A/N: guess who's back? me. i have a good reason for updating. i moved again. this time to a whole new school and all that other good stuff. and then there was this big problem because the counselors lost my credits and that made me stress. then my parents are making me narrow down my college choices and i have to do volunteer work to look good on applications and i have to get a JOB like a real job. which i'm still working on. and yea everything has been pretty hectic. and then my grandpa got really sick and that was another ordeal we had to go through. then my cousin dropped out of med school and my other cousin came to study here. but enough about me. let's get on with the story.

Disclaimer: really if i did own harry potter do you think ron and hermione would have gotten together? no. it would be dramionelicious. but alas i don't own harry potter. j.k. rowling does.


"Hermione. Hermione." Ginny continued to poke Hermione. "Hermione. Are you still breathing? Hermione I'm going to set all your books on fire. Okay?"

"Ginerva Weasley!" screeched Hermione as she jumped out her bed getting tangled in the sheets in the process and landing on the floor with a thud. "Don't laugh. Help me up." said Hermione from her place on the floor.

"This is just too funny." Ginny managed to say in between laughs as she clutched her stomach and extended her hand to Hermione. Unable to keep her balance due to her laughing and Hermione's weight, Ginny fell to the floor on top of Hermione.

"Uff." Hermione said as Ginny fell on top of her. "Gin. Get off. I can't breathe." said Hermione as her face was smothered with the covers and Ginny was laying on her stomach. "I'm glad you find this amusing," said Hermione as she finally managed to roll Ginny off of her and began to remove the sheets from her body.

"Come on Hermione." said Ginny. "You have to do something. I mean really these last few days you've been all holed up like some prudish old lady. Really, McGonagall has been out more than you these past few days."

"I have sensitive skin." Hermione answered as she made to lay on her bed again.

"You can't keep avoiding him." Ginny said as she grabbed Hermione from the back of her shirt.

"Who says I'm avoiding anyone?" asked Hermione.

"The whole school knows." said Ginny.

"Let them talk. I mean really I don't need to see his amazing blue, grey, beautiful eyes. I don't need to see that silky blonde hair that I--" and Hermione trailed off.

"Just go talk to him." urged Ginny.

"I will not be the first to go and talk to that big headed, self absorbed, jealous, insensitive jerk." Hermione huffed.

"I hear that he's been asking about you." Ginny said slyly.

"I don't give a hippogriffs arse." said Hermione although she couldn't ignore that feeling she got that he was actually worried about her.

"Oh." said Ginny. "So you wouldn't mind, if let's see someone showed interest in him?" Ginny asked.

"What? Who? That little skank." said Hermione angrily as she began to pace. "Is it Melva Hidgens? I always thought she was a little bit loose. Or is it Dominka Princeling?"

"Whoah, come down there." said Ginny as she lifted up her hands. "You sure are pretty interested in Mr. Malfoy's happenings for someone that doesn't give a hippogriff's arse about him."

"I was just.." sputtered Hermione.

"Hermione, you have to talk to him," said Ginny.

"I have nothing to say to him." said Hermione as she threw herself on her bed.

"Hermione Granger. Get out of that bed this instant and you will go outside today." Hermione had no other choice to do as she was told. Ginny had used her Molly Weasley voice and when she used that voice there was no doing anything otherwise.

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"Blaise." moaned Draco.

"Draco, man." said Blaise "Don't use that voice when we're behind closed doors. I mean do you really want people to be talking like they did last year?"

"You're right." said Draco.

"So what's the game plan?" asked Blaise. "I mean this is crunch time, boy. This is what you've waited for your whole life time. It's now or never."

"Blaise, please don't tell me you've been watching those damn muggle footyball movies again." asked Draco.

"Of course not." answered Blaice. "Since remember you confiscated them and you did a pretty good job of hiding them."

"Back to my problem,"

"Oh you mean you're i'm so in love with Hermione Granger and I completely sckrewed up with her plan?"

"Don't mock me Zabini?"

"I'm just here to help you."

"Well you haven't been doing much of that."

"Well we can always tie her to a tree and make her listen to you."

"I don't want to tie her to anything. Well except maybe for my bed..."

"I did not need to hear that Malfoy."

"Like you wouldn't do that to your Weaslette."

"..."

"Blaise?"

"She's the one that does the tying."

"..."

"Draco?"

"I think i've lost all respect for you, and that Weaslette has earned it."

"Like Granger doesn't have you whipped already."

Draco and Blaise continued to walk down the corridor that lead to the main doors. They were planning on walking around the great lake to figure out some sort of plan that would help Draco out on his whole wooing Hermione plan. The past few days Hermione and Draco had been avoiding each other like the plague. They were both to proud to go and search one another. Draco had been trying to play it cool but Blaise could tell that he was about to break. He knew that he had to have some sort of contact with Hermione and not talking to her was driving him crazy. The rest of the school could only speculate the real reasons that the former pair was not talking. The ones that were estatic over all of this were McGonagall and Snape who were already planning their victory speech.

"See?" asked Blaise. "Doesn't walking around here clear your head?"

"Not really." sighed Draco. "I mean what are we turning into some vegan tree-hugging hippies? Really Blaise look how far we've sunk. When have we ever had the need to 'clear' our heads?"

"Well we weren't in love back then."

"Point taken."

"So..." said Blaise as he and Draco neared a small row boat that was on the shores of the lake. "How's life?"

"Did you just aske me that, Zabini?"

"Well my jobs done here,"

"What the hell are you talking about? Are you eating those damn muggle mushrooms again?"

"You'll thank me later Draco," said Blaise as he shoved Draco into the small boat and pushed it out into the lake. "Bon voyage!" shouted Blaise as he waved happily at Draco as the boat that was magicked to float out to the middle of the lake floated away.

"What devil has gotten into you?" shouted Draco as he saw Blaise joined by a small red-headed figure.

"Fuck." he cursed as he realized what this meant.

"I see you've noticed that we have some wonderful best friends." he heard the familiar voice say. Nothing could stop that feeling happiness that filled him when he realized that he was on this small boat in the middle of the lake with Hermione Granger.

"They have their certain qualities." he answered as he turned around and settle inside the boat.

"Well I can't say this has been fun," said Hermione. "But I have places to be and I'm sorry that I have to cut this encounter short." she continued as she fumbled around.

"Bloody hell," she said "that medling evil red headed elf took my wand." Hermione said as she slumped down.

"Well lucky for you Granger, I'm not that easily beat and my wand happens to be right..."

"You were saying, Malfoy?" asked Hermione as she lifted one eyebrow up at him.

"This is great." he said as he too slumped down.

"Yeah I mean I've always wanted to be stuck in the middle of the lake with a guy that I absolutely loathe."

"That's not true." said Draco.

"What was that?" asked Hermione.

"Nothing. That I'm upset about missing my date with Helena tonight."

"Ugh. You're so infuriating Malfoy." said Hermione as she pouned her fists on the side of the boat. How could he just move on to another girl like that? Apparently he didn't have any feelings for her. Hermione would just have to deal with it and wait for whatever their friends thought they would accomplish by stranding them in the middle of the lake was over. Did they really think that this would solve anything? Draco apparently had moved on and she had to too.

"It's not like I asked to spend my day here with you." replied Draco.


"So are the sparks flying?" asked Ginny.

"Not the good kinds." answered the tall cloaked figure.

"Seriously. Aren't you guys like hot in that?" asked Blaise as he pulled at the fabric.

"Don't touch the cloak." said the short cloaked figure.

"I think we should get some cloaks too," said Blaise.

"I think not." said Ginny as she looked on.

"Do you think we did the right thing?" asked the tall cloaked figure.

"Of course." answered the short cloaked figure. "I hope."


A/N: So what did you think? good? bad? let me know. i'll try to update soon. hopefully.