Chapter 25: The first kiss- of many kinds

A/N: ... The Bridge to Terabithia is such a sad film.

I floated into the Gryffindor common room, and lay down onto a sofa, oblivious of the rucus behind me. I closed my eyes. He'd kissed me. Draco had kissed me. Well, only on the cheek, but I knew he'd wanted to kiss me on the lips. Stupid Harry and Ron walking out of the library and spoiling it. Inches apart we had been, inches! I sighed. I realised at that moment that I loved him, just like Ginny had predicted. And she said she wasn't any good at Dinivation.

"MIONE!" Harry yelled and I jumped up.

"What where's the Marmite!" I babbled, then glared at him loathingly as everyone stared. "Harry! Why'd you do that for! I was in a perfectly good daydream then!"

"I need help with my Dinivation homework. I have to learn how to laugh evily." Harry explained.

"What the heck does that have to do with Dinivation?" I asked him, sitting down again.

"Well it was either that or making an A1 star log." He looked at me pleadingly. "Mione, I don't wanna do a star log!"

"Fine. I'll help you. But next time don't yell in my ear. What do you want me to do?"

"Give me an example of an evil laugh." He instructed, getting out a piece of parchment and a quill, "While me and Ron take notes."

"If possible could you add an evil plan?" Ron added, "Ending with either 'Then we'll take over Hogwarts ha ha ha' or 'And kill Harry Potter ha ha ha." He was very bad at evil laughs.

"Fine. Lets see… hm… I need an evil assistant." I mused, "Like Voldemort has Wormtail."

"I'll help!" Neville grinned, hopping over to us.

"Brill. Hm… Lets do one about me! Okay. So, the the Elddirs have found their precious daughter, have they?" I put on my best evil villain voice.

"Cool a play!" Fred exclaimed. Five minuets and a mash potato later me and Neville were stood on a raised platform with lights bearing down on us and a hundred people below.

"From the top Mya!" George yelled from the crowd.

"So, the Elddirs have found their precious daughter have they?" I asked Neville, with the villain voice.

"Yes, mistress." Neville tittered in a voice oddly like Wormtails.

"Blast!" I thumped my fist down on a table that appeared out of nowhere, making my audience jump. "And after all we did to hide her from them as well. What did you say her name was again, Ratface?"

"Hermione, mistress." 'Ratface' replied.

"Hermione," I snarled, pacing menacingly.

"Means well-born, mistress." Ratface put in.

"Well-born I wish she'd never been born! You said she goes to Hogwarts?" I prompted.

"Yes mistress," Neville nodded, "In her 4th year. She's best friends with Harry Potter."

"HARRY POTTER!" I yelled, facing my astonished audience, "The very cause of my downfall a decade ago. And she's friends with this… this… fish? Preposterous! To think my niece is best friends with my worst enemy! Where is Sophia?" I looked around at the audience, beckoning to Ginny.

"She is outside, mistress." Neville replied.

"Fetch her, while I get a drink." I walked off the stage, and Ginny and Neville ran up. "Ginny, you're Sophia. Neville, still Ratface." They nodded and I strode back up onto the stage. Soon after, Ginny and Neville came on.

"Sophia," I greeted, and she rushed forward and knelt before me.

"Mother," she said, looking up.

"How alike your cousin you look... that's it! I shall get Strangetrix Le Belle to kidnap Hermione Elddir, and you will take her place. When the time is right, you will lead Harry Potter to me, and I, Lady Voldemorg, will kill Harry Potter!" Then I let out a loud, evil laugh fit for my father. Then I bowed and everyone applauded.

"Lady Voldemorg!" Alica Spinnet hooted.

"How was that?" I asked Harry and Ron.

"Brilliant Mya! Let me try!" Harry gave a small chuckle, but it wasn't that evil.

"Don't worry Harry, we'll make a villain out of you yet." I patted his shoulder comfortingly. "Now I need to write a letter."
"Who to?" Ron questioned.

"Sophia." I said without thinking.

"You mean like the Sophia in the play?" Ron looked worried.
"Namesake." I replied and walked up the stairs. I took out my quill and put it to parchment.

Dad,

I have an idea. At the end of the year meet me in the forest, with a body that could be Hermione's slumped in a cage. What's more, you need to treat me like Sophia when we meet, in order for me to pull this off. When you get an owl saying something like 'It's time. Meet me in the forest with her.' or something like that, do. We're going to pretend that Belletrix kidnapped Hermione Elddir during the Easter holiday, and that Sophia Lily Riddle took her place to spy on Harry Potter. Also, d'you mind pretending to try and kill him? He won't die- you know, he's the lad who lived, not died so he won't get killed, but just to make it seem genuine. Thanks.

Sophia.

P.S.: Any letter to you from me will be like said plan, for example: 'Dad, Potter seems to be getting more and more cautious of his scar. I think he may be sensing you are back! What should I do? Sophia' or something like that.

Then I walked downstairs, through the portrait hole and towards the Owlery. As soon as I walked in, Arabella swooped down onto my shoulder and hooted happily.

"Hiya, Arie. I need you to do a job for me, okay?" She nodded, and I put the letter to her leg.

"It's for my father- and it's very important." she nodded a second time, stretched her wings in a kind of yawn and flew off.

"Phia?" I spun around to see Draco stood in the doorway.

"Yes?" I replied.

"What are you doing?" he asked.

"Playing poker what'd you think I'm doing?" I snapped.

"Can I play?" he chuckled, walking over.

"Do you have anything to gamble?" I fluttered my eyelashes.

"How about a detention from McGonagal for not doing that essay?" he joked.

"Tempting offer," I laughed. He smiled.

"Sophia, about earlier..." He began. I looked at him.

"What is it?" I asked.

"Well... I shouldn't have done it and I'm..."

"Don't you dare say you're sorry." I cut in threateningly. "If you do, I'm leaving." I stood up.

"Phia don't!" he protested.

"Give me one good reason." I flashed.

"Fine." he smirked and crushed his lips to mine. It was a desperate but passionate kiss, and I succumbed to the passion that eminated from it.

Harry's POV

The Common room was empty and me and Ron had just finished perfecting our evil laughs.

"Mwahaha! Mvahahaha!" Ron cackled, "Trewlany'll be so pleased!" I rolled my eyes as Ginny ran in.

"Where's Mione? Have you seen her?" She asked excitedly, "I need to tell her something!"

"She went to the Owlery." I replied.

"She couldn't have that was hours ago!" she exclaimed.

"Good point. Come on, Harry, lets go look for her!" Ron offered. I nodded and we walked out.

"Bring her back, hungry or not!" Ginny yelled after.

"Where should we look first?" I asked my red-head friend.

"Library." we said simultaneously. If Hermione was ever missing, it would always be that she was in the library engrossed in a book (most likely 5,000 pages long or more!). But when we got there, she was nowhere to be seen.

"Madame Prince!" I whispered, and she looked up crossly.

"What?" she snapped

"Where's Hermione?" I asked.

"Last time I saw her she was congaing off with Mr. Malfoy." she replied.

"Woah woah woah- MALFOY? Ron piped up. A little too loudly, in my opinion.

"You were there, now OUT!" she commanded, standing up, "Or you will never see this room again." she picked up a letter opener knife thing and waved it at us. Ron shrieked. "Out. OUT!" I ran, no, sprinted for the door. And possibly my life.

Half an hour later and we still hadn't found Hermione.

"We've looked EVERYWHERE!" Ron yelled, his hands held up to air.

"God won't help you get money Weasley." Theo Nott (Slytherin in our year) laughed as he passed.

"Shut it Nott or you might need help from God, as you DIE... Oh, wait! I forgot! You're going to hell." I called after him, and yes, I know it was a lame comeback, sue me.

"Hope you have a nice life, Potter!" he shouted, sticking his middle finger up at me. He and his cronies laughed, though I didn't get what was so funny.

"I hate him. He always thinks he's funny, but he's not," Ron grumbled, "But, anyway, where's Hermione?"

"We haven't tried the Owlery..." I mused It's where she said she was going, after all.

"Good idea," Ron nodded, and we trudged up to the tower. But no one was there.

"Mione!" Ron called, "MYA!"

"Ron she's obviously not here- maybe she went down to the Great Hall." Ron's stomach grumbled.

"You're right. Lets go."

Hermione's POV

I breathed heavily against Draco's chest for a few seconds, before lifting myself up from our hiding place.

"They're gone." I told him and helped him up.

"Brill I have brid poop on my back now," he grumbled.

"Don't be so picky it was either that or Potter and Weasley catching us together," I laughed, "And that would stop my façade in it's tracks darling." he laughed and put his arms around me. I shrunk back.

"Ew!" I squirmed, "Bird poop!" he laughed.

"Whose picky now?" he smirked. "Anyway, you where supposed to be here. I'm supposed to be in a History of Magic detention." I looked at him in interest.

"Why?" I asked.

"Apparently we aren't aloud to snore out loud in class." he grinned and I started to laugh.

"Hard not to snore though he's dead boring." I snickered. Geddit? Dead boring? Binn's is a ghost. He nodded and put his hand around my shoulder. This time I didn't squirm away. I hugged him, humming.

"What you humming?" he asked.

"A little song I found on the internet. It's called 'Wizard Rock Twist'."

"I'm not going to even pretend I know what that is." he commented.

"It's written by a muggle band called 'The Remus Lupins'. The first two lines go like this:

'Well it starts in the morning when you get out of bed,

And look in the mirror of Erised,'"

"Sing, sing! You have a wonderful voice!" Draco praised and I blushed.

"No. It's getting dark. I didn't have lunch either." my stomach rumbled in agreement. "When a Riddle gets hungry, not many people live." he feigned scardness.

"Well we better get you downstairs pronto." he laughed and picked me up.

"Draco put me down!" I squealed.

"Nope! I'm carrying you all the way down to the Great Hall." he grinned mischievously.

"No!" I shrieked, "People will see!"
"Well if your scared of a little publicity, Phia..." he began.

"You've forgotten who I'm supposed to be," I growled, "Hermione Elddir does not get carried down to the Great Hall by Draco Malfoy." he sighed and put me down. "Diolch." I nodded.

"What?"

"Diolch. Thank you in Welsh. Can you guess what this is in English? Rydw i'n dy garu di." I smiled.

"Um... A big brown box? Snape's bad hair day? Basket? Mosquito? Marmite? Um... Red vines!" I laughed.

"Non. I'll translate it into French for you: Je taime." I translated. He smiled.

"I love you." he grinned.

"Aaw Drakie-poo thanks! If you want me, I'll be at the Gryffindor table." I smiled at him and skipped outisede. He hurried after me.

"Wait!" he grabbed my arm. "You've just told me you love me- in two different languages and now your leaving?" I cocked my head.

"Um... yeah, think so!" I nodded.

"Phia that's crazy." he stated.

"You're crazy." I defended.

"You're a Hufflepuff." he insulted.

"You're a Hufflepuff." I retorted.

"You're Mum's a Hufflepuff!" we chorused and burst into fits of giggles.

"We're never going to get over that." I gasped.

"Nope. But you better get moving or you won't get any dinner." he advised. I nodded, and walked down to the Great Hall."

"Hermione Jean Elddir where have been!" scolded a familiar red-head as I sat down by the Gryffindor table.

"Shut up Ron I'm hungry." I replied, piling a ton of food onto my plate.

"Why are you getting so much? You never get that much." Harry pointed out.

"I said I was hungry, alright?" I snapped, taking a bite from a cumberland sausage.

"Mione I need to tell you something." Ginny whispered to me.

"Go on then," I replied.

"In private," she added. I sighed.

"Whisper it in my ear then." I compromised. She leant in close and whispered,

"Me and Justin are going out." I went wide-eyed and spewed an entire mouthful of food down the table causing groans and a few comments like 'Ew!'; 'Gross, Mya!', and 'Thanks a lot.'

"You what!" I hissed.

"I'm dating Justin." she repeated.

"Why?" I asked, turning to her. Didn't she fancy Blaise Zabini?

"He needs the girls to realise that he has feelings too, Mya, they can't keep on chasing him forever. And as for me, I want to make somebody jealous." she grinned.

"Who?" I questioned, "Who are you making jealous?"

"Blaise." she giggled, "I just want him to notice me. Could you probably spread it around for me?"
"Fine." I said, and walked out of the Great Hall. I poked my head around the door and shot a jinx at Zabini. I beckoned to him without looking, watching the Hufflepuff table (Including Cedric Diggory and Justin, who where having an animated conversation about something or other). Draco came over.

"Yeah?" he asked.

"Not you, I need Blaise. Need to talk to him." I replied.

"Cold," he stated, "If you didn't want me, why'd you hex me?"
"I didn't hex you, I hexed Blaise." I protested.

"Missed," He smirked, then shouted towards the Slytherin table, "OY! BLAISE! GET YOUR ASS OVER HERE- ELDDIR WANTS TO SPEAK TO YOU!" everyone looked up at us, and I rolled my eyes.

"Could you have made it anymore obvious?" I asked.

"I could have said Sophia." he replied.

"And if you did you wouldn't see me again." I smirkled as Blaise trotted up.

"What's up, Sophia?" he asked, and I turned to Draco.

"You told him!" I accused, and hit him over the head with a book.

"O!" he exclaimed, rubbing his head. Okay, so I know that I told Blaise, but I realy wanted to hit him with a book, and that was an opportunity to good to miss.

"Blaise, Ginny's dating Justin." I told him seriously, He stared at me blankly.

"Are you serious?" he breathed.

"No I'm Regulus." I grinned.

"Ha ha very droll." he rolled his eyes. "But realy?"

"Yeah." I nodded.

"It could ruin their friendship!" he exclaimed.

"That's not stopping them." I mused.

"How could she do this to me!" he wiled, "I love her!"
"Je taime." I translated for no reason.

"What?" he looked at me.

"Tu aime Ginny." I rephrased.

"You adore Ginny." Draco explained.

"Oui. Yes." he sighed.

"And now she's off snogging a Hufflepuff." Draco input. He nodded, turned and walked off. I had to sprint to keep up with him.

"Woah woah woah why so forlorn?" I asked. He stopped.

"She wants me to be jealous." he said. I gave up and nodded. "Then she'll have to be jealous too, lets make it fair." Draco jogged up to us. "Draco, do I have your permission to date Sophia?"

"WHAT?" Both of us exclaimed.

"Can I date Sophia?" He asked real slowly as if he was talking to a pair of dumb asses.

"Well it's her choice, mate, not mine." Draco reasoned, and Blaise turned to me.

"Hold up- why?" I asked.

"To make Ginny jealous." he explained.

"It would practically ruin my friendship with her!" I protested.

"Either you or Pansy and I hate her," I grinned, "Please Sophia? Please please please?" I looked at him.

"Puppy dog eyes don't work on me." I told him.

"Please please please please please pretty please with Bertie Beans on top?" he pleaded.

"Oh go on Phia there's no harm in it." Draco pestered.

"Please please please please please please please please please please-"

"FINE! I'll fake date you, alright? Just no kissing!" I surrendered.

"On the lips?" he asked hopefully.

"At all." I enforced.

"Oh come on! How can I make her unbelievably jealous if all I can do if all I can do is hold hands and hug you!" He whined.

"Fine- hand is okay. But NOTHING ELSE." I told him.

"Thanks!" Blaise grinned, and enveloped me into a hug. Draco smiled and walked away, leaving me to think what I'd done.

"Um... Blaise?" I said wearingly, "You can let me go now."

"One on the lips." he whispered. "Just one."

"No tongue's." I replied, studying his face.

"Okay. I promise." he grinned and leant in.

"Mione?"

A/N: Well, that made me feel better! A bit of humour, loads of romance... Katherine Pierce, you were the 100th reviewer. And as I cannot think of anything to give you... Wait I have something! What would you like me to call you in a few chapters time? You get a special appearance! Oh, and what house are you in? Please tell me!

What did you think of this chapter? Too long (Well it's not often I say that, now is it?) Too boring? Too funny? I personally think the kiss scene was a bit awkward, maybe that's just me. Constructive criticism is welcome, just no flames!

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