(A/N) Hey guys! I'm trying to stick to the schedule. Enjoy the chapter (finally in Hermione's POV-I know you've been waiting :P). Love you guys!! Mwah! (Also y'all know that time is still passing, like a couple weeks or so, between each chapter unless it is completely obvious, so Hermione doesn't despise Ron as much as the last Hermione POV chapter. Just trying to clear things up here :P )❤️❤️❤️

~Iresine

Hermione
   We just lay there, him on top of me, grinning at each other. It was the happiest moment in my life. Then, his smile twisted into a frown, and his eyebrows knit together. He slowly got up, and walked over to the door slowly.

   I'm slightly worried. Ron usually doesn't act this way. He's not as nice, as caring, too much of a chicken to do something like that. But I guess I was wrong about him. And now I realize, if he's really this way, I actually might have feelings for him. And if I have feelings, then I should be worried about his well being. I got up and walked after him.

   "Uh, Ron? A-are you okay?" I asked worriedly, touching his arm. He flinched at the touch, and pulled back.

   "I-I'm fine...I just, just need a moment. Uh, see you tommorow, Granger."

   Granger?

   Only Malfoy called me that.

   As he moved away, his hair slowly turned blonde. What was going on? I swiftly ran in front of him.

   "Look at me." I demanded.

   "What?"

   "Look. At. Me." I whispered, lightly touching his shoulder and steering him towards me. I gasped.

   So it was true.

   Malfoy's eyes stared into my eyes. I realize he hasn't noticed his change yet. I also realise that strange, foul smell on his breath was Polyjuice Potion. I blinked. Polyjuice? That would take weeks to make, and only a very skilled potion maker could do it...

   I looked at "Harry", who was staring at Ro-Malfoy.

   "Who are you?" I asked.

   "Blaise Zabini, I believe we met before, Miss Hermione."

   I made no move to stop him from calling me that. I was too stunned to think right.

   "Blai-Har-Pot- oh what the hell Blaise, why did you reveal yourself?" Malfoy hissed.

   "Take a look." Zabini held up a mirror conveniently located on the Gryffindor coffee table for Malfoy to see. He gasped slightly and pulled my hand away from his shoulder.

   "I...I...have to go." And he made for the door.

   "No! Wait! Uhh COLLOPORTUS!!" I yelled, flicking my wand at the door. Malfoy hurries to it, working the doorknob back and forth.

   "Blaise! Help me!" He cried, his eyes wild with fear.

   Zabini was immersed in a muggle magazine about summer drinks.

   I advanced toward Malfoy.

   "You didn't have to do this." I said softly, like I was trying to get a wild animal to take food from my hand. He shakes his head.

   "No...no...I-I can't..."

   "You didn't have to go through all that trouble, you know." I said.

   "I...don't you see Granger? We can't be this way. I love you but my stupid family name prevents that. We can't be together!" He cries, trying to shrink against the wall.

   Wait.

   Waiwaiwaiwaiwait.

   He loves me? Draco Malfoy, pureblooded Slytherin Prince loves me? No, I must have heard wrong. But then again, I might have heard right.

   "We can't be together!" He cried again. A tear escapes his eye.

   I'm shocked. Malfoy, cry? I didn't think he was capable of that ability. (R/A/N -random author's notes- I know I haven't written it, but Draco bullied Hermione as usual, just I didn't write it down. Remember that now) (R/A/N note the passing of time I wrote in the ((first)) A/N)

   I came over to him and wrapped my arms around him.

   So this is why "Ron" was acting so unlike himself. But Malfoy was unlike himself too. But maybe that was all an act, to cover up the fact that he had feelings for me. Well, the feeling is mutual, now that I see that he is actually a sensitive, caring, kind boy that had a family name he didn't want.

   He stiffened at the touch at first, but then relaxed and sobbed into my arms. I shush him until he is quiet, rocking us back and forth like I was rocking a baby.

   Zabini peers over his magazine, then quickly ducks back and is fascinated by a piña colada recipe.

   "Th-thank you Granger. But that doesn't really help matters. My family will hurt you if they know. And we can't keep a secret forever." He sniffs, getting up.

   It was my turn to stiffen. Is he doing what I really thought he was doing?

   "I'm really sorry Hermione. I wish we could have been a thing. I don't want to do this, but it's to keep you safe. Remember that I will always love you. Actually, don't remember. I'm really sorry." He said, his voice lowering to a whisper, turning his wand against my head. My eyes widen.

   And he whispers one word.

   "Obliviate."

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