Hello stranger,

Back again, you must be getting sick of me updating so much

Okay I couldn't really figure out what J would stand for (i.e had a brain sdigidspoerem) but then I watched the first Harry Potter movie again (they are such DORKS in the first movie, it's hilarious. They're adorkable.) And I came up with this thing. Don't know how it ends at the moment, so bear with me.

Idea from UbiquitousPhatom, read the original! "A to Z"

Onto J

J is for Jacket

Hermione sat peacefully on the banks of the Hogwarts lake reading a well thumbed copy of Hogwarts: A History. She read the book now and again simply because it transported her back to her childhood when she was convinced that the world was innocent and everyone actually had good intentions. But the many years spent fighting off people who only hated her just because of she wasn't born into their world had taught her not to be so naive.

She turned a page carefully and sighed and looked the sky. The weather had been nice for quite a while and barely anyone stayed inside anymore. A Gryffindor tie hung loosely around her neck and her plain white button down was unbuttoned at the top and her sleeves were rolled up. Her shoes lay beside her (in a neat pile, with the socks folded beside them) and the jade grass was soft under her. She hadn't felt this relaxed since... ever.

"Look what we have here? The mudblood's all alone, where's Pottyhead and Weaslebee?" She visibly winced as an all too familiar voice drawled behind her and a girlish giggle accompanied it. She should just ignore them, and maybe they would go away.

"Hey mudblood? Pay attention to me, I'm more important than you and you should pay respect to people more powerful than you" The voice continued on. The Gryffindor tensed her shoulders but continued pretending to read. The words had started dancing across the page and she found it hard to focus as she got angrier.

When a pale hand descended into her vision and snatched the book away from her she jumped up snarling, forgetting about ignoring her "enemies".

"Give the book back ferret," Hermione spat at Draco who regarded her warily, the memory of being punched in Third Year still fresh in his mind, even after four years. The handsome face of Blaise Zabini and the pug like face of Pansy Parkinson glared at her from either side of Draco Malfoy.

"What's wittle mudblood going to do?" Even though he had helped them during the war somewhat, he still acted as if they were below him. Smirking in all his glory he crossed his arms over the tattered version of Hogwarts: A History. He had become the bane of her life having become Head Boy, and she actually had to share a living place with him.

"Malfoy give me the book, or else I'll give you a little reminder of what happened in Third Year." He frowned a little bit but went back to his trademark smirk soon enough.

"You wouldn't dare."

"Oh I would, I've fought people much more powerful than you lot. And I've won." She smiled smugly at the three glaring in front of her and raised her eyebrows as if to say Beat that. "Now give me the book"

Draco shook his head obstinately and held it above his head. "Come and get it, or are you too short mudblood?" Hermione jumped up at down trying in vain to get back the book while Draco's followers laughed in the background. As she jumped again he pushed her a little bit and losing balance she fell back into the lake.

Hermione came back to the surface sputtering for breath and coughing. Draco, Pansy and Blaise were practically crying with laughing so much. She started to get out until she remembered what she was wearing, scowling she started to swim away from the shore.

"What the hell is that mudblood doing?"

"She's going to get herself killed!" Draco said stripping off his jacket and taking off his shoes and socks.

"Dray, don't be ridiculous, just let her kill herself. She's just a mudblood after all." Pansy bleated in the background.

"I don't want to be held responsible for the Head Girl's death!" He muttered darkly diving into the murky depths of the water. As soon as he had swam a few strokes he regretted diving in. The water was full of unknown objects that touched him, and it just made him shiver. When Draco finally reached Hermione he was trying to contain girlish screams.

"Granger, what the hell are you doing?"

"I thought a nice swim would be quite nice in this weather," she spat viciously while treading water.

"Get back to shore before the Giant Squid eats all of us!"

"Nonsense, the Squid has never eaten a student before! And I think it might be dead... There has been a rotten smell around here for quite a while." She said matter-of-factly and continued treading water.

"Come on Granger! I'm freezing and there's all these weird creatures in the lake, and I left my wand in the common room!"

"I can't" She said a little desperately.

"Why?"

"I'm wearing a white shirt Malfoy!"

"Well so am I... Stop being so fussy, this is hardly the time to be talking about fashion Grang- Oh. Oh." Draco's eyes widened a little bit as he realized the rather troublesome problem they had. "Well... you could just bend down to conceal, your um... stuff."

"I think not Malfoy!"

"Okay fine, I'll give you my jacket and we'll cast a drying spell or something."

"Neither of us have wands"

"Then we'll just go up wet Granger, I honestly wouldn't care if we danced to the castle in ponchos and fake mustaches as long as we get out of this damn lake!" Ignoring her weird looks he began to swim to shore.

"I'm not getting out in front of your... friends." She called out behind him. Sighing in annoyance he shouted out to Pansy and Blaise to leave and they happily complied. They both swam back and Draco was the first to get out.

"Here's my jacket, wear it and it'll cover your um... stuff." He said throwing it nearer to her.

"Turn around." Ignoring his annoyed What? she patiently repeated, "Turn around, I don't want you seeing me in the state I currently am in." Sighing in a dramatic way he turned around. "Are you completely turned around?"

"Yes Granger! Now wear the damn jacket!" Hermione quickly got up and slipped the jacket on. They both began the trudge back to their common room, ignoring the looks they got from various people and the whispers that followed them.

When they arrived they cast drying spells and Draco ran off to his room to shower enough to get the lake off of him, and she sat down in front of the fire snuggled in his jacket.

"Granger, what did you do with my jacket?" He called out, arriving in his night clothes and wet hair. Seeing her cuddled into it, his heart strings twanged a bit but ignoring it he cried out, "Granger, give it back, it's not yours!"

"But I like it."

"I like it too, which is why I bought it!" She made no move to give it back so he stomped over to her and after a huge struggle they both ended up sitting side by side on the couch with Hermione's left arm in the left sleeve and Draco's right arm in the right sleeve. They sat in silence for a while both broodingly staring into space.

"Fine Granger, have it your way, take the fucking jacket! It's got your germs on it anyways." Hermione smiled gleefully and kissed him on the cheek and somehow took the jacket off both of them and ran into her room. Draco touched his cheek and ran after her into her room.

"What the hell is this?" He said pointing at the cheek where she had so delicately kissed him.

"A cheek? I mean no, not a cheek. A freckle? What? I can't make out anything you're saying."

"It's a kiss! The place where you placed your lips and kissed! Why Granger, why would you do that?" She shrugged and he got even angrier. "That's not even the proper way to kiss someone!"

"Well how do you properly kiss someone oh Lord Malfoy?" Setting his jaws Draco crossed the room in two steps and kissed her on the lips. When there was no response to his kiss, he started to pull away when she grabbed his face and kissed back with more passion than he had expected.

When they broke apart, Hermione pulled the jacket tighter around her and stared at him with confusion in her eyes.

"Who knew muggles were good at kissing." He remarked after minutes of awkward silence. Kissing the glare off her face, he sat down next to her and held her hand because it seemed like the right thing to do.

"What happened to my book?"

"Shut up, I gave you my jacket." She squeezed his hand tighter and the two opposites found themselves hoping no one would find them together, because in the most cliche way, together sounded good with forever at the moment.

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AND SCENE!

"You spin my head right round, right round, when you go down, when you go down down."

That is one of my favourite dancing songs, no idea why, it kinda just is a song I always dance to if it comes on

Anyhoo, whadya think? Love? Hate? Unsure? Constructive criticism appreciated, and if you think it's crap tell me why =] And lurkers leave reviews.

xx kisses

The Queen of Lunacy

P.S. I think I kinda failed with this chaper XD