Draco's POV

Blaise and I left Crabbe, Goyle, and Theo in the bathroom throwing suds at each other. I rolled my eyes, Blaise smiling fondly, as we toweled off and got in our pajamas.

"Don't think I don't see what's going on here," Blaise sneered.

"What?"

"What do you mean, 'what'? You've got it for Granger!" I gasped, appalled, and threw a pillow at him.

"I do NOT! We're just – we're not even – it's complicated!"

"That's what everyone says, and then they end up together. Look, love is complicated, but whether or not you are in love is not. You are, or you aren't. And you are."

I growled at him. "THERE'S NO WAY I WOULD EVER FALL FOR THAT BUSHY-HAIRED NO-IT-ALL MUDBLOOD!"

I flinched at my own words. It wasn't okay to call her that anymore. Even I couldn't deny there was . . . something between us. I just didn't want to classify it, especially not as 'love'.

"Draco, you don't believe your own words. It's not a bad thing," Blaise said, trying to comfort me.

"Yes, it is," I grumbled, before closing my bed curtains and falling into a fitful sleep.

Hermione's POV

At breakfast, everyone was talking about the Slytherins, as none of them were present. Rumors were floating around.

"Do you think they bailed out?"

"They're gonna forfeit."

"Maybe their planning some sort of prank."

"Is it safe to play today? Maybe we should cancel!"

Those Gryffindors (and Luna) that were present yesterday had other rumors.

"Are they gonna do it?" Harry wondered excitedly.

"Maybe they all ran away in embarrassment," Ron snickered.

"I bet they're waiting until everyone gets to the pitch to show up," Ginny suggested.

They made me go to the locker room with them to hear the inspirational speech Harry was to give, all of us suspicious of the Slytherins' motives. I walked out to the field with them to see them off. Ginny smiled excitedly as we pulled back the curtains and walked through.

The sight was . . . stunning. The usual ¾ red and ¼ green was now a single strip of red and gold, one loud voice shouting "GO, GO, GRYFFINDOR!" The entire team stood, stunned, and Madame Hootch, followed by Professor McGonagal, approached.

"I don't know what's going on," McGonagal said worriedly. "The Slytherin Quidditch team is here, but where are the other Slytherins?"

"Um, I think they're in the stands, Professor!" said Ginny, giggling in amazement and looking over the crowd. I looked around Harry to where the Slytherin team was. Draco winked at me, and I laughed so hard I almost fell over. I raced up the stairs to sit next to Neville and Luna, everyone around me laughing and cheering and talking about this crazy event.

Sure to be one of the most famous Quidditch matches in history. One loud voice emitting from all directions chanted as the ball was tossed back and forth, booed when the Slytherins scored, cheered when the Gryffindors scored, and, when Harry's fingers closed around the Snitch, every student stood up, screaming and applauding. Both teams hovered below Harry, clapping as he raised his fist in the air triumphantly.

I'd never really wondered what it would be like to be in a room full of people all talking about the same thing, but I got to find out at lunch. Not one soul was thinking about homework, or talking about their families, or joking about new things the Weasly twins were soliciting. The Slytherins were back in their regular green and silver robes, but talking animatedly about the adventure, as well. Finally, some Ravenclaws got the courage to ask them about it.

The hall fell silent to hear the exchange.

"Why did you do that?" one Ravenclaw girl asked.

"It was a dare," Blaise answered proudly. "AND SLYTHERINS NEVER BACK DOWN FROM A DARE!" He clapped Draco on the shoulder as the table cheered. I laughed and got up to . . . thank Draco, or something. I wasn't really sure what I wanted to say to him, but I had to say something. He saw me heading toward them and got up, too, and I gestured for him to follow me out of the Great Hall.

After I heard him enter the abandoned Charm's classroom door, turned around abruptly, wrapping my arms around him and squealing.

"That was AMAZING! That was more than amazing, that was incredible, that was – oh, I can't even describe it! Did you see the look on McGonagal's face? And I bet Dumbledore was pleased, he's always cooking up crazy schemes to promote house unity! Even the Slytherins enjoyed themselves!"

Draco laughed and held me away from him. "Some of them weren't too happy at first, but Blaise can be very persuasive," he wriggled his eyebrows suggestively. I laughed.

He suddenly looked at me seriously. "Blaise and I were talking last night."

"About what?" I asked, apprehensively.

He sighed. "What is this? What are we doing here?"

"Hanging out?" I suggested, legitimately confused.

"So what does that make us? Friends? Do you do this with Potter and Weasel? Do you hide in abandoned classrooms and skip class with them?"

"Well, no, but they would never really do that with me . . ."

Before I knew it, he pulled me flush against him, and kissed me full on the lips.

Taking a break for NaNoWriMo, thought I'd be nice and leave you with a kiss. I'll try to upload sometime in December.