(A/N: Sorry it took so long to write, but I was really waiting for a review and finally I got one. I think my story is going downhill, so if you have any ideas for me, then please tell me. I would greatly appreciate it. Please take a look at my other story, "Opportunities Don't Come Often" I'm hoping it will be better than I think this story is going. PLEASE review. It would make me so happy. Thanks so much for reading my story. Here it goes.)

"Well, you see, I realized that I was wrong in doubting Hermione's talents and I apologized for calling her a mudblood and for any other things I may have done. I've found that I really care for her. I blame my father, because he taught me that all muggleborns were unfit for life in the magic world. I know realize he was terribly wrong, and not right in the least bit." Draco explained.

Harry gave Ron a skeptical look. You could tell that the two of them didn't believe him for one bit.

Hermione noticed Harry and gave him a piercing look. "I'm sorry if you don't believe him about this, but I do, and if you have a problem with it then you can just....You can just....ARGH" She couldn't think of anything to say.

Ron, who thought this funny, sniggered from across the table. Hermione grabbed Draco's arm, stood up, and said, "Lets go dance, Draco."

Ron looked at Harry and his lips moved to say, "What did I do?"

The dance went on and nothing interesting happened, except for when Neville tripped into the punch bowl and drenched two other girls, along with himself, in punch.

That night, the prefects were patrolling the halls on their duties. Ron and Hermione were assigned to patrol the same corridor and they weren't happy about it. It was particularly small and they did their best to keep away from eachother, though it wasn't working very well.

Ron was feeling very bad about having hurt Hermione's feelings. He tried to go up to her a few times to apologize, but nothing came out when he opened his mouth.

Ron walked up to Hermione, and tapped her on the shoulder. She wheeled around with her arms across her chest. Ron opened his mouth and couldn't find the words, so turned around and began to walk the other way. Hermione grabbed his arm and turned him to face her.

"Why don't you just spit it out, Ron?!?!?!?! Why don't you just apologize so you don't feel like you finally pushed me over the edge with your idiotic humor. Why don't you just explain to me why you do this, Ron???? WHY???"

He took her face in her hands and kissed her lips with the fiery passion that neither of them had ever experienced in their lifetimes. He pulled out of the kiss and Hermione stared at him with a blank expression on her face....

Meanwhile, in the castle, two other prefects were talking together in hushed voices.

Prefect 1:"I told you I could do it."

Prefect 2:"Yeah, you're right. You are the best."

Prefect 1:"See. I am the great one."

Prefect 2:"Shut up"

Prefect 1:"But there's just one problem."

Prefect 2:"What?"

Prefect 1:"I think I'm falling in love with her."

Prefect 2 was speechless he just shook his head in disappointment after a while. They departed ways without saying another thing...

(A/N: I think I've finally figured out how this story is going to go. It will be coming to an end after a few more chapters. Unless I can think of more to write. But not to worry, I will continue working on some other stories. Thanks for reading. I'll try to post the next chappie as soon as possible. Please review.)