleep for another half an hour extra. She would still have plenty of time to do everything else later.

I'll worry about it later.

Rolling to the center of her bed, she started feeling drowsy again, when a sudden thought came to her head and she gave a gasp.

How am I EVER going to face Harry later! And with that thought in mind, the smartest witch of her time gave another groan into her pillow, and soon after, let sleep claim her.

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"Ahh…that was refreshing," Hermione exclaimed aloud, as she swung the door wide open, hot steam coming out of the bathroom. She then began changing into her typical Hogwarts uniform. Then with a finish, she put on her school robes and proudly pinned the Head Girl Badge onto her robe.

After about ten more minutes of dressing and brushing her hair, the Head girl began putting her schedule, schoolbooks, parchments, and quills into her school bag.

There, all done! She thought, feeling rather cheerful this morning. She had woken up refreshed and relaxed. The shinning sunrays shone through her window, showing that it was a beautiful day. She was ready for her first day.

Having everything that she needed, she walked to the door, unlocking and opening it, about to walk out when she tripped rather hard, her schoolbag falling off her shoulders during the fall and now her books laid in a midst of chaos in front of her door. She winced as she felt a pain on her left knee. That was the last straw for her cheerfulness. So much for a happy start. So she did what anybody would do if they had fallen four times before classes even started, she lost her temper.

Damn it! I haven't even started classes yet and I've already fallen four times already! She thought crossly, using her hands to support her while she stood up.

But then again, falling and standing up was too common, so of course it was only more interesting when the grumpy witch lifted her head up to meet with amused, green eyes.

No…this cannot be happening…AGAIN! Hermione groaned inwardly.

"Need some help there?" came a deep voice that she knew all too well.

"No! I mean, that's okay," she replied nervously, getting herself off the floor at once and immediately began to collect her spilled belongings, quickly pushing them into the bag, the whole time keeping her eyes on her things and the floor, not ready to make eye contact yet.

"Well, let's get going shall we, wouldn't want to be late for breakfast huh? Of course Ron's probably already there," she babbled after picking up her things and walking rather briskly towards the portrait hole, laughing nervously at her own joke.

"Is something wrong Hermione?" He asked her in a concerned voice.

Say my name again…NO! Ahhh, got to stop, okay, just keep on walking and don't look at him! "No…everything's fine! Better hurry Harry, I'll see you in the Great Hall!" She said, and with that, stepped through the hole and disappeared out of sight, not giving Harry a chance to even speak yet.

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"Ey Urm-o-ne!" He greeted to her, mouth full of food as usual, when she came and took a seat across from him and Lavender.

"Hello Ron. Hello Lavender," the flushed Head Girl greeted the couple, as she put her bag on the seat next to her and sat down.

"Good Morning Hermione," Lavender greeted back cheerfully, then turned her head to look at Ron and rolled her eyes, turning back to read her magazine.

"Honestly Ron, it would be nice if you talk next time without a mouthful of food in your mouth and some flying out as you speak might I add," the brunette informed her best friend, disgust on her face as she watch him wolf down his breakfast.

"Orry Mione," He told her in a mouthful, specks of yellow eggs flying out, as he continued shoving forkfuls into his mouth, "but ave to urry. Idditch practice thiz morning."

"Darling, I don't think she understood you," the pretty witch informed her boyfriend.

Hermione only looked at him sternly, wondering how he could consume so much food at once without choking.

After a big swallow and taking a big gulp of pumpkin juice, the new Gryffindor Quidditch Captain continued, " Speaking of Quidditch, where is Harry? He'd better hurry and get here. He'd better not be late either," He said, before taking a big bite out of a cream pastry.

Both girls only rolled their eyes and looked away.

"Hermione, what's wrong?" the other witch suddenly asked, having been so absorbed in her Teen Witch Magazine, that she had only begun to notice that the Head Girl was brutally stabbing her sausage with a fork, while staring at it with little interest, her mind drifting somewhere else.

"Hmm?" Hermione asked, snapping out of her thoughts when she heard the other girl's voice.

"Is something wrong? Your mind seems to be off somewhere today, considering how you've been stabbing at the same sausage in the same spot for the last ten minutes now," she said, putting down her magazine.

"I'm-I'm fine. I guess I'm just not hungry," Hermione said lamely, but it wasn't like it was a total lie. She really wasn't hungry. She just didn't tell her WHY she wasn't hungry or rather, WHOM she was hungry for… Ahh! Bad Bad Bad! Stop thinking about HIM! "S-So, have you guys looked at your schedule yet?" She asked both Ron and Lavender, changing the subject.

"E-"

"Divinations first for me!" Lavender replied cheerfully, cutting off her boyfriend.

Hermione gave an inner cringe at the mention of the subject and put on a forced smile. "Um, that's nice," she replied out of politeness.

She gave a small jump when the witch across from her gave a small shriek-like laugh.

"Oh please, Hermione! I so know that you hate the class, although I couldn't imagine why," Hermione rolling her eyes when she heard that, " So what about you? What's your first class?"

"Arithmancy with Professor Vector," Hermione said excitedly, not able to hide her love for the subject.

"Eww, now why would you want to take something boring like that?" Lavender asked.

"For your information Lavender, it happens to be-"

"Good Morning Harry!" Lavender said, having forgotten all about their little argument, causing Hermione to be annoyed for being ignored.

"Mornin' mate," Ron greeted the Head Boy before taking another big bite out of his pastry, white crème oozing out as he bit into it.

"Good Morning Ron. Good Morning Lavender. Good Morning Hermione," the Head Boy greeted the trio.

"Morning," Hermione replied somewhat timidly, though a million thoughts were running through her head.

What! Why is he acting so normal, as if nothing happened between us! Okay, breathe…in and out. Okay…normal, act normal.

Rather than talk this time, she listened to the cheerful morning chatter exchanged between the other three, well two since no one really understood fully what Ron was saying through his food, while poking at her own food. After ten minutes of eating and talking, the Quidditch Captain dragged Harry out of the Great Hall, muttering something about not having enough time to practice before classes started, and Harry gave the two girls a quick farewell.

"Oh! Divinations starts in fifteen minutes! I want to get there early so that I can get a good seat near Professor Trelawney," she spoke, as she got up and picked up her book bag.

"Oh, that reminds me, I have to get going too. I mean, Arithmancy doesn't start for another twenty minutes, but I've got a long way to go," Hermione exclaimed, as she too began picking up her stuff.

"Well, since our classes are in the same way, why don't we talk and have a chitchat?" Lavender said, already going to the other side of the table and dragging the other witch towards the exit of the Great Hall.

"So…tell me," She began the moment they got out of the Great Hall.

"Tell what?" Hermione said, as she tried to get away from the girl's grip, but to no avail.

"Puh-lease," the other girl said loudly, scaring a few second years that were walking by, " Don't act all innocent on me. Besides, I know there's SOMETHING going on between you and Harry."

"Idon'tknowwhatyou'retalkingabout! That's absurd!" The Gryffindor Head Girl said in a big rush, causing a Cheshire-like grin to appear on the other witch's face.

"I knew it! Oh, I knew it! You have a CRUSH on Harry!"

"Shhh!" Hermione said, as she quickly clamped a hand over her friend's mouth.

"Not so loud" She whispered fiercely, as she looked around the hall and noticed that several students were looking at who had caused such a commotion.

"Besides, I-I don't even know myself. I mean, it's really all confusing. I supposed I do like him, but maybe that's just, well, I don't know," and she began babbling nonsense, on and on.

"Hermione! Hermione!"

"What?"

"You're not making any sense at all. It's really a simple question you know, do you like him, or don't you?"

"I-I don't know…" She replied truthfully, "I really don't know." Lavender rolled her eyes and gave a small laugh. "Well, my classroom's right around there. You know, I really think you should get your feelings straight or you won't be able to concentrate on anything else. Love can do that to you, you know."

"Lavender…" She said, shocked that for once, the girl that she had known for seven years, was speaking words of wisdom, and not just about make-up or boys.

"Or hormones, one of the two," she said, giving a shrug.

"Lavender!" The Head Girl said, blushing a bright red at the mention of hormones.

"Okay, whatever. Look, just try to loosen up. It is your last year you know. Besides, if you do, who knows, you might even end up with a boyfriend this year," She said playfully and gave her a wink before she turned around the corner and disappeared out of sight.

Hermione shook her head and gave a small smile at her friend's words as she continued walking ahead.

As she waited on a set of moving stairs, she looked at her watch to see how much time she had left.

Oh Merlin! I have twenty minutes left and I've still got one more hallway to go!

She ran blindly, clutching tightly to the strap of her book bag, turning left and right and left and right. She was almost there when-

"Oooff!"

Her books once again went flying out of her bag and spilling onto the floor, as she fell on top of the innocent student that had been in her way.

"Oh, I'm so terribly sorry!" Hermione began apologizing furiously, ashamed that she, the Head Girl and role model had acted so clumsily like that in front of another fellow student.

She was about to get off of the student when she heard a voice from underneath her.

"Well, aren't you excited to see me?"

"I beg you pardon!" Hermione said furious at the remark, looking down at the student, only it wasn't just any student. It was a teen wearing green Slytherin robes.

It was none other than Draco Malfoy.

Immediately, she pushed on his chest to get off, but before she could even do that, he had swiftly grabbed her two wrists in one of his strong arms and pushed her aside, pinning her to the hall floor.

Damn it! What's with Quidditch players and their speed! She thought, most annoyed at their fast reflexes, reminding her of the encounters that she had shared with Harry and the boy…man.. that was currently on top of her. She quickly pushed the thought away when the word, "Arithmancy" popped into her head.

"Get off," She told the Slytherin in a deadly calm voice, though she was shaking with anger.

"Hmm, I don't know Granger. You see, I do think we're in a very compromising position right now, don't you agree? I guess the answer to your request then would be…no," He told her simply, the trademark smirk on his deceptively angelic face.

"Bugger off!" The brown-haired witch yelled angrily as she tried vainly to free her hands from under him, no longer able to control her anger, and still remembering the fact that she had what was now only fifteen precious minutes left until class started.

"My, what a dirty little mouth you have there, my Mudblood," he told her, laughing aloud.

Did he just say," MY Mudblood?" Oh, what the bloody hell is going on? The world is coming to an end. Eekk! What is that pressed against me! Oh Merlin! Why me?

It was then that she was fully aware that his whole body was crushed tightly on top of hers. She also seemed to notice a certain part of him that was Definitely "excited" to see her.

"Shut up and get off of me, Malfoy!" She yelled, using all her might to get out from under him, but her arms were trapped between his body and hers, so instead, she arched up hoping that that would somehow throw him off.

She froze instantly when she heard a small moan escape his lips.

"Malfoy?" She asked uncertainly, aware of how intimate they were pressed against each other and his arousal pressing into her.

"Mmm."

Silently, before she could comprehend it, he had moved his face into the crook of her neck, his warm breaths searing her skin.

This is wrong. Merlin, this is soo wrong! We're in the middle of a hallway for Merlin's sake!

She began feeling very nervous and her breaths came in short, hard ones.

IS HE NUZZLING MY NECK! She thought, her heart beating wildly when she felt his nose press into her neck.

"Malfoy, I-"

"Miss Granger, I would stop moving if I were you," he warned her in a low, husky voice, "That is unless…you're trying to encourage me," he said in an amused voice, and although she couldn't see it, she was for certain that there was a smirk on his face.

She did however heed his warning, and stopped moving at once, trying to calm her breathing.

"Mal-Malfoy, we…we hate each other remember? I'm a worthless Mudblood that you don't want to touch. We're enemies," The Head Girl told the blond-haired wizard, hoping with all her heart that that would bring him back to his senses and he would get off of her.

Yelling and arguing, she could deal with. Insults and sneers, she could deal with. Hell, she could even take on some physical pain. But not this…never this, certainly not in this situation.

Hermione Granger had found a new problem that she could neither solve nor deal with.

She was afraid…very afraid.

"Please," She begged him now, tears of uncertainty threatening to fall from her brown orbs, thoughts of classes and time completely removed from her mind, only fear and something else…

"Let me go," She told him now in a mere whisper that only he could hear, " We could end this here, and I'll pretend nothing happened."

She felt his body stiffen at her words as if he disagreed. She jumped slightly when she felt a finger caress the column of her neck.

" What makes you think I'm doing this out of hate?" he asked her in a low whisper against her ear, and then pressed his lips on her earlobe, causing her once again to jump.

"As you wish, this will be our little secret," he told her, than brought his head up and brown eyes met gray eyes that were darkened by desire.

Desire? Her? But those two words just didn't go together.

"I-mmpphh"

Lips met lips as brown eyes met gray. Why weren't they the cold, hard eyes that she had always known? They were something else. And his kiss…it was firm, but soft.

She closed her eyes when he sucked on her lips while one hand grabbed a handful of her brown curls.

And then, just like that, the kiss was broken.

He bent to her right ear, giving her a soft kiss on her earlobe, " Do remember, this has only just begun," He whispered.

When she opened her eyes again, he was standing there in his green robes, looking more handsome than ever.

"Good day, M' lady," he said, as he gave her a wink and a mock bow before calmly walking away, leaving a disheveled, confused Gryffindor, and a mess of books, quills, and parchment.

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"Hermione! Hogwarts to Hermione!"

"Oh!" Hermione said, snapping out of her thoughts and looking at the red-haired girl across from her.

"What's with you? You haven't touched any of your food since you got her," Ginny told her, as she looked at the brunette suspiciously.

" Hmm, I guess I'm just not hungry," She repeated, saying the exact same thing that she had said to Lavender that morning.

Not wanting any more questions from her best friend's sister, she began getting her bag to leave, "I'm heading back to the Heads Room to do some homework and then go to bed early. I'm quite tired today," she said yawning, for she really was tired.

The younger witch, assuming that the many hard classes the seventh year witch took, had worn her out, simply nodded and watched the older witch pack up her stuff.

"Where are Ron and Harry?" She asked looking around the Gryffindor Table, having been so deep in her thoughts that she had failed to notice that her two best friends were missing.

"Oh, they're still at Quidditch practice. Ron is working them to death. If you ask me, I think he's too obsessed with winning the Quidditch Cup this year," Ginny said.

The two girls looked at each other and gave a laugh at the thought of Ron and his Quidditch obsession.

"Thanks Gin, I really needed a good laugh," Hermione said truthfully, feeling more relaxed now. "Well, good night then," She said, as she stood up.

"Good Night Hermione."

The brown-haired Gryffindor than began walking out the Great Hall. As usual, snickers and whispers erupted from the Slytherin table when she walked by, as it had always been when any Gryffindor walked past their table. She was used to it of course, but not knowing why, she looked at the table, and her heart froze when she saw him looking at her. It was there…all there, all those emotions that she had seen earlier, the other side of him shone through his eyes, but only for a split second, and then it was gone, his gray eyes turned emotionless and cold again, his smirk, cold and cruel.

What have I gotten myself into? She asked herself when she got out of the Great Hall.

When she thought about an interesting last year at Hogwarts, this certainly wasn't what she meant…none of it actually. So here she was, trapped in this triangle between Harry, her best friend, and Draco Malfoy, the long time enemy and a possible Death Eater. So what was she to do?

It's not like they even KNOW I like the both of them! She thought, guilt spreading through her.

Her feet worked on its own accord, taking her in the right direction while her thoughts were focused somewhere else.

What happened that morning flashed through her head, causing a frustrated frown to appear on her face.

At first she had thought it was all some sort of sick, cruel joke. But that's what she had thought on the train, and suddenly there he was again, just coincidently happening to be there in that same hallway exactly around the time that she was rushing to class. Was he stalking her, just to keep up this sick joke? She didn't know anymore…but what had happened between them…those eyes, they had seem to show so much truth into them. But than again Slytherins were known for their deceit and lies, so maybe all that had been an act too. But…

Oh, my head! She thought, as a hand rubbed her temple.

As she turned a corner, she remembered how it had taken nearly five minutes after he had gone before she regained her senses and hurriedly gathered her things and continued running to her class. She made it right into the door just as Professor Vector came in, and though she got a small lecture from him on how she should be a better role model as Head Girl, she was grateful, he didn't give her detention or anything like that.

Before she knew it, her feet had stopped and she found herself in front of the Heads portrait.

" Chocolate Frog," she said, giving a small smile at the memory of Harry choosing the password for them as they would take turn each month to create new passwords.

She gave a tired sigh as the portrait opened and she stepped in, sitting down on one of the love chairs, closing her eyes for one moment as if to relax…which she couldn't naturally.

She had never been more confused in her life. She was falling for Harry. She was falling for Draco. She was falling for the BOTH of them, and she had never felt worse.

Merlin, I feel like a slut, falling for TWO guys at once, lusting after them too, much less. Why me? Why me? Was all the frustrated Head Girl could think of.

Having done all her homework assignments that were due tomorrow, she had no strength left to get a head start on her other assignments. She stood up again and stretched, before getting her book bag and walked into her room, closing and locking the door behind her.

She carelessly threw the bag on a table nearby and fell onto her bed, her tired body singing with joy.

She wouldn't think anymore. Not for now anyway.

It's been a long day She thought, sleep coming to her and darkness taking over her as her eyes slid shut, and Hermione Granger knew nothing else.

Yes, it had been a very long, day for the Head Girl, and to imagine that it had only been a day at the home and school called Hogwarts. What a day indeed.

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Angel: Oh my freakin gosh! This has been THE longest chappie I have ever written considering how it was 15 freaking pages! But it was VERY worth it, and now I'm finished at 11:00 at night. So, my readers, I hope you thoroughly enjoyed this chappie, for I have truly given all of my time and effort into writing it. Please leave tons of reviews and who knows how long the next chappie will be :) Well, good-bye for now! Temptress will be next, so you can go bother her now :p