(Yay! LemonCheese spotted my Friends reference! I was wondering if anyone would see that…yay! Thanks for being an amazing reviewer, and to all you others too! Let's see what happens…)

I stood at the table, with Harry and Ron once more, stirring mindlessly as Harry pored over the Half Blood Prince's book once more. I hummed quietly to myself, perfectly content, with humming my favourite songs, though because some of them were in the original Russian, if I was to sing them aloud, I would be summed up as mad. Completely. Utterly. Bonkers.

How did it go again?

Some people think I'm bonkers, but I just think I'm free….

God, that was awful.

Could this day be any worse?

BANG.

Yes, yes it could. Neville's cauldron had exploded. Again.

"Please don't do that again, it makes a horrible sound." I quoted a Muggle American sitcom, but nobody got the reference. I wandered over to the catastrophic mess, rolled up my sleeves and had a look at the lemony colour of the goo, yet it had the distinct aroma of cheese. Hmm.

I waved my wand and everything went back to normal, including the quivering Neville. I shook my head at him, grinning a little and he smiled warily back.

I jumped back into my work with renewed vigour, which was beginning to smell delicious. I tasted it, and slowly but surely, in the mirror my eyes began to change to what should have been a purple…but went to a shade of Slytherin green instead. Oops.

The bell rang just as I looked up at Draco, who saw my green eyes and winked. I blushed a deep red, and muttered a spell to return them to the normal hazel. I took my time clearing up, and even cleaning my desk afterwards. Draco was washing his hands meticulously in the sink, and Harry asked me, "Hermione, d'you fancy coming and watching us practice Quidditch?"

It was pouring it down and in a matter of seconds, I knew I'd be coated in mud. "Oh, I wish I could but I don't want to." I replied, and I thought I heard a snort from the corner, and the boys left.

"Oh wonderful-there's still two of you here…" Slughorn had flitted back. "Wouldn't mind tidying up for me, would you? Excellent, it's about time for a little inter-house co operation, don't you think?"

Me and the Slytherin boy in the corner smirk at one another when he leaves, and I have to lean right across the desk to scrub at a stain Ron's left, but irritatingly, Draco shows off by flicking his wand in one easy movement and it's like the flaw was never there.

"Show off." I stick my tongue out.

"Muggle." He retorts.

"You know, I should be offended by that but I'm really not. It's too late for me to care about that…" I say softly, pushing my sleeves up again.

He stares at me, and says in a whisper, "Hermione…"

"…yeah?"

"Kiss me." He barely breathes it, but to me it's a command. I've never really taken charge of him, but now it's like I've been waiting to do it all my life.

I walk up to him slowly, that blond, grey eyed, sexy, mind game playing bastard he is, I sit on the desk, yank him by the shirt and kiss him full on the mouth. I grip his shoulders so hard my nails dig in, and after a while it only seems natural to wrap my legs around his waist, even though I thought people only did that in fanfiction (Cough cough). I find each milky button on his shirt exquisite, and the silky greenness of the tie is in much sharper focus.

"Now." I whispered hoarsely into his ear.

"Now?"

"Right here. Right now. I don't care. Just now." I hissed, and in one grand gesture, he sweeps the books on the desk, right onto the floor, and with interest I note Harry has left his Potions book behind.

The table wasn't as hard as expected, as I shrugged my shirt off like it was the most natural thing in the world and he did the honour of undoing the clasp at the back of…of…oh. His fingers traced the bumps of my spin as he bit my neck, and I breathed heavily, and he carefully, slowly slipped off my shoes and socks. I shakily slipped each button of his shirt out of the holes, and soon, the green and red ties were mingled on the floor, just as we were, on the table.

All the things he'd ever said to me were running through my head, and he whispered, "Are you okay?" and I'd nodded slowly as suddenly he laid me down and suddenly he was moving closer, closer, closer, until…

I gasped involuntarily, my eyes widened, in wonder, his did likewise but only in concern. "Does it hurt?"

"N…n..no…" I looked at his shoulders, it was like I was seeing the real Draco Malfoy for the first time ever. I wanted to cry, laugh and stay silent all at the same time.

Being with him, had truly opened my eyes. How could I believe such a perfect surprise?

What would the others see? Yes, I'd truly lost my mind. Had I crossed the line? Sorry, but I've gone insane, and I don't regret it at all. Not one single, pulsating moment. Especially not this one. This is stretching out into eternity.

I think I love him, I really, really do.

His back is so beautifully pale. His shoulders are so smooth, his hands so sure of themselves. I feel so hidden away and safe, yet so exposed. I'm old. I'm new. I'm the same but different. I've been opened up to a whole new world of whispers, touches and kisses, all on a Potions table.

Not the most ideal spot I know, but I was grateful that it wasn't up against a tree, or a bookshelf. That'd really hurt. And this didn't, not at all. On the contrary.

I don't care right now, it's just you, and me, and it's all about us. We'll fall if we must, but right now we'll rise up, won't stop. It's all about us. You and me. Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy. They don't know, they can't see who we are…..fear is the enemy, hold on tight, hold onto him, 'cause right now it's all about us.

I lay there afterwards, contemplating what had just occurred. "That was amazing."

"I know. I was there."

I bet he was smirking, but my eyes were closed and I was kissing him. I could just stay attached to his mouth for ever, I think. Dead, obviously, but happy. Dead happy. Shut up, brain!

I was just finishing off the buttons on my shirt and trembling a little when he asked me casually, "How did this happen?"

"Well, you were born," I said, "and then sixteen years later you had sex with me."

And at that exact moment, Harry chose to walk in through the door saying over his shoulder, "I'm sure I left it here-"

And then when he saw us, his mouth fell open. Yep, yep, this was just great. My two best friends has just found out about me and Draco.

Ohhhhh shit.

Draco cursed under his breath and I made a stab at normality. "Hi Harry….hi Ron."

"You. Me. Outside. Now." Ron said through gritted teeth, jerking his head towards Draco. He shrugged his shoulders and went off.

The door slammed, and predictably, yelling ensued.

Harry took hold of me gently. "Don't worry, he's not going to hurt you again."

"What?"

"Hermione…what happened to you?" he asked in despair, looking at my short skirt and half fastened top. It was his turn to go red.

"I, er, you know, I don't really think we should talk about what's been happening in here for the past half an hour." I said hastily.

"Right." He agreed. Then he paused. "Half an hour?!"

Now there was shouting on both sides of the door.

"Harry!" I yelled in desperation. "It's not what it looks like!"

"It's exactly what it looks like." He said scornfully. Looking at my stubborn face, he demanded, "Then if Malfoy wasn't hurting you, or forcing you into it, will you please explain yourself? At what point did this seem like a good idea?"

"Oh, I don't know." I shouted with sarcasm. "Probably when I realised I loved him!"

"He's got you twisted right around his little finger, hasn't he?"

"He has not!"

Before a pantomime act could occur, Ron came back in, letting the door bang shut behind him. Draco calmly walked back in and Ron looked ready to kill. I wondered if I should take his wand, just in case. Draco had been letting me experience the kind of love people freely die for.

"This had better be a joke." Harry pinched where his glasses rubbed his nose.

I shook my head and said bravely, "I'd say I'm sorry, but I'm not."

Draco laughed softly and Ron managed to croak, "What've you done with him?"

"I am here you know." Draco pointed out, but Harry raised his wand in a threatening manner.

"Has he forced you into anything?"

I remembered the closet incident but decided to keep that quiet. "No. He hasn't."

"Hermione, how can you think you trust him?"

"I don't 'think' I trust him. I know I trust him." I replied.

"How the hell-"

I told Ron to be quiet and said firmly, "We're going to discuss this in the common room."

He gripped my wrist and shoved my robes on me, tutting angrily.

When we got there, Ron started up again. "Right, let me get this straight, you're in love with Malfoy? This is stupid. He's a Slytherin. It's not natural. It's not right."

"You shut your mouth!" I shouted at Ron, and he was stunned by my reaction. Harry tried to say something but I got there before him.

"How can you say I go about things the wrong way?! I am a human and I need to be loved!"

Harry looked at me and I continued, "Just like everybody else does. Now, you two are going to stay quiet about this, or you will be very, very, VERY sorry indeed. So sorry, that you will regret it for the rest of your lives. You're the only ones who know I was with Draco in the Potions room, so-"

"Actually…" Harry began uneasily.

"What? Oh God…oh God, don't tell me…"

"Neville." Ron said simply.

"I can not believe he would do that, he doesn't even-" I stopped suddenly and turned to Harry, who was avoiding my eyes. "Harry, does he know?"

"No." he said, slowly, trying to be innocent but sadly failing.

"Harry!"

"He knows!"

"Ugh, I knew it! Oh I cannot believe him! God, he thought he could mess with me and Draco! He's trying to mess with us?! They don't know that we know they know we know!" Harry just shook his head.

"Harry, you can't say anything!"

"I couldn't even if I wanted to!"

"He knows that we're together but he's not said anything?"

"He said he saw you going to the Slytherin common room one night…"

I groaned. "If you want something done properly, kill Neville before you start."

"You're not to go near him again. I don't care what you say, you are not in love with him and he certainly doesn't love you. It's mind games Hermione, he's not interested!"

"Well, he certainly looked pretty interested when we were havin-"

I stopped.

Deathly silence.

"You've not…you haven't…no…you..he…you've not…" Ron looked ill and mutinous, never a good combination. Harry was horribly pale and looked like he was sick of all this bad news.

I think I might have nodded my head, but I can't remember, because just then Neville came n, and I set my eyes on him.

"You."

(Oh no! What's Hermione going to do to Neville? I hope this chapter was okay, thanks for all the reviews, I live off 'em, seriously. And now, I'm going to do my history homework. Yay homework! 'Cause I'm a geek ;D DSOTM94)