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Hermione's POV:

With a shudder, I realize that I had just spilled my secret.

To all the guys. Every single one.

To Draco.

I look up at him to see him fuming, but I don't care. Charles had left me for who I was, but I still loved him. How could this be?

Perhaps I was actually drugged? Everybody constantly mentioned it, so it's possible that it was true...that would explain why I still love Charles...or at least...I think I do...

Draco gets up, still fuming, and stomps up the stairs. Theo and Blaise follow him, shooting me an apologetic look.

Regret.

I regret telling them that, it should have been a secret. I didn't need to tell them and if I hadn't, everything would have been fine. Ron looks mad too, though not nearly as mad as Draco. Harry, well, poor Harry still looks confused.

I sniff and slowly stand up, looking at Ron, Harry and Neville. "I'm sorry," I whisper hoarsely.

Neville stands up to give me a hug, and I happily hug him back. "It's okay, 'Mione," He tells me.

I sniff again. "B-but it's n-not!" I howl, tears cascading down my cheeks like a never ending river. Harry stands up too, still looking confused.

For The Chosen One, he's not that bright. (Sorry Harry, but it's true and you know it! Or perhaps you don't, that would make sense.)

"We know now, and you must have had your reasons." Harry pats my shoulder as he joins the hug between Neville and I.

Pansy sniffs, becoming emotional. "This is all so..."

"Sweet!" Ginny bawls, also crying now.

Ron snorts. "Hormones much?"

"Yes!" Lavender snaps at him. Ron immediately shuts up, obviously scared about his pregnant and angry wife.

"We'll take care of Draco, 'Mione," Astoria assures me. I sniffle (for like the hundredth time, I swear I'm not usually like this!) and smile at her.

"He'll be asking you to the Valentine's ball before you know it!" Luna assures me, but instead of smiling, I frown.

"That's in exactly a week?" I bite my lip, trying to figure out how they could possibly get Draco to like me in seven days once again. It seemed impossible! (Don't give me the whole 'Impossible-I'm possible' spiel, Draco is much too stubborn to, well...you know...)

"Oh well....." Luna trails off and finds an interest in I-really-don't-know-what but it's something.

"'Mione, you need to listen to me," Harry instructs, holding a vial of a glowing amber liquid. I immediately recognize it as the antidote to Amortentia.

"What do you have that for?" I ask him, even though I know why he has it. I was starting to process things, and my befuddled brain was becoming less and less befuddled by the second.

"Hermione," Harry warns dangerously. He uncorks the bottle and grabs my chin, tipping it back. I try to wrench my jaw from his hands, but he only holds me down harder.

Harry prepares me for what he is about to do. "3...2...1...!" I struggle in his grasp, but he keeps me steady as he forces the potion down my esophagus.

It tastes horrible. It has the consistency of a warm and lumpy milkshake going down my throat. It clung to the walls of my throat, preventing me from spitting up the thick, gunky liquid.

As for the taste? You don't even want to know.( It tasted worse than food coming back up for the fifth time, though I've never quite experienced that so I'm not very sure. I just imagine it to be absolutely and horribly vile.)

I squirmed and squirmed but it was no use. The antidote took effect almost immediately, but I didn't know that. I was out cold.
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Draco's POV:

I stomp up the stairs after my lying wife's little confession.

How could she keep such a big secret from me?

Just as we were starting to develop emotions for each other, she was drugged. That was something I could eventually get over, for she had no real choice. But to not tell me this huge secret?

She had a choice every single second we stayed together. But yet...she chose to not tell me.

Blaise and Theo rush into my room just as I was about to smash a picture of Hermione and I. It was taken at the Manor by my mother on New Year's Eve.

"10...!" People started to count down, and I started looking for Hermione.

"9...!" It was a mess of people at the party, so it was pretty hard to find her.

"8...!" I spot a familiar head of brown, curly hair.

"7...!" I start walking towards her, mentally preparing myself for what I was going to do. It had only been done several times before, but this time was going to be special. It was going to be real.

"6...!" Hermione spots me through the crowd and smiles, her eyes shining a brilliantly.

"5...!" We both head towards each other, never breaking our eye contact.

"4...!" We are just a few steps away, but the bliss and tension are already thick.

"3...!" I collide into her, muttering a quick apology as her body hits mine.

"2...!" She smiles up at me and we lean in, savouring the moment.

"1...!" My mouth embraced her with a slow, soft warm touch. Fireworks went off in my body and I pressed her body close to mine.

I see the flash and hear the click of a camera. Hermione and I both whip around, horribly embarrassed.

"Whoa!" Blaise skids into the room, screaming for me to stop. "Don't do something you'll regret!" He warns, slowly levitating the picture out of my hands.

"She lied Blaise!" I roar, punching the wall to my right. Small droplets of blood begin to fall from the torn pieces of skin on my knuckles, but the sensation was familiar, and I did not mind it.

"You should hear her out!" Theo reasons with me. He slowly approaches me with his hands up in the air.

I send another punch at the wall, this time, creating a large hole in it.

Just like my heart, oh how fun.

"What does she have to say?" I seethe, turning to them with steam coming out of my ears and lasers in my eyes. I felt like yelling and screaming and crying, but I knew I could not do that. I couldn't feel anything for somebody who seemed like an angel, but was actually nothing more than a liar.

"We don't know because we had to run after you!" Blaise throws his hands up, completely exasperated with trying to deal with me, most likely.

"You should have stayed!" I growl, grabbing a pillow and flinging it across the room with all my might. "Listen to that liar's-"

Theo cuts me off, eyes suddenly deathly sharp. "Look, your past isn't looking so good either right now."

Fury blooms within me. It's funny actually. Anger and happiness appear within you the same way. A small bud that eventually blooms into a large flower that overtakes you. The only difference was that when I was furious, I made a mess. A huge, angry mess.

"Yours doesn't look so good either Nott!" I roar, sending the chair belonging to Hermione's desk across the room, forcing both Blaise and Theo to jump away.

"We should leave him," Blaise whispers to Theo, who quickly agrees, nodding his head rapidly.

"I value my life." They both walk out, leaving me with a huge mess, alone, crying, upset, but most of all, angry.
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Nobody's POV:

As Draco continues to rage, Hermione continues to cry.

The guys are wondering how to calm Draco down, but they know not to bother him. They know that they would only make it worse. They were mad at Hermione for keeping such a secret, so they distanced themselves a little from the girls.

The girls were absolutely on Hermione's side. She had every right no to tell them!, they say. They are wondering if Draco would get over it and invite Hermione to the Valentine's day ball. It was special to Hermione because she had always wanted to "...dance the night away with the one person who truly understands me, the one person who just clicks with me."

Both groups were thinking one similar thought, however; Are they ever going to get back together?

It had only been less than an hour, but the tension between the two has already caused trouble in paradise. When would all the drama end? They had only ever asked for a normal year, just one normal year, but clearly, that wasn't happening.