Yay, I think people are really taking to this story... Sorry I haven't updated in a while, but I've been busy with all my other stories (One is like half-way through or more, I could say) and BREAKING DAWN!! :D I won't spoil it right now though...

Well, review if you like (you better like).

Hope you like the little Twilighting thing I put in. I couldn't resist! ;)

Read on, friends, read on!

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Chapter 3: Hermione's Turn

Hermione strummed her fingers over the guitar, singing softly in a small voice. Enclosed in the privacy of her dormitory, it felt better being alone. Not having Lavender poking her skinny face in asking if that racket was her. Or having the other girls point until she felt her face go red.

She sat quietly for a minute, listening for the sound of Draco walking up the stairs. No way did she want him to catch her playing. He would only call her names and laugh for the rest of the year. Not that she cared what he thought.

She went back to the song she was trying to write for Ron for Christmas. Christmas was a while away, but she needed all the time she could get... See, she could write five essays for McGonagall, and get Outstandings to boot, but when it came to songs... you shouldn't even ask.

She sang out loud on the last line she was working on, then heard a thump near the door. She twisted her head quickly, then not seeing anyone (yet!), she thrust her guitar in its case, then under the bed. She grabbed a book just in time to see Draco walk through the door with a sigh and throw his bag on his bed.

"Broken record in here, Granger?" Draco said with a chuckle as he laid out on his bed.

"What are you talking about, Malfoy?" she snapped, feeling her skin turn a bright shade of red. He didn't hear her, did he?

"Oh, I just thought I heard a record singing the same line over and over... That is the definition of a broken record." He said, confused.

"Oh... no, nothing wrong here!" she said a little too brightly, then went back to pretending to read her book.

"Ah... well, the Weasel wanted me to give you a message." He said as he took out his quill, and what Hermione saw to be a letter to his mother.

"Really?" she could feel her face immediately brighten. "What?"

"Like I'm really going to do something for him?" he asked, then shook his head. "He's downstairs. I let him in our common room."

She jumped off the bed, then pretended to mark her spot. "Ok, well see you." She quickly brushed her hair out and ran to the door.

"Oh, yeah, Granger?" Draco asked, as she put her hand to the door. She opened it and looked back.

"What?" she asked.

"Next time you 'pretend' to read a book, make sure it's not upside down." He pointed to the book, which was marked with the bookmark sticking down at the bottom.

Hermione made a face and walked out of the room, while Draco laughed louder than she'd ever heard him.

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"Ron?" she called as went down the last flight of steps.

"Hey, 'Mione, how was your day?" Ron made a face, and motioned to her room.

"As well as can be expected." She grimaced slightly, and he chuckled.

"Well, I'm here to make it all better." He said, and started to kiss her.

After about fifteen minutes, she broke apart. "What did you want to tell me, anyways?"

Ron looked slightly mussed and confused. "Oh, yeah, I can't do Hogsmeade next weekend." He tried to start kissing Hermione again, but she jumped off the couch.

"What d'you mean, 'can't do Hogsmeade'?" she asked angrily. They had made very big plans, their first time in Hogsmeade to be, well, teenagers, in a while.

"Sorry, but Harry's called practice. We have to work the new kids." He made an apologetic face.

"Well, alright," she said sadly. "Next time?"

"For sure, 'Mione. You know I want to be with you." He said, with force.

She smiled slightly, and he got up and started kissing her again.

"Ahem."

Ron and Hermione jumped apart. Draco rolled his eyes, and started walking across the common room.

"Get out!" exclaimed Ron.

"Hey, stop it Ron, it's his common room too." Hermione said quietly.

"Pssh. Like I care what your Weasel thinks, Granger. But I've got to eat. See you after dinner." Draco opened the door and disappeared behind it.

Ron shook his head and started to go back, but Hermione stopped him. "Malfoy's right. I'm hungry. I'll see you down at the Great Hall." Hermione squeezed his hand.

"Alright. See you in there." Ron left and five minutes later after making herself presentable, Hermione left to go downstairs.

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Hermione sat down next to Harry, and grabbed some roast beef. "Where's Ron?"

"I dunno. Said he had something to take care of." Harry said, looking through a pile of papers and trying to eat at the same time.

"Okay." Hermione looked to Ginny. "How's Quidditch going?"

"Great. I think Edward is really improving, and so is Jacob. Did you know Jacob is related to the Blacks?" she asked Hermione as they looked toward the table, and waved at a pale boy with bronze hair, reminding her of Cedric Diggory, who had died two years ago, and a muscular guy with russet colored skin and black hair sticking up in all directions.

"No way? Really?" Hermione said, then took another bite. "I guess he could be. His last name Black too?"

"Yep. Harry really likes him. He's a great Beater. Edward Cullen is also a great Chaser. Really amazing."

Harry cut in. "Jacob is really good. Lots of potential. Cool to talk to. Lots of stories about Sirius' cousins. They are so wild. Wilder than Sirius, and we all know that's hard to beat."

Hermione and Ginny burst out laughing.

Hermione started scanning the Great Hall. She couldn't find a sign of him. Where had he gone? He hadn't mentioned needing to study, or doing anything else? She was half-way between standing and sitting at the table, running her eyes across the room to see if he started as conversation with someone else at another table.

Something finally caught her attention. She saw Draco Malfy looking at her with an expression resembling pity, arrogance, and superiority, along with sympathy.

"I bet I know where he is." He mouthed.

She furrowed her brows.

"You can't figure it out? Pathetic." He mouthed, then turned back to his conversation.

"Who are you looking at, Hermione?" Harry started looking through the crowd like she had.

"Nothing in particular." she said, then packed up her things, and got up. She said her good-byes to Harry and Ginny, resigned to the fact that Ron wouldn't be making it to dinner that night.

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"Where d'you think he was at?" Hermione asked Draco later that night, as they did their patrols.

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you," Draco said as they walked through the fourth floor.

Hermione made a face. "Try me."

Draco rolled his eyes. "See I'll tell you, but then you'll get all defensive, too defensive because you'll know I'm right and you won't be able to stand it; and then I'll get yelled at because you can't take the fact that your all-knowing mind might've skipped over something."

"I promise I won't." She crossed her heart.

Peeves floated over them, and started to mess with Hermione's hair, tugging and knotting it. Draco blasted him off with a curse, while Peeves floated off screaming and holding his now severed arm.

"Er... thanks." Hermione said, trying to untangle her hair.

Draco raised his eyebrows, but said nothing.

"Come on, Malfoy, tell me! I won't yell at you!!" Hermione exclaimed, tugging on his left arm. He quickly pulled his arm away, looking at her with a surprised expression.

Hermione felt her face turn bright red again. Why did this always have to happen?

She didn't pester him anymore, and they stayed a good two feet away from each other as they finished their duties for the night.

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Okay, not as long as I would've wanted, but I've got a house to clean :O Sorry. Anyway, I've got more stuff I want to do in Draco's POV.

I don't know about others, but as far as actual book reading goes, and writing fanfiction go, My fave. characters are COMPLETELY DIFFERENT!

Like for books I like Harry, Ron, and Sirius. And Fred and George.

In fanfiction I LOVE THE MARAUDERS (except Peter) and Draco... and Ginny.

I love all the characters up there, and many others, it's just you don't hear about the young Marauders enough in the books, you know?

Anyway review, and see if you can catch the Twilighting moment...

KAY