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Hermione nearly choked on her tea. She couldn’t, she wouldn’t believe her ears. Did Draco Malfoy, the boy who made her life a living hell for six years, the Slytherin Sex-God, the biggest prat in school, just confess that he had feelings for her?

“I’m sorry. Could you please repeat that Draco? I think I heard you incorrectly. I thought you said you had… feelings for me.” Hermione stumbled over her words. A look of hurt, and, embarrassment came across Draco’s face.

“I…erm… I said I think I love you.” Draco mumbled. His face was starting to turn red. Hermione stayed silent.

Wow. Draco Malfoy likes me. But do I like him? Hermione thought. She stared at Draco’s hand, which was still held her own, then, into his eyes. Oh, his blue eyes. She could get lost in the depths of his eyes and find her way into his soul. She felt him move his hand off hers, and heard him start to get up.

Of course I like him! Do something! Quick! Her mind screamed. Hermione grabbed Draco’s hand. He stared down at her, and smiled when she smiled back at him.

“Would you care to dance?” Draco asked her as he extended his arm.

“I’d love to.” Hermione smiled as she stood. Draco led her to the small dance floor. He placed his hands on the small of her back as Hermione wrapped her arms around his neck and placed her head on his chest. They slowly started swaying to the music, one of Hermione’s favorite songs.

The strands in your eyes that color them wonderful
Stop me and steal my breath
And emeralds from mountains thrust towards the sky
Never revealing their depth

And Tell me that we belong together
Dress it up with the trappings of love
I'll be captivated, I'll hang from your lips
Instead of the gallows of heartache that hang from above.


Draco twirled Hermione and brought her back in. He wrapped his arms around her once again.

She can dance well… he thought.

And I'll be your cryin' shoulder
I'll be love's suicide
And I'll be better when I'm older
I'll be the greatest fan of your life

And rain falls angry on the tin roof
As we lie awake in my bed
And you're my survival, you're my living proof
My love is alive and not dead.


Hermione smiled as she danced with Draco. She didn’t know why, but it just felt so right being in his arms. She knew Draco was the enemy, and falling for him was wrong, but everything was so, so right. Plus, the keyword was was. Draco was the enemy, but now, Hermione had no clue what he was, or what she wanted him to be.

And tell me that we belong together
Dress it up with the trappings of love
I'll be captivated, I'll hang from your lips
Instead of the gallows of heartache that hang from above

And I'll be your cryin' shoulder
I'll be love's suicide
And I'll be better when I'm older
I'll be the greatest fan of your life

And I dropped out, I burned up, I fought my way back from the dead
I tuned in, I turned on, remembered the thing that you said...


The song was almost over, and neither of the two wanted it to end. They both looked straight into each other’s eyes.

And I'll be your cryin' shoulder
I'll be love's suicide
And I'll be better when I'm older
I'll be the greatest fan of your life


Draco slowly bent his head down and kissed Hermione. It was nothing like the first kiss they had shared. This kiss was full of love and passion. Draco pulled Hermione closer to him, so there wasn’t any part of them that wasn’t touching. Both Draco and Hermione’s heart started beating faster as the butterflies in their stomachs’ increased.

I'll be your cryin' shoulder
I'll be love's suicide
And I'll be better when I'm older
I'll be the greatest fan of your life


Draco slowly parted his lips and let his tongue trace over Hermione’s bottom lip. She too slowly opened her mouth, as Draco’s tongue played with her own.

The greatest fan of your life…


Both of the teens were so caught up in each other that they hadn’t noticed that the song had ended. Draco finally pulled away.

“You’re a pretty good kisser Turner.” He smirked.

“You’re not so bad yourself Malfoy.” Hermione smiled. Draco places his lips upon her own once again and picked her up. Hermione wrapped her small legs around Draco’s waist as he carried her to his room, his lips never leaving hers. He lay back on his bed with Hermione on top of him. His fingers traced small circles on her back as she played with his hair. After a good ten minutes of kissing, Hermione rolled over and placed her head on Draco’s chest. She was able to hear his heart, which was beating rapidly. Draco twirled his fingers into Hermione’s hair as she started to fall asleep.

“Draco?” Hermione quietly mumbled.

“Mmhmm?” he mumbled.

“I love you.” She whispered. He paused and smiled.

“I love you too Hermione.” Draco whispered back. He placed a kiss on Hermione’s forehead as they fell asleep in each other’s arms for the second time that day.
Author's Note: So sorry I kept you all waiting for so long! I hope you can understand! Well, I really hope you all enjoy this chapter, as much as I enjoyed writing it! I know after this, some of you will be begging for Chapter 11 of Changed, but you are gonna have to wait a while for it. I was suspended from school and am technically banned from the computer, so I have to do a lot of wagering to get internet time. But, I promise that I will have Chapter 11 up ASAP. Just for you all, here is a teaser of Chapter 11 - Hogsmeade Weekend, of Changed. ;)
Chapter 11 - Hogsmeade Weekend

Hermione sat up, rubbing the sleep from her chocolate brown eyes. The sun was shining through her green...wait. Green?

Since when did I have green curtains? she thought. Looking to her right, she saw Draco.

Since when did I sleep with Draco? thought Hermione. She searched her brain and smiled when she remembered last night. She looked around. Clothes were scattered around the floor, including Draco's shirt, and Hermione's shirt and pants.

Wait... we didn't... Hermione trailed off when she saw the clothes. She looked down and notced that Draco was wearing black athletic pants and her, a large t-shirt and flannel pajama bottoms.

Well duh 'Mione. Most guys don't sleep in shirts! But these aren't your clo...oh yeah... Hermione blushed as she remembered yesterday afternoon. Draco had helped her change after she had passed out. Hermione breathed a sigh of relief. She placed a light kiss on Draco's chest and went to get up. A strong arm pulled her down as she giggled...
Disclaimer: The song is "I'll Be" by Edwin McCain. I own nothing but the plot. ;-)

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