“I didn’t know you had it in you to break the rules. Especially being Head Girl.” Draco teased.

Hermione instantly fell to her feet as she saw Draco standing before her.

“How did you get in here?” Hermione asked.

“Well you left the door quite open you see…” Draco replied.

The dragon was pleading to break free from the bones that caged him within Draco’s fleshy cage. The rage that boiled in his veins was enough to want to break Blaise’s face right there. It killed Draco to even look at them. He couldn’t stand it, or else he would release his fury from within his raging stomach. Seeing them together made Draco want to hex everything around him, burn the school to the ground, and tear every limb off of Blaise’s body.

“I don’t think so Cecilia. I know Draco. He likes Granger, I can see it in his eyes.” Pansy said.

“Tell me, what are you thinking about?” Blaise asked.

“You.” Hermione lied.

“Because, you have changed. I don’t… I don’t think you really are as selfish and cruel as you make yourself out to be. I just don’t believe that anymore.” Hermione finished.

“Then you’re more naïve than I would have assumed.” Draco finished walking away from her.

“What are you asking me to do?” Hermione whispered. The color was long gone from her once beautifully flushed skin. Her eyes were hollow as they burned from looking into Draco’s.

“Choose.” Draco put simply.

“Choose…?”

“Is it me or is it Blaise.” Draco replied firmly.

“DON’T call me Draco.” He replied in the most vehemently whispered voice Hermione ever heard. She tried to look in his eyes to see if there was any emotion other than pure hatred, and to her greatest misery, there was not. Nothing but coldness and anger outlined his chiseled face. His crystal eyes etched with venom, wanting nothing more than Hermione to let go of him. He shook off her hand and walked away.

“Come with me. Let’s leave Hogwarts Hermione. What is here for us anyway? What lessons could we possibly learn after all we’ve been through? There is nothing for us here.” Draco implored. The longing returned to his eyes. It broke Hermione’s heart.

“Draco I can’t. This is my home.” Hermione said.

But he didn’t care. He moved closer to Hermione and kissed her. Her bruised lips felt rough on Draco’s. She wanted nothing more than to melt into his arms. His cool minty taste lingered on her breath.

“Oh and lastly, I was asked that I propose this. There has been word of a Valentine’s Day dinner party at Rosemerta’s Pub on Valentine’s Day. I would like to know if you would approve of this. All the prefects have consented, in addition to many other students. It would be 6th and 7th years only.” Hermione finished.

Hermione tried very hard to sit still and seem consumed in her reading. She didn’t want to let them know she could hear perfectly what they were saying.

“Cecilia they’re good together. Just let it go. I have.” Draco commented. He too looked at Hermione.

Hermione felt a rippling sensation emanate throughout her body. He had indirectly told her it was over. Anything possible between them two was finished. Distinguished like a candle flame.

“Shut up!” Hermione bellowed back. She didn’t want to hear anymore of this.

“Why? Scared someone might over hear us? Is that what it is? Scared Blaise might hear that I know about you and Draco?” Pansy replied.

“You don’t know anything.” Hermione said pathetically. How could Pansy have found out about her and Draco? She must have been lying.

“Oh but I do. I caught you two red handed.” Pansy replied with venom in her voice. Hermione didn’t say anything.

“Hello darling.” Mrs. Granger replied sweetly.

“And this is my dad, Luke.” Hermione stated.

“Nice to meet you son.”  Mr. Granger said as she shook hands with Blaise.

“Nice to meet you as well sir.” Blaise replied formerly.