"I have to get back to the dormitory before I get caught for curfew!" she giggled and attempted once more to open the door., yet he stopped her.

"Bloody hell, babe. Fine." he released his light grip on her fist. She was about to turn the door knob again when he gently took her face in his hands and pressed his soft lips against hers. A surge of adrenaline rushed through their bodies, but before another snog-session could erupt, she pulled away and exited the broom closet. He sighed and left the closet approximately forty-five seconds later. She was no where to be seen in the dim corridor. He shuffled his way down to the dungeons, with a cold pain in his chest.

The Next Day.

All she could see of the two boys was Ron's orange ball of tangled hair and Harry's sleek raven hair. She pulled the blankets off of the both of them and laughed as they yelled at her.

"What the hell Hermione?" Ron grunted as he stood, Harry accompanying him at the ends of the beds and wiping his eyes.

"You have five minutes until breakfast starts, Ronald." as the words rolled off her tongue, Ron was already reaching for his robes and throwing them on. Harry laughed with Hermione as he grabbed his robes as well. Hermione waited in the common room for the boys as she thought of her late night encounter with the love of her life. Her memories were tainted with the anger her friends would lash out on her if they knew of the forbidden romance.

"Come on, Mione! I'm starved!" Ron yelled as he ran for the portrait door. Harry laughed and linked arms with Hermione as the three walked out of the common room and to the Great Hall.

As the trio walked towards their seats at the Gryffindor table, Hermione felt a pair of pale silver blue eyes upon her. No, not her. But the boy holding her arm, Harry. The gaze felt cold and malevolent. She instantly retracted her arm from Harry's and rushed to her seat next to Ginny. Harry looked confused as he sat next to Ron across the table, but he didn't think much of it for long before he was laughing at Ron shoving food down his throat.

Of course Harry and Hermione were only friends, but they were close. They always linked arms or just walked beside each other in sync. Draco thought he could change that, she supposed. He was wrong. She loved him more than any written word could explain. She couldn't even verbally explain it, because he literally took her breath away. Of course the romance was cliché, but what else could they do? They were helplessly, enemies in love.

A/N: well (: that's it for today! Sorry it's so short! But there is a HUGE plot coming up soon!

Will Draco change the fact that Hermione is close with her friends? Or will something else change the fact that Draco and Hermione are "helplessly, enemies in love."

Stick around to find out ;)

R&R