A/N: It's been awhile and I know. I am very sorry for such a delay on this story. After being busy, I wondered if I should continue this story, but my better judgment caught me and I've decided to continue. I know how it feels to be left hanging and it's so not cool!
Disclaimer: I own the plot, as well as Cher and CJ; nothing more.
Hermione walked at a very fast rate back to the hotel, knowing that Draco was behind her. She had been so stressed out lately since she had gotten involved with him. How could she have even softened up to him? Why did she soften up? Her mind was squirming around with questions that could only be answered by her. But yet again, the famous stubbornness of Hermione Granger got in the way of that.
Half way to the hotel it had started to rain and yet it did not stop Hermione from walking as fast as she was. Draco, who was far behind, had slowed down even more. Wet jeans are not the most comfortable clothing while in the rain.
Hermione had soon realized that Draco was not right behind her as she anticipated, for he was at least a block behind her. Anger started to rise within her as she backtracked to where Draco now was. And when they were face to face, was when it got even more heated than their night of love making.
"Can't you keep up?" Hermione asked, widening her eyes. Draco looked down at her and smirked.
"Well maybe if someone wasn't in such a hurry," he started, "then I might be able to keep up!" He snapped back. Hermione's face crinkled up as she pushed his shoulder.
"Well you know what?" She said, trying to act like she knew what she was doing.
"What?" Silence ensued. Hermione just stood there looking at him when he finally broke the silence. "See? You can't even say anything because you know I'm right! Just admit it Hermione!" He yelled in frustration.
"Admit what? What do you expect me to say?" She replied as she through her arms in the air. Draco could feel and see her anger rising and he knew this was the battle ground. Scared as he was to get into a fight, he wanted the truth.
"I want the truth god damn it!" He screamed and noticed Hermione had taken a step back from him. "All this time you've been playing me! One day you're cold and treating me like I'm some piece of dirt…¦or maybe less than that. And then the next, god, the next you're claiming you're in love with me!" His breath was catching up to him as he took long and deep breathes to calm himself down. "You need to make up your mind!" He finished as he grabbed her arms and looked into her fearful eyes.
"I…I don't know what to say Draco." She stuttered. He had opened up even more to her and she was the one doing the hurting; not him. "I thought you were using me and everyday I woke up thinking 'I won't let him', yet you crept your way in anyway!"
"So what's wrong with me wanting to be with you?" He shouted, causing some people in the crowd to look at them. "God Hermione, I have fallen in love with you and as far as I know, you've fallen for me as well. Or do you not remember what you said to me before we fell asleep last night?" Hermione shifted from her left foot to her right as he stared down at her, waiting for a response.
He chuckled darkly. "Oh, I see how it is now." He sneered at her. "Come on Granger, we don't want to be late for precious Dumbledore now do we?" He snapped at her before stalking to the hotel, leaving Hermione in the rain to mourn in her loss and stubbornness.
Hermione slowly made her way into the hotel and stopped to look at the water fall once inside the main lobby. As she made her way closer, she noticed there were many silver and gold coins scattered along the bottom of the fall. Legend had it, that if you through a coin in the water and made a wish, that it would come true. Hermione stood there looking at it and soon sat down, just then realizing how much her feet ached.
A few couples had past by and she looked upon them with jealously. Why can't I have something like that? She thought to herself. As fast as that thought came into mind, an elderly man was standing in front of her asking her something. Dazed, she shook her head and looked up at him.
"I'm sorry sir, what did you say?" Looking up, the man was about 5'9, had pure white hair going no further than his shoulders. His eyes were a sky blue with a hint of gray in them and the mustache on his face made him look younger than he was.
"I was askin' if yah wouldn't mind if I sat here with yah."
"Oh sure sir, go right ahead." Hermione replied and moved over for the old man to sit. She put her head back and shut her eyes, thinking of a possible way to get back to Hogwarts without seeing or talking to Draco; yet there was no way. Suddenly, she was interrupted from her thoughts.
"Such an icky day out there isn't it missy?" Hermione turned to see the old man looking at her, a slight twinkle in his eyes.
"Yes, I suppose so." She replied, sadness flooded her tone and facial expression.
"You look like you've been through some terrible things eh?" She nodded. "Is it with a family member or a boyfriend of yurs?" A snooper this one was.
"Well, it's this guy I've know for seven years." She started, not sure if she should blab to an old man. He might fall asleep; you never know.
"And what's so bad about that?" He asked, turning towards her.
"He was very cruel to me the first six years we knew each other. And once his father was gone, he was suddenly very nice to me." Hermione said, while closing her eyes. "You wouldn't mind me telling you this sir?"
He looked at her and smiled. "Of course not, missy! I love hearin' about young love!" She giggled at that and kept going.
"This boy and I came out here for a project in our school. I thought he was being nice to me so he could use me you know?" The old man nodded in response. "See, in our school, he's known as a very active guy with the girls and I got scared."
"That's very normal for a teenager. You just didn't want to get hurt."
"Exactly!" Hermione said rather loudly.
"But did you fall for him?" The old man asked, raising an eye brow.
"Um…well…I guess I did. But I don't want to get into something now, go back to school and have it ruined." She sighed. "I don't know." She buried her hands in her hands and her head went down to her knees.
"Missy, lemme tell you something." The old man said. "I'm an old man and I've seen many in love and some not in love. My advice to you is this: if you say you need more time, he may agree. But do realize that by the time you're ready, he may not be there. He may have moved on and then you're gonna regret it for the rest of your life."
Hermione looked over at him and smiled. "You know what? You're right!"
"I am?" The old man asked. Hermione laughed at him and stood up.
"Thank you, sir. You've been a great help in helping me realize that I'm as dumb as a sheep when it comes to love. I love this man and I don' want to regret anything."
"That's the spirit!" He shouted, punching his fist in the air, causing more laughs from Hermione.
"But what if it goes downhill? What if I was right? Oh my God what am I going to do?" Hermione gasped as she sat back down again.
The old man put a hand on her back and said, "It's better to have loved and lost, than to have not loved at all." Hermione looked at him and smiled.
"Thank you." She whispered and soon sat up to bid him goodbye. "Oh and by the way, tell Professor Snape that he might be related to a know-it-all." She said, smirking brightly.
The old man sighed, "You really are way too smart for your own kind, Miss Granger." Dumbledore replied under his mask. "Now please, save us the drama and go get him!" Hermione's eyes were almost out of her sockets, hearing one of her professors say that. "Go!" He said again and she hurried off.
Meanwhile, Draco was up in the hotel packing his bags for their departure. He had been so cold to Hermione, but he knew it was for the best. If she was going to be stubborn, then he was going to be cold. One of them was going to have to give in and he knew it wouldn't be him, not this time around.
He had actually poured out almost all of his feelings onto a silver platter and yet Hermione still pushed him away. Women. He thought to himself. No wonder Uncle Severus stays with one night stands. He just can't stand a commitment. He thought to himself as he completed his packing.
He heard the clicking of the door. He saw Hermione running in. But he not for see her pushing him onto the bed and hopping on top of him. He laid there on the bed in complete shock, scared of what she was going to do.
She had gathered all of her Gryffindor courage and jumped him as she entered the hotel room. If he wasn't going to get away with yelling, neither was she. She had formed a plan in the elevator to tackle him and showing him how much she loved him and how sorry she was for messing around.
Was I really that bad? She thought to herself. Slowly the memories came flooding back to her and shame was written all across her face.
"Hermione, what in blazes—" He was interrupted by her lips capturing his own in a gentle but demanding kiss. After a few moments, she let go and sat up.
"You were right and I was wrong. I love you Draco Malfoy and there's nothing that can change how I feel." Draco stared at her in amazement.
"I love you too, Hermione." He whispered. Smiling, she grinded her lower regions against his and a moan came from deep within his throat.
"The only difference," Hermione purred into his ear, "is that I'm going to show you how much I love you." Draco shivered against her and put his arms around her waist, making sure she would not get off or let go.
A smirk…¦wait no a smile was shone on Draco's face at the thought of yet another night of making love to her. God I love this woman, He said to himself.
A/N: There you go! There will be another chapter next that will be completely full of sex and other nasty things teenagers do these days! R&R!