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WELCOME TO CHAPTER THREE! Haha. And thx for even reading this far. Shocker. JkJkJk. So, I think I'm not gunna have any major problems until break is over. Which will be like chapter 5 or something. So yea. Don't kill me with your words.

'Cause everytime we touch, I get this feeling
And everytime we kiss, I swear I could fly

Draco about flew out of bed. But then he looked at the clock. "Ugh. What the fuck is the world doing? Being only 7:00… if I could, I would beat it up… oh no. I'm being insane again." Draco did his daily morning routine. Stare at himself in the mirror, take a shower, stare at himself some more, seeing as it was casual day, he put on a silk black shirt, but quickly took it off after deciding it was too formal, so then he pulled on a black and green Muggle shirt called a Polo. He thought it was quite abnormal looking. But since Hermione was muggle-born and that he no longer had anything against muggles or their inventions, he left it on. For pants, he wore plain black jeans. Once he was done doing everything, he practiced playing his guitar, (not that he needed practice. Seeing as he was a Malfoy and all.) until it was time for breakfast.

Hermione woke up at 8:00. She was quite groggy and stayed lying down, trying to make herself go back to sleep. Suddenly, she shot straight up and ran to the bathroom to get ready. Breakfast was in one hour! And she didn't want to wait until their "date" by the lake to see him again. Three hours seemed too far away. When she was ready, there were 20 minutes left until Breakfast. She ran down the stairs and made her way down the corridor. She turned the corner and CRASH!!

"Ouch." Hermione moaned, her eyes closed shut and her arms around her head.

"My bloody head! Ow! Watch where your goi- oh… I'm so sorry Hermione."

"Oh Draco, its ok. I ran into you really…"

Draco's eyes suddenly lit up and he jumped n top of Hermione, squeezing the air out of her in a hug.

"Oof. Dracu-gerroff-ofmwee! Wou-weigh-lika-ton!" she managed to say.

"What did you say? I can't understand you. Sounds like something big is on top of you."

"Wes! A(breath)big(breath)huge(breath)arrogant(breath)blue eyed(breath)with some grey in it(breath)prat!(breath breath breath)."

"I never knew you paid so much attention to my eyes." Draco said, smirking.

Draco propped his arms up on either side of Hermione and pushed himself off of her.

"Hey Draco?"

"Hmm?"

"You know what I said about us being friends?"

"Yea. What about it?"

"Well, our current position is pressing me to kiss you which would put us in a predicament seeing as we are just friends." She reasoned, being her logical self.

"Ohh yea…"Draco said, sighing. He really didn't mind if they kissed...

He kissed her on the cheek and started getting up. He laughed at Hermione because she started blushing.

"Don't laugh at me. It's not my fault that you… never mind."

Draco smirked at her and reached his hand down to her.

"Thanks." She muttered and grabbed his hand.

He pulled her up and flung her across his shoulder.

"DRACO MALFOY!!! PUT ME DOWN RIGHT NOW!!! THIS IS JEPORDIZING OUR PREDICAMENT AGAIN!! IT WILL LEAD TO… well, yea."

Draco put her down and laughed.

"Sorry (laugh)'Mione (laugh) I (laugh) couldn't (laugh) resist (laugh."

"Ha Ha it's so hilarious. "She said sarcastically, "But come on, we'll miss breakfast and I'm starving."

Hermione grabbed his hand and dragged him to the Great Hall.

When they finished eating, they hugged and promised to meet later by the lake.

Two hours later, Hermione walked out to the lake. It was freezing cold so Hermione had her thick robes and her Gryffindor scarf. She brushed snow off a large rock and sat waiting for Draco.

"Miss me?" a voice said from behind her.

She shot her head around and smiled.

"A little bit." she admitted.

Draco smirked… again.

"Knew you would."

"And you are always right. Aren't you Mr. Malfoy?"

"That I am Miss Granger. So come on, we are going to have fun in this frozen, above-ground hell."

"Sounds exciting."

"I'll insure you that it will be."

Draco stuck out his hand and Hermione got up.

"Friends can hold hands right?" he asked her smiling.

"I guess so." she giggled

They walked hand in hand for a while until they got to a large field a little ways away from the Herbology greenhouses.

"Come on!" Hermione laughed, pulling on Draco's hand to make him sit in the snow.

"Oh no. I don't mix with snow. Hot and cold don't go good together."

"Ha-ha so funny… now come."

Hermione pulled hard on his hand, but he was too strong. He let her pull him though, because he liked seeing her happy.

Hermione laid flat in the snow.

"Hey Draco." She said, turning her head towards him.

"Y-y-y-yea, H-h-h-hermion-n-n-n-ne." He said shivering.

"Lets make snow angels." She suggested.

"M-m-m-mione. I d-d-d-d-don't h-h-have my w-w-w-w-wand."

"No silly. Like when you lay down and move your arms and legs to make an angel shape. Muggles do it all the time."

Draco sat up, shaking snow from his pale hair. The sun made him sort of sparkle. And, its not as if she wanted to admit it, but he sort of looked like an angel, or at least her perception of one.

"What? I have something on my face?" Draco asked as he rubbed furiously at his face.

"No." she kissed him on the cheek. "Come on, let's make snow angels."

Draco brought his hand up to his cheek and rubbed the spot where she had kissed him. He ignored his current flow of thoughts and lay back down in the snow and started flailing his legs and arms around.

"Ha-ha. Draco, let me show you how to do it…"

Hermione got up and put her legs on either side of Draco and grabbed his arms.

He put them over his head and had to lean forward to make them straight.

"Uh, Hermione."

"Yea."

"Uh, our current position is compromising our current predicament… again."

Hermione suddenly realized how close she was to his face and quickly sat up.

"Sorry sorry sorry." She said.

Then she got off of him and laid back down, putting her arms up like Draco.

"Then, you spread your legs wide."

Draco looked at her like she was crazy. "WHAT!?"

Hermione laughed and rolled her eyes.

"You have a perverted mind. Just do it. Or do I have to do it for you?"

Draco quickly spread his legs.

"Now what?"

"You bring your legs together in the snow, and you do the same with your arms. Then you stand up, but without messing up your angel."

"Bloody hell Hermione."

Despite Draco's inability to do normal things, he managed to make an angel. The only problem, he couldn't get up.

"Hermione, I can't get up. I'm going to die here. Please come to my funeral. I give you my owl…"

"Draco, you're such a drama queen."

"You mean drama king thank you very much. I'm not a girl."

"Could've fooled me." Hermione muttered jokingly under her breath.

"Hey. That wasn't very nice."

"I was just kidding."

"You better be."

"Shut up."

"No."

"Yes."

"Make me."

"I would, but our friendship thing you know?"

"Ha-ha. Yea. Damn that friendship thing."

Hermione pulled Draco up and they started walking back to the castle, arms linked.