They're a terrible match. There isn't a doubt about it. They fought like three year olds. Draco would admit to a terrible secret. Hermione would fall unconcious.

Draco revived her with a bucket of water. Hermione yelled at Draco. Draco yelled at Hermione. Hermione angrily stomped around the room. Draco reminded Hermione to keep quiet. Hermione told Draco to go to hell. Draco told her to go drown herself. Hermione sat down to let everything sink in. Draco summoned two drinks. The two of them chugged them down. They laughed. They cried. They cursed the world. They got kicked out of the the Head's Common Room by an angry and hormonal Severeus Snape. They said 'screw you' to strangers. They drank their sorrows away. They kissed underneath streetlamps, and ran through the rain, dancing. They sang so loud they woke China up, and they laughed so long, Voldemort just right out killed himself. They snogged in public and giggled at dissaproving glares. They sat on the park bench, holding hands, smiling, because the other's hand was so warm and it fit their just right. They shared secrets, and made their own. They joked, and they cursed the other into oblivitaion. They screamed so loud, everyone thought it was over, but then she kissed him so hard that everyone knew it would never end. They got matching tattoos, and jumped fencing. He mad her go wild, while she drove him insane. They had not one thing in common...

Except that they loved eachother so much it was scary.

And if that kind of love is scary, who would ever be afraid?


A/N: Okay, I'd like to reply to a review I've received...

Dear NOTE TO MADDIE!,

You're review made me laugh SO hard. I swear man, that was funny! I've updated it like you asked, I hope you're happy. =D

Love,

xXGoldie12Xx