A/N: cliffie alert, sorry, had to do it, way too much fun to miss out on such an opportunity

(DM pov)

Journal, I have the most . . . amazing and wonderful news to share. My beloved Juliet is none other than Hermione Granger! Detention was pleasant; especially once I figured out she was Juliet. But when she walked into the Room of Requirement, oh Merlin, she was breath-taking. I wasn't expecting it to be her at all, but I am glad it was. I'm glad she was there. Now off to wake Blaize, I must tell him!

(HG pov)

Dear Diary,

My Angel is the amazing bouncing ferret. That's right, I've fallen in love with Draco Malfoy. Can you believe it? Me? And him? I know it's a completely un-Hermione thing to do, let alone what the Gryffindors will think, but I don't care. I had the most amazing night with him. I have to run and tell Ginny. Much too excited to sleep!!

ttyl,

Mione

(Omniscient pov)

"Blaize . . . Blaize . . ." whispered Draco as he stood next to Blaize's bed.

"Leamme alone Malfoy! Go to sleep!" Blaize grunted, swatting at the air, as if searching for a fly.

"Blaize, it's important."

"What do you have against the concept of a good night's rest??" Blaize's eyes slowly opened.

"Blaize . . ."

"Honestly it's not that hard, you just go to sleep and stay asleep until the sun comes out, ok?"

"Blaize, just stop fussing, I . . ."

"NO!!" Blaize sprung up and stood on his bed, attracting attention from his fellow dorm-mates who were waking up now. Honestly, could you sleep through this?

"I've been losing sleep. Every. Single. Night. All because of you and your stupid letters, I already went to Snape about it and he said he couldn't do anything, that, that you were allowed to write whenever and if I'm such a light sleeper then why don't I just take some pills or a potions, and, and, and I am tired of covering for you!! You're slacking off in classes. Your grades are still perfect, but only because I've been handing in double copies of the homework. What do you think I have to tell the other Slytherins when they hear you singing in the shower? You sing "It had to be you" and I have to tell them it's a project for Muggle Studies. Honestly, Rod Stewart is not only a muggle, but he also writes love songs. Love songs, Draco! Love songs!! Pansy is asking questions. You're off in la-la land and I have to deal with her. Why is my Drackie-poo so out of it? Is he sick? Why doesn't he love me? Who is the other woman? She is insufferable, she won't leave me alone. Have you not noticed that Slytherin keeps losing in Quidditch? You're too pre-occupied to see it. You keep missing the snitch, letting Potter get it from right under your nose. Literally, he did it last week!! I just want to sleep."

"Blaize, Juliet is Hermione." Draco whispered softly.

Blaize stopped ranting and looked at Draco incredulously.

"Granger?" Blaize basically screamed, his eyes almost popping out of his head.

Draco nodded.

"The same Granger I bumped into today?"

"Mmhmm . . ."

"The know-it-all?"

"The very same."

"Potter's side-kick? The bookworm? The girl you've picked on for all these years? The only person who makes better marks than you?"

Draco waited patiently for Blaize to let it al out. He waited for about five minutes, as the rest of the Slytherins went back to sleep, losing interest. Blaize finally sat down on his bed, Draco sitting next to him. Waiting for Blaize to continue, Draco began tapping his fingers until he heard Blaize sigh.

"The only question is, Draco, so you love her?"

"I . . . I don't know, I mean, I think that I, maybe, I could, statistically speaking . . ."

Blaize held up a hand to stop Draco.

"You think too much. It's a simple question. Do you or do you not love Hermione Jane Granger?"

"In time. Yes. I will, I do, I, I, I . . ."

"Need to sleep."

"Yes, sleep is, sleep is good."

"You kissed her, didn't you?"

"What? I did no such, no, how could you, no, I . . . how did you know?"

"You're glowing. Good night Draco, sleep, now!"

(In the Gryffindor common room)

"So why did you wake me up? What's so important?" Ginny asked sleepily.

"First of all, here is the chocolate. Two pounds, as promised," said Hermione as Ginny snatched the bag away from her, "and second of all. OH! MERLIN'S! BEARD!"

"What?! What?! What did the ferret do? Tell me! Did he make you drink the potion? OOOOHHHH!! I'll kill him!!"

"Ginny, Ginny, just eat the chocolate and relax. Draco did nothing of the sort." Hermione tried to get Ginny to calm down, while putting several pieces of chocolate in her own mouth.

Ginny's eyes widened.

"Excuse me? Draco?! Since when are you two on a first name basis with each other??"

"Um . . . um," Hermione stalled.

"Spill it now or I'll give your journal to the Patil twins!"

"Ok, ok, fine. Don't do something that drastic, I'll tell you, but you have to be quiet."

"Then spill!!"

"We're on a first name basis since, um, sincehewasnicetomeindetentionandturnedouttobemyangelandIkissedhimandnowwe'redating," Hermione said very quickly, trying to catch her breath, sticking more chocolate in her mouth out of nervousness.

"I'm sorry," Ginny said teasingly, "but I didn't happen to catch that. Would you mind re-, repeating that?"

"Um, well, we're on a first name basis since," Hermione started bashfully, "since, he, um, was nice to me in detention. He paid me a genuine complement and he . . . turned out to be my Angel and I, we kissed and now we're dating."

Hermione held her breath, waiting for the explosion.

Ginny gaped at Hermione for a moment, then . . . she squealed (in a very high-pitched voice, mind you) at the top of her lungs. She was then joined by Hermione and then promptly by Lavender Brown. Eventually, they stopped.

"What are we squealing at?" Lavender asked excitedly.

"Hermione's dating Draco Malfoy. Hermione's dating Draco Malfoy. Hermione's dating Draco Malfoy," said Ginny in a sing-song voice.

Hermione blushed. Lavender let out a short squeal of excitement. Ginny promptly began jumping on the couch.

All this noise seemed to have woken up a few Gryffindor boys, because Harry popped his head down the stairs looking very worried.

"Are, um, you guys alright?" Harry asked timidly.

Immediately, Ginny fell off the couch and onto the floor with a loud BANG. Harry rushed over, lifted her bride-style onto the couch, and Hermione and Lavender winked at each other.

"Ginny, are you ok?" Hermione asked, giggling.

"She'll be fine; you guys go get some rest. It really is late, I'll stay with her," said Harry.

Lavender tip-toed towards the stairs, giggling madly, while Hermione followed her with a chocolate-induced grin splattered on her face. They watched from the shadows, stifling several giggles, as Harry gently pushed Ginny's hair behind her ear and put a pillow behind her head.

"Where does it hurt, Gin?"

"My, oww, stomach and, uh, ribs."

"Well, um, ok Gin, I'm going to have to," Harry cleared his throat nervously, "to have to, um, slide your shirt up a bit to see if anything's fractured or bruised or, ok?"

Ginny blushed and nodded.

"I trust you Harry. I know you won't try and pull anything, right?"

"Yeah, Gin, you can trust me. No funny business."

Ginny was so glad she slept in rolled-up soffees and spaghetti-strap tops. Harry turned her over so she was lying on her left side, facing him. He put his left hand on her leg, where her soffees met her creamy white skin and used his right hand to slide her shirt up a bit.

"Alright, Gin, I'm going to have to touch to see where it is . . . is that a tattoo?" Harry asked and Ginny blushed again.

"Yes, it's a hippogriff."

Harry was pleasantly surprised. Not only because Ginny had a tattoo that was clearly about him, but also because it was on her lower back. Way down on her lower back.

"Alright, tell me when it hurts."

Ginny just nodded.

Harry had barely put his left hand on her bare ribs, when . . .