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A/N: Thank you all soooooo much for reviewing! I love all of you! Sorry for this getting out so late...I'm still in the middle of finals. Sorry! I hope you'll please excuse any language and references to 'God' that may anger you in any way. I'm sorry if it does!


Hermione woke up the next morning feeling a little disheveled, but well rested. She looked to the side towards Draco, and put on a small grin.

He looks like such an adorable baby when he's sleeping. Ah-HAH! Caught you! I KNEW you liked him! Muahahahaha! -victory dance- Oh shush. I just said he's cute. It's not like I want to marry him now... YOU WANT TO MARRY HIM! AWWW, that's so cute! No! I said I don't! I DON'T! I d-o-n-t! You want me to write it on paper for you! Aww, how cute! Can I plan your wedding? NO! There is no wedding because I don't want to marry him because I don't, and I repeat, I don't, like him! -gasp- I'm a wedding planner! Oh my gosh! That's so cool! I want everything pink, except for you and Draco. SHUT UP! We're not getting married! We're not even engaged! We're not even an item! For the love of goodness, we don't even like each other! Oh, I see... THANK YOU! -loud snort- And WHAT, may I ask was THAT? That? Yes, that. What was that snort? Oh, I have nasal problems... -snorts again- See? Oh...-long silence- You do not! If you have stupid nose problems, that means I do too! You're a big ol' liar aren't you? Only if you are sweet Mrs. Malfoy-to-be –pinches cheeks-! We're NOT GETTING MARR- Here comes the briiiiide, all dressed in whiiiiite! God you're annoying. I guess you are too... GAH! I just want to take some duct tape and...AHHHHHHH! I give up...

Draco was still sleeping soundly on the floor, on his side, with his hand on his precious face.

...So... So, what? So...you two have pet names for each other yet? Oh God...

Suddenly, Draco woke up, eyes wide and adrenaline running. He looked around quickly, turning his head so fast that his beautiful silky hair flew around and fell into its perfect place.

"Wha-? Who, what, when, huh? My face? Stepped on?" He stuttered out, while feeling his face thoroughly. "Who stepped on my face again?" He asked, breathing hard.

"No one. It's probably your imagination. Your face looks almost normal now anyways." Hermione said, feeling the need to tease and scare the living daylights out of Draco.

"ALMOST? AL-MOST? You've got to be kidding me! I've always had my perfect face intact! God, if my face is even a little screwed up, I'm going to get you back!" Draco growled, puffing up his chest with every sentence, almost as if he was feeding off of his own conceitedness.

"I was kidding King of Self Importance! It's fine..." Hermione said haughtily, turning her back on him. Goodness, he has three times the amount of self-confidence than everyone in the world added together! You'd think he'd have a watermelon head with all that hot air in there! She thought as she drifted off into Lala land.

So it went on like this for a while. One entire week to be exact. They would eat, sleep, somehow interact, and eat & sleep again. During those seven days (they've now spent ten days in there altogether), someone would occasionally spit out insults –cough-Draco-cough- and the other one would bite him back where he charged, and quietly say things like,

"You're such a big fat butt crack..."

...or, "You shush dimwit! It's not my fault! You're just too busy bathing in your own stupidity to realize what happened!"

...or even, "Gosh it's hollow in your head. I could probably put all my books in that empty space where your brain should be! Haha, it's like a luggage case. Portable and small! Hahahaha!" that included some finger pointing...

On the eleventh day, both Hermione's and Draco's heads were ready to explode with anger and frustration. Sure, both of them would smile at each other, but Draco and Hermione knew their messages were crystal clear.

Giving him a warm smile, Hermione's eyes burned into Draco's, ready to laser a hole into his charming, smoky, sky-gray eyes (A/N: I get confused, some people say his eyes are gray, some say blue...I just didn't want to write 'icy blue eyes', so I put gray and sky blue, is that okay?). I want to shove a pole up his ass...

Returning the warm smile, Draco Malfoy's eyes bore back into Hermione's, and then looked away with disgust (though he didn't show it). I should throw her in a lake...

'Pop!'

"There's the food. Want to eat first? I'm tired..." Hermione offered.

"Nah. Too much food's going to ruin my body." Draco replied

"Heheh...Don't worry about your beautiful feminine figure. You're not getting that flabby." Hermione smirked.

Scowling, Draco walked over to Hermione, muttered a, 'we're putting on a show, remember?', and then stalked away.

Hermione instantly felt a pang of guilt...I'm sorry...she tried to tell him, but it only sounded okay to say in thought. Apologies don't come out of my mouth anymore. I mean, come on...It's a dog-eat-dog world, first come first serve, be a winner or don't be anyone...-sigh-what to do, what to do? Her brain was pacing back and forth, trying to decide on what she should do versus what she would do...

After a couple minutes of standing still and debating with herself, Hermione abruptly walked over to the tiny gray corner of the room, that was being rained upon in Draco's bad mood, and 'ahem'ed before Draco looked up.

She stared into those deep aquatic like eyes for a while in a trance like state before hitting reality and said a warm, "Sorry," and held out her hand.

Draco took it, and Hermione prepared to pull him up, but instead, she fell forward from the force that yanked her down (Draco -smile-, not to mention gravity). He gracefully caught her in his arms and hugged Hermione for a quick 2 seconds, slyly murmuring, "Nice acting," into her ear before he sent Hermione crashing onto the floor that was a foot away from her butt.

"Oww...That hurt…-sniff-." Hermione whined quietly, while rubbing her backside.

"Oh really? Did it now?" Draco questioned in a devious tone. And while Hermione paid attention to only her sore bum (A/N: hahaha, that sounds so funny...), Draco Malfoy circled his arms around Hermione's waist and began tickling her. And so, a tickling war began, from Hermione being the victim, to Draco, to Hermione again.

They were having so much fun, they didn't hear the 'achoo' that came from a place where the secrets to Draco's fate wandered, and Hermione's future lingered.

And in that dark, mysterious part of an unknown room, eyes were glaring...

These eyes had a special something in them...

These eyes sparkled...

These eyes...had seen things from the future...things that were crucial to the world's survival.

A/N: Thanks to everyone who reviewed! I hope this isn't too short...I know it's pretty boring too, but I hope you still enjoy it! Oh, if anyone cares, my goal is to get 200 reviews by the time I get to chapter 20, but I need help...If you review, I'd be ever so grateful (but you're not pressured to, don't worry). Thanks!

-holding.on