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Chapter 9

Hermione stopped smiling as she saw her mum coming down the stairs. 'You can't let her know.' She thought to herself and she hurried off into the lounge, switched on the t.v and pretended to look interested in a random muggle channel. Her mum came and stood in front of it, folding her arms.

"What was all that smiling about then?"

"Nothing," Hermione answered hurriedly. "Now can you please move? I'm watching that."
"As if," Her mum switched off the telly and sat down next to her. "Are you going to tell me what happened?"

"Fine!" Hermione gave in. "I'll tell you, only if you promise not to laugh."

"Why on earth would I laugh at Hermione's story of the day?" She ignored this comment and began.

"Well when he came to the door he was all telling jokes and laughing. Then we worked on his report and finished it and he told me I was amazing! Oh and you'll love this bit he kissed me on the cheek!" She finished red faced and flustered.

"So you don't like him then?" Her mum asked just to make sure.

"No Mum," she retorted. "I love Ron and he's not a self-centred, ego obsessed freak like Malfoy!" She stormed upstairs and into her room. The door slammed behind her and locked with a flick of her wand. She fell on to her bed and repeated in her head 'I love Ron, I love Ron, I love Ron.'

Hermione pulled her coat on and apparated to the Burrow. It was a foggy evening and she could barely see anything. When he hand reached the small, wooden door, she knocked and didn't wait long until it opened.

"Hey 'Mione," it was Ron. "Come on in." She smiled at him which slightly shocked him. He shut the door behind her and she walked into the kitchen to be scooped up into a hug by Mrs Weasley.
"Hermione dear!" Mrs Weasley released Hermione and smiled at her. "Dinner will be ready in a while so why don't you head off with Ron." Hermione nodded, smiled back then followed Ron upstairs to his cramped, bright orange bedroom.

"Hermione we need to talk." Ron began.

"I think we do." She replied and they both sat on the bed.

"I didn't mean anything I said in the Three Broomsticks and I'm really, really sorry!"

He looked her straight in her beautiful, brown eyes . She simply smiled and answered "And I'm sorry I chucked butterbeer over you." They both smiled and looked directly at each other. Ron leaned forward and pressed his lips against hers. Hermione didn't want it to end, at least she thought she didn't. She tried to embrace Ron but just couldn't bring herself to do it. He reached for her waist but she pulled away and stood up from the bed.

"What's the matter 'Mione?" He asked puzzled.

"I'm sorry Ron but I just can't do this." Her face looked muddled up.

"What do you mean?" Ron had a hint of panic in his voice.

"It just doesn't feel right," a tear was rolling down her cheek. "I'm sorry but it's over."

"What?!" Ron looked like a puppy that had disobeyed its master and been told off.

"I've got to go." She grabbed her coat and wiped the tear away from her eye.

"'Mione please-" Ron started.

"Ron don't make it harder for me, please." Hermione interrupted. She didn't bother walking down the stairs she apparated on the spot and appeared in her bedroom. She collapsed on to her bed and cried into her pillow. 'Pull yourself together.' She told herself. Hermione stood up and walked into the bathroom, she rinsed her face down and apparated to the Malfoy Manor. The huge house appeared in front of her and the grand, stone peacocks looked almost real. 'I can do this.' She told herself determined she was going to do this. Her feet crunched on the gravel as she walked up to the grand, oak door.

The knock that came from her hand seemed distant to her but when the door opened it felt so real she couldn't believe it.

"Hermione what on earth-" Hermione pressed her finger to Draco's lips.

"No questions needed Draco," She was smiling. "Just relax." She pulled Draco towards her and he came into her because he wanted it so much, they got closer and closer, so close that Hermione could feel his warm breath on her neck he was nearly there when.....BRIIIIIINNNNGGG!!! Hermione's alarm clock went off. She must of accidentily set it when she fell on the bed coming back from the Burrow. What she did last night is what she wanted, nobody could blame her for it she was having some sort of secret attraction to Draco and it was the last thing in the world she thought would happen.

When Hermione got up she jumped in the warm shower and stayed in there to let the water run down her body. When she got out she got dressed into a knee length, baby pink skirt and a matching top that hugged her figure. Today was the day her family, Draco and herself were going to go punting and she wanted this to last forever. She reached into a draw and pulled on a pair of thin, white tights then got out a pair of pink pumps. When she heard the doorbell ring she jumped slightly and hurried downstairs to answer it.

"I'll get it!" She called to her mum and opened the door to see Draco standing there smiling at Hermione.