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A/N: Thanks to everyone who reviewed! I'm sorry it took so long for this one to come out...I was sick for a week and a day, so I couldn't muster up the energy for me to update, but I did think about what is going to happen later. Oh, and please excuse some language that may provoke some of you. I'm sorry if it does. I hope you enjoy this one!

Answer to a review from Whispered Words: Thank you Whispered Words for reviewing. I gave Hermione a drastic personality change because I know people who have been in situations sort of alike to what happened to her, and they have changed. I can't say I based the problem on my friends' conflicts, because I didn't. I just made Hermione's problem a little different, and I tried to make it dramatic and life-changing. If I had broadcasted my friends' really terrible predicaments here (that I know can really change someone's personality), not only would they cry, but so would I. My friends have been hurt in a way that is somewhat similar, and the change may have been subtle to others, but not for me. I'm not sure if I have answered your question, or if I have been going in circles about nothing, but if you're still confused, I don't know what else to say. I'm sorry. I hope you will enjoy the rest of this story.


Draco smiled maliciously at the frightened Hermione that lay underneath him, pinned by the arms to the cold, marble floor.

It's my turn to make her suffer... Draco thought malevolently.

Then, holding both her wrists with one hand, he took his free hand and slowly trailed his fingers across Hermione's stomach, making her squirm under his grasp. Suddenly, Draco's handsome face closed the gap between his head, and Hermione's, quickly brushing her lips with his own.

Wow. That was the briefest, yet sweetest kiss I've ever shared. Wow. Hermione told herself. She was in awe. She was completely shocked. Yet...she was in total bliss...

Until Draco started tickling her...

Hah! Gotcha' right where I want you...

"Hm-hahahahahahaha! Dra-oh-Dra-hahahahahahahahahahahahahaha! AAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! DRAC-ahahahahahahaha-Draco! Hahahaha! Stop! Please, ahahahahahahahahahaha, st-hahaha-op! Hahahahaha!" Hermione managed to choke out.

"Ah ah ah, Granger! You tortured me before, and now you're getting your just deserts...Hm, funny. I never thought of you as a ticklish person. You'd think someone who didn't know how to have fun, wouldn't be ticklish...it doesn't match your personality. Hm, oh well." Draco taunted, still creeping his fingers all around Hermione's abdominal area.

Fast Forward...

Hermione was on the floor, clutching her stomach from the pain of laughing too hard. She was gasping desperately for her breath to return, while Draco sat on the bed with a content look on his face.

"What's with the evil smirk, Malfoy? Since when are you allowed to be happy?" Hermione questioned in anger.

"Oh, I was just thinking about how the saying, 'Revenge is sweet', is so, so true." Draco replied, his smile growing three times larger.

"Just go and burn like you should, Malfoy." Hermione told him through clenched teeth.

Ouch. Tough words from a tiny girl... Draco mused. And then he stayed silent. Neither of the two spoke a word in the ten minutes that followed, until Hermione inquired softly, "Don't you think this is a little weird?" She sounded a little worried.

Think what is a little weird? The things we've been doing to each other? Yeah, those things are more than weird...They're downright stupid, but we still do them for pure entertainment. Draco thought

When Draco made no gesture that suggested he was going to answer her, she continued frantically, "I mean, we've been stuck here for more than a day or two now, I'm starving, no patients have come here, Madame Pomfrey hasn't checked in, the door is still locked, and no one has tried to find us! What's going on!"

Oh...That's what she's talking about. Draco silently sighed to himself, and then started to think about what Hermione was saying.

Draco had been listening to Hermione's ranting and thoroughly thought about what was truly happening. "I think..." he started, but then stopped again. Hermione was curious about what Draco was going to say, but she didn't urge him to say anything more. She hated to admit it, but if both of them were to get out of the room without being torn to pieces by the other, she needed him. Hermione figured that if she annoyed him too much when he could be of some assistance to her, Draco might decide to let her rot alone is a sad, dark corner. So she stayed silent.

Then, out of the blue, Draco motioned Hermione over and spoke in a very quiet manner, as if he were afraid someone would overhear what he would say. "I think," he repeated, "that we're being watched. That someone is doing this on purpose, and keeping us away from everyone else. I think we're an important part of history, and this person is trying to change the future."

Hermione heard this, and all she could think was, 'preposterous...' But deep in her mind, she knew that a part of her would bet almost anything that Draco was right for once in his life, and that both of them would have to be cautious about every move they made...

"So what are we going to do?" Hermione questioned softly, suddenly very aware of the fact that she was scared, and believed what Draco was telling her.

"We act like we get along. They must have locked us in here so that we'd be at each other's throats right? We do it at school all the time. I'm betting they wanted us to...um...ahem each other when they locked us up." Draco dragged his finger across his throat to show that he meant 'kill' as he said "ahem".

Hermione gave a little gasp and stared at Draco. No. Way. No. Fricken. Way. I'm alone with Draco Malfoy because some idiot wants me to kill him and vice versa! Great...and now to top everything off, I have to get along with him so we can both live...This is such b.s. Hermione thought bitterly.

"Fine," Hermione gave in, "I guess the first step is to...uh...is to..." Hermione hesitated. She didn't want to get along. The two have been enemies ever since the first year of Hogwarts! If being nice to each other wasn't changing history, she didn't know what was. Hermione most definitely did not want to start getting all touchy-feely with Draco (in the friendly way), and did not want to act like friends.

Goodness this is going to be hell on earth...Draco whined inwardly. She had better not suggest we get all friendly with each other, because that wouldn't happen even if my important life depended on it! Slytherins can sink low, but they would never go that low...

Both Draco and Hermione were silent, searching for something that could possibly start a slow and reluctant friendship.

"I guess," Hermione offered, "we could start by calling each other by first name?"

"Uh, yeah. Sure, whatever." Draco slowly but surely agreed.

So the Gryffindor and the Slytherin began to build an alliance. And though unknown to both of them, Draco and Hermione would lead their "partnership" to a friendship...something that would give them the power to change the world in the future...

Meanwhile, lurking in the dark shadows of an undetectable area, eyes darted back and forth, following and listening in on the pair of sixteen year olds.

A/N: Sorry I have so many notes:) Thanks again for reviewers. I know this one isn't terrific, and I'm sooo sorry about that. I hope you enjoyed it, though. Oh, and btw, the unknown "eyes" won't be revealed until I'm well into the story...maybe in the middle somewhere. I already have that part written, I just don't have the stuff leading up to it...But you'll find out what's going on later. Oh, I forgot to tell you, Draco and Hermione have been locked up together for about three days now. Haha, I'm so mean...I haven't given them food...Okay, well, thanks for reviewers! Um, what does R&R mean?