A/N: 4:02 am. Still love you guys...As you might've heard from the last update of Book of Dramione, I'm pulling an all-nighter. Here's the second part of this fic...Probably the last. Can't see much I can do with it, honestly. I didn't think people would enjoy it so much... :P

"I love you, I love you, I love you, Said Draco to Hermione. I love you, I love you, I love you! Draco loves Hermione!"

Damn it, Peeves! Hermione cursed under her breath as the poltergiest sang another round of, "Draco loves Hermione." She was positive that the damned ferret was following the disturbing sound of the song, looking for her.

"HERMIONE, MY LOVE!"

Sometimes, she disliked being correct. Now was one of those rare times. "Let go of me, Malfoy." She muttered, attempting to pry his arm away from her shoulders. He held on, and she sighed deeply. "Malfoy," she said in a sickly sweet tone, that eerily reminded her of Umbridge. She shuddered.

"You're cold!" He said, almost accusingly. "Here, have my robe," before she could protest he had removed his black Slytherin robes and placed them on her shoulders. He smiled, pleased. "They look good on you."

Hermione didn't like how comfortable the robes felt. Shouldn't they...burn? They were in fact the clothes of the devil spawn himself, Draco Malfoy. They should be burning her! Not feeling comfortable... "I'm sure."

"You always look beautiful, though," he said, softly.

She squirmed. He shouldn't say stuff like that. It made her stomach feel weird...As if...She were to vomit. Yeah, that's it, she lied to herself. "Thank you," she said, curtly. "Let's go find, Slughorn, and get you cured, alright?"

"Cured?" Draco asked, confused. "Cured from what?"

"Love potion."

His eyebrows furrowed. "I'm not - "

"Yes you are. That's the only reason you're infatuated with me. You hate me."

"Doubt it. You're positively stunning."

Hermione growled, frustratedly. "Quit saying rubbish like that!"

"It's not rubbish!"

"It is coming from you," she countered.

"I love you," he whimpered.

She scoffed, and dragged him by the arm. "We need to get you back to normal. Now. This is creeping me out."

"I LOVE YOU!" He shouted, allowing the walls to echo his words. "I LOVE YOU - "

"Silencio," Hermione muttered.

He poked her in the shoulder with his wand, and made a hand gesture towards his mouth. "No," Hermione shook her head. "You're going to be silent until this is done with. Until you don't love me anymore."

"I'll always love you."

"What the - ?"

She saw a smirking 4th year pass by, and wave slyly over her shoulder. Hermione grunted, unamused. "Thanks a lot!"

"Welcome!" The under-classman shouted back.

"Insufferable fourth years..." She grumbled to herself, and swatted Draco's hand away as he attempted to draw air hearts with his fingers. "Stop - doing - that!" Hermione groaned as he stopped walking. "What? Move!"

"No."

"..."

"Granger, what did you do to me?" His eyes were narrowed.

The potion had worn off? The potion had worn off!

"Not important!" Hermione said, brightly. "The point is that you can leave me alone now and - wait a second." The potion hadn't worn off...It hadn't been 24 hours...So what the..."Malfoy you imbecile!" She growled, catching on.

Draco smirked. "You think I really would've swallowed that easily, Granger? Shame on you."

"You - you! UGH!"

He clucked his tongue. "Uh, uh." The grey orbs of evil that he called 'eyes' were wickedly amused, whereas Hermione was not at all. "Teach you to mess with a Malfoy when it comes to superiority."

"Idiot," Hermione mumbled, before gaining inspiriation. "Wait till I tell the whole school that you willingly proclaimed your love for me." She smirked as his face reddened.

"It was to prove a point!"

"They won't care," Hermione reasoned. "They just want gossip."

Draco cowered, aware that this was very much true. "You wouldn't..."

"I would."

"How about we put this behind us, and move on? Whatdya say, Granger?"

"No."

He sighed. "What do you want?"

"What do I want?" She repeated, thoughtfully. "Hm...You aren't allowed to call me 'mudblood' for the rest of eternity."

"Absolutely not, mudblood."

"HEY PARVATI!" Parvat Patil; Gossip goddess of Gryffindor. Hermione sure knew how to play her cards.

"Oh shite. Fine. No name-calling," he hastily agreed to her conditions.

She smiled. "And..."

"There's more?" He asked, in disbelief.

"Mmm...Just one more thing."

She kissed him, fearlessly.

If you asked her about it later, she'd complain it was from the fumes of the Amortentia.

This, however, was an utter lie.