Hermione Granger.

She's staring at me.

I'm in my underwear.

Story of my life.

Then she kind of smiles

says, "You're not the only one."

And I,

in all my intelligence,

reply, "Huh? What? Wha-"

and she interrupts me

with another quick smile.

"Everybody's freaking. Something went wrong yesterday."

"No shit," I find myself saying

then regretting.

WHY did I have to say that?

I must have sounded horribly rude.

And if it weren't for her

I wouldn't care

but she's here

so I do

and I regret.

"I'm sorry!" I blurt out

"I mean..."

"It's a spell. A curse, really," Hermione tells me.

"I've been talking with the house elves

they haven't been affected by it

like we are.

It seems that the guys are acting like they would if they were...

female.

And vice versa, of course."

"You're so smart!" I exclaim

and then regret another thing I've said.

MERLIN,

can't I say ANY BLOODY THING right?

GRR.

Yup. I just internally growled.

Wow.

"That's an interesting proposition," I add

trying to look all smart like she does

when she talks

answers questions in class

stuff like that.

"What do you think will happen now?" she asks me.

"I don't know," I say quietly

"everything's so confusing

and weird

strange

like I can't get a handle on anything.

Every time I've nearly caught up with it

it goes away again

and leaves me in the dust

breathless.

Is this how it always feels like to be a girl?

No wonder you always act like such bitches!"

More regret.

Merlin.

And why do I keep telling her everything?

I'll freak her out.

Grr.

At least she's not mad at me-

Hermione is laughing.

"You get used to it," she says.

"And being guyish...

wow.

I mean, can I tell you something?"

"Of course!" I say quickly

nervously smiling.

Hermione leans in close

and whispers,

"I don't like reading when I'm like this."

"MERLIN! Seriously? But you're...

you're...

Merlin, you're Hermione Granger!

WE'RE ALL GOING TO GO MAD!

THE WORLD IS ENDING!

I CAN'T BELIEVE IT!

WHAT ARE WE GONNA-"

"Draco," Hermione cuts in.

"Oh. Sorry. I've been freaking out a lot lately."

"Yeah."

"Yeah."

"Hey, Draco?"

"Yeah?"

"I was going to ask Ron or Harry, but they're kind of...

being crazy, you know?"

I nod.

What's she going to ask me?

Maybe marriage.

No, what am I thinking?

"Could you teach me to play quidditch?

I'm feeling this... this DRAW to play it

so I might as well, right?"

"MERLIN!"

I've got to stop saying that!

But...

Hermione playing sports?

Hermione not reading?

Hermione not with Harry or Ron?

Hermione with ME?

Playing QUIDDITCH?

Merlin.

A/N: So, hello, wonderful readers! I just realized I haven't said that yet, so... hi. Sorry for the short chapter, but I'm off to see HP7part2 in a few minutes (FINALLY! I'm very excited.) so I wanted to quickly update this. So, I changed the title of this story from "Fighting It" to "Cry No More" which you might have noticed if you have this on story alert and have been reading since I started this.

Ha, I made myself a cardboard sword to bring when I see the movie, and I've named it Neville in honor of his epicness... I can't wait to see him in the movie! :D

Kudos to whoever reviews, even if it's to tell me to not write such long author's notes and longer chapters! :)