Okay! So I'm back with a new fic, this is the one I was telling you about. This fic is based on a real-life experience, but not exactly everything. I've twisted the story a little bit, because, really, there's nothing more about this story now. I was just so frustrated that day that I decided to write a story.

Anyway, this was supposed to be a one-shot, but hell, it's FREAKIN' HARD to do that with a story like this.

Some of my readers are my school friends and classmates, so, yeah, you get the picture. Please R&R. Thanks so much! I'll be telling bits of the real happening after the chapters.

MISTAKEN WORD by pAula-p0tter

Chapter One: Words Can Never be Taken Back

Arggh. I hate my life. I hate it, hate it, hate it! Why does Draco Malfoy have to be the one to tease me? Why did it have to be me who couldn't distinguish anybody's voice? Why me? Damn!

It all began with History of Magic, with the least strict teacher ever, Binns. Everyone was noisy, and I was on high myself.

"Okay, class settle down, settle down!" Binns was shouting over the din. We had all settled down, but still, everyone was feeling hyper. "Good. Now, who can tell me what actually happened during the goblin revolution in 1072?"

As usual, my hand was in the air first.

"Yes, Miss Granger?"

"The goblins created their own parliamentary government. Their first prime minister was Goshwack the Great."

"Marvelous! Marvelous! Ten points to Gryffindor!" Binns said. "Everyone, let's give Miss Granger a hand."

Everyone was clapping enthusiastically. I even bowed with a smug smile. Gryffindors and Slytherins alike were cheering, whooping and whistling.

But there was one statement that stood out above the rest.

"I love you, Hermione!" Someone shouted.

"I love you, too!" I said in my sweetest voice possible, thinking it was Harry or Ron or Neville or . . . whoever else.

But it wasn't. Everyone was staring at me, their mouths open. I had assumed wrong.

It was Malfoy who had said it.

Damn this life.

And so you now see why I am ranting. Ever since that fateful day, he never stopped following me around, pretending to worship me or whatnot just to annoy me. Harry and Ron are no help either. For the first (and most probably the last) time ever in history, they seem to be on his side.

"Hey Hermione, you look pretty today," he said as he walks by me on the way to lunch. As usual. I just roll my eyes at him.

"I can't believe both of you!" I said to Harry, who was reading the Daily Prophet, and Ron, who was stuffing his face.

"Huh?" Harry said. Ron just looked at me.

"You should be stopping his insanity, you know?"

"Oh come on, 'Mione, let the guy have his fun," Harry said. Ron gulped down his mouthful of food.

"And besides, you have to admit you enjoy the attention."

"I do not enjoy the attention!" I retorted, crossing my arms on my chest, stamping my foot angrily then sitting down with a huff.

"You wouldn't want this to stop," Ginny interjected. "Once he stops teasing you and following you around and stuff, you're going to miss it."

"I will so not," I contradicted.

"Oh, believe me you will."

***

So basically, that's my life now. On a daily basis, Malfoy will come up to me with a bunch of his friends, and say . . . gooey, icky, romantic stuff. I can't believe I just said that.

"Hey, Mione! Miss you!" Then he kissed my cheek! The nerve!!

I told this story to Ginny later that night.

"Your problems easy to solve, you know," she replied after my rant.

"How?"

"You have to play along. Go with his flow. Do what he does. Soon, he'll get pissed off," she said as if it was easier than putting on your Velcro-strapped shoes.

Wait, do what he does?!

"Insane!" I said in disbelief.

"Works all the time," she said, waving a hand dismissively.

Fine. He wants to play love? I'll give him love.

***

For some reason. Flitwick gave us a damn project. Three Gryffindors plus three Slytherins each group.

"Ah, of course. The Hogwarts Trio may never be separated," he said with a smile as he reached my name. "Let's see . . . who can we . . . ah-ha! Mr. Potter, Mr. Weasley and Miss Granger, you will be grouped with Mr. Malfoy, Mr. Zabini and Miss Parkinson." There was a lot of cheering and whooping. I had my smug smile put on. "You will be working with the effects of Powdered Fluke Diamonds with Bowtruckle Liquid Essence."

Hah. Easy peasy.

"Now, for the rest of the period, I want the groups to come together to talk about how you can come up with a project to prove this."

The cheering came again. Draco stood up, Blaise and a sulky Parkinson following him. He put his arm around my neck as we all sat down. I pretended not to mind. I even moved my chair as close to him as possible and rested my head on his shoulder. Parkinson's face turned into a deep scarlet.

When everyone was already in their respective groups, Harry, elected group leader, of course, began talking.

"Okay," he began. "So, Hermione, Mugglespeak this project."

"Well, Fluke diamond is the Wizarding counterpart of Sucrose, which has a formula of C12H22O11 and Bowtruckle Liquid Essence is Sulfuric Acid, H2SO4. When combined, they create heat energy and Carbon."

The others gaped at me.

"What? Harry asked for Mugglespeak," I replied innocently. He just shook his head and continued.

"Zabini, you and Parkinson research in the Library for any related study and more facts about the substances. Ron, you and I will look for any experiment paraphernalia and Hermione, you and Malfoy do the papers. Any questions?"

My hand shot up.

"There's just this one little thing," I said sweetly. Then I pulled a handful of his shirt and pulled him towards me. "Why am I paired up with this jerk?!" I hissed.

"You seem to be enjoying it," was his smug reply. I let him go. Yeah. I was supposed to be enjoying this. I cringed inwardly as I moved back to my position beside Malfoy.

Yeah, so there. What really happened was we were in English class (my favorite subject, but not my favorite period this year) and I was asked to explain something. When I was done, everyone began clapping (we always do that during English) and of course I felt pretty smug myself. Then somebody shouted those three (okay, four including my name) and I said it back. Everyone started gasping. I thought it was one of my closest guy friends, but turned out it wasn't. Ever since that day, he's been BUGGING me. Well, the bugging stopped now.

That's it! I'm working on the next chapter. I'll update soon! Thanks for reading. :)