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Draco: Do not… And I mean that; do not attempt to act black.

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Draco: No you just have a year around tan.

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Draco: XX

Chapter 3:

"See you in a month and a half." Harry murmured, giving Hermione a goodbye kiss. Hermione did her best to keep her mind on Harry.

Harry, Harry, Harry… doesn't have the skill Draco does with his tongue…NO! Harry, Harry! Hermione pulled away from Harry. Just tell him…he'll blame Draco not you…Hermione nodded to herself and looked at Harry. "Harry, last night-" Hermione started to say, but Harry cut her off and pulled her in close.

"I know; I know Hermione, and its fine. You were stressed and you needed to release." Harry said. Hermione pulled away again and stared wide-eyed at him. He's okay with it? That's not even possible. Hermione tried to speak again, but once more Harry stopped.

"Look Mione, you fell asleep in the library again, it's fine. You can make it up to me over the summer." He said letting her go and kissing her on the forehead. He bent down and picked up his bags, mentioning something about time and heading out the door. "I'll owl you." He called over is shoulder heading down the head stairs and out the portrait.

Hermione just stood there. Mouth agape, and dumbfounded… (And we all know that doesn't happen often) What just happened! Hermione thought to herself. She didn't even want to try to figure that out. All she knew was that she'd just gotten out of explaining why she hadn't seen Harry yesterday without having to speak, let alone tell him the truth. Ugh, whatEVER.

Hermione walked and closed the door with a push. Looking around at her new room, head girl… Hermione sighed. "This position sounded so much better 4 months ago… oh." Hermione stopped. It was four months now. She hadn't really been counting… "Merlin, it still feels like 4 days."

She turned and looked in mirror. She'd didn't look like it had been 4 days though. She looked like 4 years. "Bugger, Draco, you owe me hell… pure hell for what you put me through." She looked at her skin; it still had a slight glow to it, but not what had once had. She was thinner that was for sure. At least she didn't look anorexic. Bright brown eyes… dull. "Draco, you…" her eyes caught sight of grey. "…Are in my room. Why are you in here!" she shouted at him. He'd been standing in the corner or her room. Just staring at her.

He moved forward and she moved back. Looking for something anything to throw at him. Shampoo bottle! It was an old fashioned bottle so it was made of glass. She loved old fashioned things…

"Draco leave my room." She said as sternly as possible. He took another step forward and smirked.

"Are you planning on throwing that at me?" he asked pointing at the bottle in her hand. Hermione looked at the bottle, suddenly feeling like a child. She shook her head.

"Yes… yes I am. Now get out." She said, trying to still sound stern. He nodded.

"Okay…" he said. Hermione sighed. Finally, some good luck. She thought. "Throw it at me." Hermione stared… wha… "Throw the bottle at me."

Hermione stared at him breathing hard. She didn't want to throw it… she just wanted him to leave.

"I knew you couldn't throw it at me." He said coming closer. Hermione's expression changed, a sudden anger coming over her. She gripped the bottle tight and hurled it at Draco's head.

"Son of a bitch!" she screamed. Draco barely evaded the bottle that was flung at him. His jaw dropped, as he looked at the broken glass on the floor and shampoo on the wall. "You just threw that at me!" he shouted, breathing hard. Then stopped and smirked again. "Where was that fire when-" he was cut off by Hermione throwing more things at his head.

"Get out! Get out off my bloody room!" she screeched, throwing that last of her dresser items at Draco. He seized the opportunity and pinned her arms to the door. Breathing hard again from dodging Hermione's softball throws.

"Calm-down." He growled. He couldn't see the fury in her eyes. She wanted him dead. Or at least something close to it.

She was attempting to free her arms the best she could, as Draco just stared at her. "Mimi" he whispered… Hermione stopped struggling and looked up at him. Eyes wide for the third time that day, wide and searching. He leaned in and kissed her, and she kissed him back. Not thinking of what she was doing. It didn't take long for her to realize though. She turned her head away and groaned.

"This could have been so much easier on… why?" she murmured, looking him in the eyes. She closed her own eyes and banged her head against the door.

"Hermione…" Draco said. She banged her head again, and again. Until she broke her door mirror and knocked herself unconscious…

Flash Back

"Hermione… Mimi wait." Draco said trying to grab his things out of her house. "Hermione." He shouted at her. She whipped out her wand and pointed it at his face. He stepped back. Hermione was breathing and crying and pissed off beyond all belief.

"Get the fuck… out of my house and my life." She growled.

"Mimi-" Hermione cut him off.

"Don't fucking me that ever again." She spat. Using her free hand to wipe away the tears.

"But let me explain…" he begged. Hermione bit her lip and closed her eyes… she fighting the urge to agree with his pleas. She groaned/growled at him, and pointed her wand at his things. Shouted something and sent his belongs up in flames.

"What the bloody fuck!" he yelled looking at Hermione's little bonfire. The wand pointed back at him. She stared at him coldly.

"You're next, leave… please." She whispered last part. Draco nodded, and backed up slowly, all the way to the end of the walkway. Hermione couldn't take it anymore; she turned her head and closed her door.

End Flashback

Hermione opened her eyes…

Hermione's POV

Where the hell… I looked around realizing that I was still in Hogwarts. Ugh, my head. No more banging my head on things. Whew, it's cold in here. I looked down; I was clad only in a cloak and… I inhaled, Draco's cloak from the smell of it. Draco. "Draco?" I called out, not able to stop myself.

"Look to your left." I heard him say. I turned my head. "Your other left." I turned my head to the other side. There he was smirk like always… and nude as a newborn babe! I looked down at myself again. Why the hell are we both naked! We did he do? And was it something with me?

"Why the hell am I naked?" Asked looking him in the eye as I sat up.

He shrugged and said as if it were the simplest question in the world. "I didn't want to have to struggle with take them of later." My jaw hung open. My eye twitched.

I nodded my head and threw his cloak at him. Bad move. Now I had no clothing, and believe me he noticed.

"Oh, no." he said with fake worry. "Now you are totally nude. What to do? Or is more of a question of who?"

(A/N) I know you're probably cursing me out right now… (Are you done yet?) Fabulous! Well, I thank everyone so far for the review, much obliged. Um, I gave you a tiny flashback. Only wanted to give you a little bit. Hope you like this chapter. Um, give me feed back. And thanx much for bit I've gotten already. I'll start making the chapters longer soon, but this is the beginning and I don't want to give away to much. Even though I know that you're dying inside!

Um incase someone wonders it was like a 3 months and 30 days, since that incident that you want to know about. That was in the last chapter. This chapter made it 4 months officially! Ha-ha you're dying to know.