Okay, the third instalment of this story (making it tri-chaptered), may be a little bit out of context, but I believe it is relevant, and it's my story, so what I say goes, and it had to come in sometime, so here it comes.

Hermione is remembering i.e. the past…etc…
At a ball – start of year ball, which I made up, only for the 6th and 7th years, haven't really decided what year they are in.

Hermione had been floating past him all night, just beyond his reach, teasing him, taunting him, her normally bushy hair, sleek and shiny, tied up in a loose bun. (That means it is at the back of her head, in a circle thing, like a ballet dancer). Loose strands of hair framed her face, highlighting her features. She was doing it deliberately; it was her form of revenge. Tired of being called names, and tired of his arrogant nature, especially against her, the teasing and the taunting, Hermione was exacting her revenge, the best way she could, and the least conspicuous. Draco's eyes followed her around the hall, followed her as she danced with Ron and Harry, as she ate the food, chatting with Ginny, danced with Neville. He couldn't ask her to dance, people would know, it would disgrace him.
Hermione was having fun, people were asking her to dance, Ron was staring at her all the time, mouth agape, even when he danced with her and she felt the light touch of his hands on her hips through the light fabric of the dress. And Draco was watching her; her plan was working.
The night wore on, half way through a dance, Hermione made her way to the doors; she was hot. She left the Great Hall, where the social was going on, and headed for the doors that led outside. Pushing one open, she slipped out, feeling a glimpse of the cold air against her hot skin, and then the grain of the wall against her arms, as someone (not tall, dark and handsome, well maybe ;)) grabbed her and pushed her there, pinning her arms to the wall with his, and leaning against her. Startled she looked up to see Draco, his eyes looked tortured as he leaned down, and kissed her, letting go of her arms, and pulling away a bit, slipping his arms around her back, and into her hair, messing up the perfect bun. Inside, Hermione was spewing, but on the outside, she was cool, calm and collected, kissing him back, and slipping her arms around his neck (I swear their arms are slipping all over the place. I've used that word so often. Sorry), pushing herself against him.
Draco was the first to pull away. He slowly released Hermione, who turned from him, and started to make her way back inside.
"Hermione?" Draco asked, confusion evident in his voice, and Hermione felt a small pang of shame, at what she had done to him, but it was quickly replaced with all the hate she had had for him since their first year. She turned to him.
"What?" She questioned. Tortured eyes stared back at her.
"What was that about?" He whispered, lowering his eyes to the ground. She walked back up to him, slipping her arms once more around his neck, but when he looked at her this time, he saw nothing but hatred in her eyes. He stared at her eyes, giving her the satisfaction that her revenge had succeeded in rattling him, hurting him.
"You're nothing, Malfoy. Nobody could ever love you." She hissed, before slapping him smartly, and striding away.
"You'll regret it, Granger." Draco cried, and even he could hear the croak in his voice. "You'll have no friends in the world, and when that day comes, you'll realise that you are nothing more than a filthy mudblood." She didn't turn, and he cursed under his breath, watching her flaunt inside, victorious, before sinking to his knees in the dewy grass, and, holding his head in his hands (covering face with hands), cried.

Okay, so what did you think? I promise the next chapter will be longer. Promise, cross my heart hope to die, stick a needle in my eye (please don't). And it'll have Ron and Hermione and Harry and Ginny, and Fred, George, Draco and, I think that is all.
Enjoy reading, please feel free to leave a review, at no extra charge, and for your troubles, receive an answer, as so far, I have responded to all my reviews. How dedicated I am). Okay, and I'm sorry for all the interruptions, its late here, and I'm tired, and bored, and hee hee, I have school tomorrow and don't want to go, who really ever does? Okay, next chapter coming soon.

Chapter Four

Well, just to fill you in, and to say I'm so sorry for the long wait, we left Ron and George entering the lounge room and Hermione is sleeping on the couch, and Ron thinks she is perfect. And Harry and Ginny are back at school, sitting together outside the dormitory where Hermione intruder/casuals, is locked, and Fred? Where is Fred? He's in the shop, and Draco? Well, you'll just have to read and find out, my story is now a quadruplet, or something like that. So sorry for the wait………………..

In her sleep, Hermione felt the cool breeze against her skin and she opened her eyes, seeing dazzling green ones very close to hers, they seemed to gaze at her in shock for a few seconds, as obviously he hadn't expected her to wake up so suddenly. His shocked stillness allowed her to gaze past the eyes, and down to the nose, covered in freckles and onto the mouth, which was pursed as he'd been blowing cool air onto her, and had been for the last ten minutes to the amusement of George and Fred, who had come up from the shop when George had rushed off to get him to show him "how stupid Ron was being", as Ron had been trying to wake Hermione up without touching her. Ron snapped out of his shock, and stood up from where he'd been kneeling beside Hermione, and she felt cold again, colder than before, and then confused. Ron was here, hadn't he been mean to her before, she subconsciously felt the bruise that had formed on her arm, and didn't notice Ron's hurt and guilty look, as he'd seen her do it.
"See," he declared, turning to face his hysterical brothers, "it does work." Fred held onto his sides, afraid that they might split, and George's actually did, as he'd eaten Fred's sidesplitting lollies Fred had been testing on unsuspecting people. (He'd been surprised when George had agreed so heartily). George was now trying to gather his sides back together, and Fred stopped laughing long enough to note something down in a notebook, and wave his wand at George to sew him up, before he was rolling around laughing again. George stood there, stock-still; still unsure as to what had happened, and whether or not he was dreaming or not as it was the first time Fred had played a joke on him.
Hermione pulled her blanket further over her body and covered her head with it, snuggling back down into the warmth of the safe and secure couch. Beside her, Ron sat down, pulling the blankets back off her head. He held them in his hands as she struggled to pull them back over her head. It was fun playing tug-o-war with the blanket, but finally, Ron had had enough and, destroying Hermione's fun, sat on his end, preventing her from getting it.
"Hermione…" He said, as Fred howled in the background and then cursed as George hexed him.
"Yes Ron." Hermione asked. Her voice was soft and her expression softer, but Ron knew he was treading on dangerous ground.
"I'm sorry for what I did before, with shaking you and yelling at you, and Harry is too, but we seriously thought you were this other you, who we found out isn't you, but someone disguised, so we've locked them in our dormitory, as there is nothing else in there for them to ruin and I'm just terribly sorry. Please, don't hurt me." He pretended to cower behind his hands, even though he was really scared, he didn't want Hermione or his brothers to know. He began to breath again when Hermione didn't yell at him. He lowered his hands, and found Hermione. She was sitting there with a horrible expression on her face. It was one mixed with loathing and absolute disgust; Ron hoped it wasn't for him. It wasn't.
"That foul, disgusting boy." Hermione screeched and flung herself up from the couch, but promptly fell back down, tangled in the blanket. She went to rise again, but an incredible weakness came over her and she sank back onto the couch and pulled the blanket around her once more, shivering.
"I feel sick." She moaned, and Ron stepped forward, and then back again rapidly, as Hermione vomited the contents of her stomach onto the floor. Fred looked at George guiltily. George was amazed once again.
"No." He said. "You didn't." Fred's eyes filled with guilt-laden tears.
"Yes, I did." He whispered, and George let out one hoarse laugh, before moaning about brothers and rushing off to grab a bucket and a towel. Hermione started to cry, the vomit still evident in her mouth. Ron cautiously edged forwards, wary of flying vomit, and sat on the couch beside her, where he cleared the hair from her face and tucked it behind her ears for her. He rubbed her back (and behaved un-Ron-like and like everyone wants their guy to act when they are sick – caring and gentlemanly).
There was nothing more to be done for Hermione, she'd been fed a vomiting vanilla viscous lolly, and the vomiting wouldn't stop till later, and the sickness wouldn't ebb till nighttime. It was Fred's new one, which was why it was such a new time length. This one was designed for all day sick days, when you wanted a day off, and the twist was that you actually felt sick. Ron wanted to stay with her, but George assured him that no harm would befall her, and Fred took him back to school, as it would be interesting to see who the intruder Hermione was.

Harry and Ginny had sat at the dormitory for quite a while. Since Ron and George had left, the sounds of ripping and ranting and raving had been heard through the door, and after an hour was up, the room fell silent. Relieved Harry had run down to the corridor and retrieved an old game in the corner called Monopoly. Ginny and he were bored. After snogging (a horrible English word for kissing – sorry, no offence, but seriously, snogging? Kissing sounds better) for a bit, there had been nothing else to do, so they decided today was a good a day as any to learn how to play the muggle game of monopoly. Harry was the hat, and Ginny claimed the dog, she actually thought it would move by itself and bark and be hers forever, but that was really, only something a magical being might think. So they read the rules, or Harry read the rules, while Ginny tapped on her dog with her wand and succeeded in turning it pink and making it jump off the board and electrocute Harry. As they started, they listened to the intruder in the dormitory, but couldn't hear anything. Ginny kept landing on free-parking, and would leap in the air in joy whenever she did, yipping for her dog, and pointing her finger at Harry, who took it good-naturedly, after all, he had bought all the places, as, being banker, he had assumed all the money was his, so had bought all the houses in the box. Ginny, however, was not losing. Her money supply never seemed to dwindle, possibly due to her stealing it from Harry, which was fair enough, seeing as he hadn't even given her her money at the start of the game. It was a good game, but it never seemed to end, and neither Harry, nor Ginny knew how to end it, so soon they were very bored, and rolling the dice, and moving almost mechanically. It was a relief when Ron returned, with Fred. Fred laughed when he saw them, and kicked over the board. Ginny started to protest, so he replaced it just as it had been, which quickly shut her up, and received her a glare from Harry, who hurriedly put the confusing and eluding game down. He secretly wondered how muggles could be so interested in such a simple and easy game. Ron told them Hermione was ill, which made Harry feel low, but he was soon assured it was not his fault, but Fred's. Fred grimaced. Together, they threw open the dormitory door, but no one charged at them, or hexed them, or did anything. Looking around the dorm, Ginny was the first to spot the intruder. He lay across Ron's bed, his face hid in the blankets, which were messed up and half-ripped. He was asleep. Tiptoeing over, they peered at him, and then jumped back in shock. It was Malfoy. His silver hair was flung haphazardly and lay shocked across Ron's pillow, and was half-covered by the blankets, which Malfoy held clung in his hands, as though afraid of the dark, or some unforeseen foe. As they watched, he writhed in the bed, and they noticed that he was wearing Harry's robes; Hermione's clothes were strewn about the room. The irony of it almost made Harry laugh, though his hands were clenched in fists of range, as he thought of why Malfoy had disguised himself as Hermione and why he had gone to all this trouble for what he called a "mudblood".
"He's drooling on my bed." Ron stated, and leapt forward, but was knocked back by Fred, and lay gasping on the floor.
"Take it easy, Fred." Ron gasped. Fred lunged forwards and grabbed hold of Draco, shaking him by the shoulders. Shocked, and looking scared, Draco came awake with a start, and screamed: "I didn't touch it, I swear." He screamed, but stopped when he saw who were talking. And then…..

I just had to leave a cliffhanger, sorry peoples.
By the way, are all these authors' notes really annoying, because I can cut down on them, or stop them entirely. Its up to you…please review.
It was longer!