Disclaimer: Harry Potter isn't mine. Neither is anyone else.

The notice Hermione and Blaise posted in each common room announced the next Hogsmeade weekend coming up. It would be the last one before Christmas break, and because Hermione was planning on going home, she wanted to go with Ginny and Isabel. So before she posted the notice in the Gryffindor common room, she searched the two girls out.

"Gin! Hey, Ginny!" Hermione bellowed, chasing after her friend, who was walking with Colin Creevy by the lake. Ginny waved goodbye to him before running over to where Hermione stood.

"Mione, hi," She greeted. "What's so urgent?"

Hermione shook her head. "There's a Hogsmeade weekend coming up," she explained. "I wanted to tell you before you made plans. I hoped you, me, and Isabel could go,"

"Sounds like a plan," She grinned. Hermione looked over to where Colin was standing, talking to a couple other sixth year boys.

"So, what's up, anyway?" she asked, continuing to look over Ginny's shoulder at the boy. Ginny spun around to see what she was looking at.

"What, Colin? Hermione! What's gotten into you? You decided to play matchmaker now since you had a bit of luck with Harry and Blaise?" Ginny smirked knowingly.

"Heard about that, did you?" Hermione said, covering her face with her hand and giggling nervously.

"Yeah, you know. Harry told Ron in the corner of the common room. They're convinced no one can hear them there. Ha! Well, I listened in. So did half the room, I bet. People are bound to find out soon."

"People are bound to find what out soon?" Isabel had appeared beside them. Hermione jumped, she hadn't noticed her younger sister's presence.

"That Blaise and Harry are…" Ginny paused at the look on Hermione's face. Isabel raised and eyeball.

"Blaise and Harry are what? Werewolves? Long lost brothers? Shaving their heads?" Isabel pressed. Ginny sighed. Hermione might not want her sister to know, for whatever reason, but she would find out sooner or later, regardless.

"Blaise and Harry are dating," She said, matter-of-factly. Isabel looked taken aback, then smiled slightly.

"Oh, how great for them!" She squealed. "I must go find them!" As she started to run off in the direction of the castle, Hermione yelled after her. "What, Mione?" Isabel whined.

"D'you want to come with Ginny and I on the next Hogsmeade weekend?"

"But I'm only a second year!" Isabel protested.

"I'm head girl, Izzy. I'm sure it could be arranged." She replied with a grin.

"Oh! Okay then!" And Isabel continued her run to the castle.

-

It seemed that everyone else planned on going to Hogsmeade that last weekend before break, too. Hermione, Ginny, and Isabel squeezed through the crowds, intent on getting to Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes. The shop was crammed with students, as it usually was. Fred and George were standing in the corner talking to Ron and Harry. Blaise stood beside Harry, the raven haired boys hand clasped firmly in his. The three girls approached the boys.

"Why, hello, Hermione, Isabel- " Fred began.

"Ginny. How may we be of service to you?" George finished. The girls were surreptitiously making sure they weren't about to become the victim's of the twins newest prank. It looked safe, but you never knew. Blaise seemed to notice.

"Would you like to come with us to The Three Broomsticks for a butterbeer?" Blaise asked the girls, gesturing to Harry and Ron. Hermione looked like she was about to decline, but then gave him a small smile.

"Why not? What would a Hogsmeade weekend be without one?"

-

The six Hogwarts students sat down at a booth in The Three Broomsticks. Blaise was the only Slytherin there, but he didn't look uncomfortable. Hermione began to wonder where his Slytherin friends were, including Draco. Her face must have betrayed what she was thinking, because Blaise addressed her on the subject.

"Draco made other plans." He told her simply. Hermione began to protest.

"That's nice. I don't care…" she trailed off when Madame Rosmerta appeared at their table. She stared intently at her – or rather, just past her. She wasn't worrying about ordering her drink. Draco had just walked through the door, a blonde, fifth year Ravenclaw with him. Hermione recognized the girl because she had caught her, on numerous occasions, out after curfew with boys. She scowled.

When Rosmerta left, Draco strode over to the table. Hermione had been staring at him, but suddenly became very interested in her butterbeer. "Blaise. Interesting company you've chosen." Blaise looked like he wanted to say something unfavorable, but instead smirked at his friend.

"Interesting company you've chosen, Draco." He said, and a look passed between them. Draco then turned to Hermione.

"Jealous, Granger?" Draco questioned. Hermione forced herself to look up at him, and over his shoulder at the girl he was with. She didn't look pleased that he was talking to them. Good, Hermione thought. She caught the girl's eye, and smiled deviously.

Hermione chose to remain silent, looking up at him, any trace of earlier malice gone from her face. Draco scoffed and returned to the blonde. There was awkwardness present in the group that hadn't been there before. Blaise coughed, and only Hermione recognized that he was trying to cover up a laugh. She narrowed her eyes at him and he immediately straightened, starting to talk to Harry and Ron about, what else, Quidditch.

-

Hermione, Ginny, and Isabel had a much easier time on their way back to Hogwarts. Harry, Ron, and Blaise had decided to go to Honeydukes in search of chocolate frogs. Draco Malfoy had exited the shop at the same moment the boys had entered - without the blonde Ravenclaw. He'd followed Hermione up the street. When he finally reached her, he grabbed for her hand. She glanced over her shoulder, then spun her body around when she say who it was.

"Oh, what now, Malfoy?" she snapped angrily. She had been in a good mood until the Three Broomsticks incident. Draco flinched inwardly at her sharp words.

"Try this, Granger." He replied emotionlessly. In her hand he placed what looked like a piece of chocolate, wrapped in what looked like muggle cellophane. He turned then, and walked back in the direction he came. How strange, Hermione thought. It turned out that what he had given her was a type of fudge from Honeydukes she had never tried before. He knew her too well – she loved chocolate. Ginny and Isabel were looking at her oddly, but Hermione merely shrugged and enjoyed her chocolate. She felt her anger at the boy subside, but when she spared a final glance over her shoulder and saw him with the Ravenclaw girl who'd accompanied him to the Three Broomsticks, it returned full force.

-

Hermione didn't see Draco again until the next day. She went down to the Entrance hall for breakfast very early. It was Sunday, and they were leaving for Christmas hols the next day. She wanted to get her things in order that morning. Apparently Draco had the same idea. She saw him coming up from the dungeons before her saw her, but didn't advert her eyes. He seemed glad to see her, and Hermione had to admit, she was taken aback.

"Mione!" He waved her over, and, against her will, her legs carried her over. She tried her hardest to glare at him, but failed. Instead, she just managed to look sad.

"You're Ravenclaw didn't meet expectations, Malfoy?" she asked, crossing her arms and furrowing her brow. Draco sighed.

"She's not – Granger – why are you making this difficult?"

"Excuse me?" The malice in Hermione's voice was obvious. Draco met her eyes, shocked. She grabbed him forcefully, and dragged him over to a nearby alcove. Draco didn't protest. The door was left ajar, so he could always run for it if she got violent.

"How could you, Draco? I thought… I thought…" she covered her face with her hands. "I thought there was an 'us'." She concluded simply. Draco made an unrecognizable sound.

"Me and Lei.." Draco began. So that was her name. "We're nothing. Why do you have to be a silly, know-it-all, ignorant Gryffindor who jumps to conclusions all the time, who thinks she knows everything?" He knew him words were a mistake. She didn't yell at him, or strike him. She shook her head, brushed passed him, and made a beeline for the Great hall.

Harry was already sitting at the table, much to Hermione's surprise. How much time had she spent with Draco? She sat across from him, collapsing in her seat forcefully. Harry studied her intently before speaking.

"Hermione," he groaned, "What did you do?" Hermione looked at him, wide eyed.

"I didn't do anything. Draco was the one with that… girl yesterday. I as merely stating the facts." Harry looked at her.

"You didn't push him away again, did you?" He asked hopelessly. Hermione began to protest.

"He said I was jumping to conclusions!" she explained.

"You were." Hermione's jaw dropped to the ground. Since when did Harry side with Slytherins? Especially Malfoy? "Hermione, I hang out with Ron all the time, and Blaise doesn't accuse me of having a relationship with him."

"That's not the same." Hermione was on the verge of tears.

"It isn't?" Harry pressed. Hermione looked back at Harry. He was staring over her shoulder. She turned, only to see Draco turn his head away.

"Fine." She sighed. What could she do? There was only one thing to do. She stood up and strode confidently over the Slytherin table, though she was feeling anything but confident. Draco watched her out of the corner of his eye, but when she was standing right in front of him, across the table, he couldn't ignore her any more. He looked up, and at that moment, she leaned over, and kissed him. It was the softest of kisses, and there were a few shouts from the Slytherins until she pulled away, seconds later. They were both smiling.

A/N: Okay, this chapter was kinda all over the place. It definitely didn't turn out how I was planning.