Pickled Dandelions

Hermione freezes, forcing herself not to react as Draco's fingers trail up her spine. Her body floods with warmth. A voice whispers in her ear, "You dropped your pickled dandelions."

The jar crashes to the floor. Hermione snaps her head around to see Malfoy walking off. "You're such a prat Malfoy!" She yells.

She watches as he saunters off to the potion's supply cupboard.

"What a dick, we should do something about him Hermione, he's getting worse you know," Ron says, looking down at the sad dandelions as the sharp smell of vinegar drifts around them.

"Just ignore him Ron, you can't give bullies the satisfaction of making a scene." She looks around realising she yelled much louder than she thought. Everyone was looking at them. "You clean that up, I'll get more dandelions. We need them for the next stage of the potion so just get on with it," she orders Ron.

"I could make a proper scene, give him a proper lesson." She hears Ron mumbling as he slides off his stool.

She tries not to skip as she walks up the steps.

"You better get on with it dear, not much time left on the potion, critical timing you know," Professor Slughorn says as she passes his desk.

"Yes Sir." She smiles and slides into the cupboard. The lock clicks behind her.

"You're a real prat you know," Hermione says as Draco takes a step towards her.

"How else could I get your attention? It's all I know."

She rolls her eyes, he's smiling. Something she only sees when they're alone.

"I came to get more dandelions, thank you very much."

"Oh, did you now? Here I was thinking you came to see me."

She scans the shelves, she knows very well where the jar is. Draco's standing right in front of it. She takes a step closer. He keeps his eyes locked on hers, his with that wicked sparkle that captures her every time. He catches her hand before she can step back and pulls her in. His lips met hers. They're used to stolen moments. His hand is in her hair, the other creeps under her blouse to her waist, sending tiny jolts across her skin. The jars rattled as Hermione pushes Draco against the shelf. The kiss is wild and urgent.

Footsteps are coming. Hermione steps back and tries to flatten her hair. "Hurry up! Unlock the door," she says to Malfoy.

"Calm down." Draco smooths his hair back as he unlocks the door. Hermione tries to act natural. Neville walks in looking pissed off. He spots Hermione first, then Draco. He freezes just inside the doorway.

"You alright Hermione?" Neville's eyes narrow.

"Fine Neville, just getting more dandelions."

"Me too, I knocked mine off the bench."

Hermione doubts that's true, Harry and Neville are partners, they all know to keep the ingredients on their side of the bench when working with him. Harry did it on purpose.

Draco steps close to her side. "Tricky things, aren't they, dandelions? Keep trying to get away today." Draco smirks. He squeezes Hermione's shoulder as he leaves the cupboard. This does not go unnoticed by Neville.

"Watch it," Neville says as Malfoy pushes past him.

Draco pats Neville on the shoulder. "Sure thing Longbottom," he says cheerily as he goes by, causing Neville to turn rather red.

"It's fine Neville, just ignore him."

"You sure you're alright?"

"I'm fine," she says in her most convincing voice, realising her hair is more messed up than usual. "Malfoy's harmless, it's all a show."

"I don't know about that, Harry has some pretty serious ideas about what he's up to." Neville reaches up to get two jars from the shelf.

She frowns to herself. Harry and his bloody theories. He's getting obsessive.

Neville hands her a jar. She thanks him and walks back to her seat beside Ron.

"Malfoy didn't give you shit, did he? I was about to come look for you."

"It's fine Ron, I couldn't reach the shelf, luckily Neville came in." She smiles at Neville and notices Harry giving her a very strange look.

It's been two hours and Harry's still staring at his blasted map. The common room is emptying and Hermione has finished all her work, she even re-wrote Ron's essay on the last goblin war as she waits for everyone to leave. Harry's showing no signs of going to bed.

"Harry, you need to give this up. Malfoy isn't a Death Eater, he isn't up to something and you need to focus on other things, like getting that memory from Professor Slughorn. Didn't Professor Dumbledore say that was important?"

"I don't know why you keep defending Malfoy, he's up to something, I know it. I need to follow him to find out where he goes when he disappears off the map."

Hermione feels the blood drain from her face. So he has noticed.

"How about you give me the map for the rest of the night and I'll take the watch duty?"

"Thanks for the offer Hermione, but you go to bed. Maybe another night?"

"Sure Harry." She packs up her books and takes one last look over Harry's shoulder at the map. Draco's still in the Slytherin dorms. She bites her lip. They wouldn't be meeting up tonight. "Night guys."

Lavender glares at Hermione as she walks across the dorm to her bed. Things have been rather frosty in the sixth year girls room since Ron broke up with Lavender. Not that Hermione cares, she prefers the cold silence to the previous loud gossip and endless chatter about Ron.

Hermione pushes open the curtains to her bed and shuts them behind her, she sits cross-legged in the centre of her red patchwork bedspread. Crookshanks walks over lazily and collapses across her knee.

Hermione pulls out the long chain from under her blouse and holds the golden locket in her hand. It's warm in her palm and glows softly in the dim light. She clicks open its filigree face and rummages through her bag for the tungsten quill with a sharpened point. With a practised hand she scratches away at the soft metal inside to write a concise note; Not tonight. X map. HG.

The locket grows hot, absorbing the words. Seconds later a glowing reply appears; Tomorrow. B4 DADA. 5th floor. DM.

She smiles and tucks the locket away.

Charms class is dull. They're changing the colours of wallpaper from light blue, to a slightly lighter blue. Even Hermione zones out. She blinks to keep herself awake and glances at Harry next to her. He has the Marauders Map folded inside his text book. She nudges him, and raises her eyebrows, silently questioning what he's doing. He points to the words Draco Malfoy pacing on the 5th floor and shrugs.

"What's he up to?" Harry whispers.

"He's probably just early for Defence Against the Dark Arts and is waiting for the room to unlock," she whispers back.

Her mind is buzzing. Harry's obsession is starting to get to her. She leans over and grabs his Charms book, then slams it shut before switching it with hers.

Harry sits there blinking.

"You need to focus on other things," she hisses. "I'll take over Malfoy watch for a bit."

He stares for a second. "Fine. Thanks Hermione, sorry if I'm getting a little off-kilter. Just tell me if you see anything suspicious, okay?

"Of course Harry, you just focus on your other task."

She sits back in her seat, letting herself enjoy the brief wave of relief. She checks her watch as the locket pressing against her skin grow hot. She grabs it through her shirt to stop it burning her. It cools, then heats again. Malfoy. He's doing it to get her attention. He knows she's sitting in class.

Yet again, she wonders why she got herself in this situation. It's gone too far now, she's in too deep. The worst part is she likes Malfoy, a lot.

She doesn't want Harry to catch him, but she can't keep away from Draco. She tried for a week, it didn't work. At first she thought she would just be nice to him, to try get some information. Put Harry's concerns to rest. But of course, it hadn't been that simple.

The bell breaks her thoughts. She rushes to pack her bag and races out of the room before anyone can follow.

She runs up two flights of stairs, conveniently in position for the shortest path to the 5th floor. They shift once she hops off. She hears Ron call after her, he missed the stairs. Smiling to herself, she enters the 5th floor corridor and slips into a gloomy side hall that no one ever seems to notice.

Draco lurks behind a statue of two Naiads dancing. "Did you get it?" he asks.

She pats her bag and smiles. "Got it."

"The cleverest witch…" he trails off as she steps behind the statue into the tight space that just fits the two of them. She runs a finger over his lips.

"You were saying?"

"I'm thinking of other things now."

Her fingers slide off his lips, tracing the shape of his jaw. She closes the small gap between them and tilts her head toward his. Their lips brush against one another, warm and soft. She wants this to last. To remember the way his hands feel on her waist, the taste of peppermint toads on his breath, the feeling of being alone together. The kiss is unrestrained and urgent, not appropriate for a corridor, even a hidden one. Her nerves are tingling.

"I want more of you," Draco says between breaths.

She breaks away and smiles. "Well, that isn't happening now. We have to get to class. But remember—" she kisses him again. "I have the map." She slips out from behind the statue. "Tonight."

They only have one minute to get to class.

Draco grabs her hand and pulls her back, he kisses her again so she can't leave. They're only partly behind the statue, she feels the cold stone on her back as they fall against it. She pulls away again, determined to go to class. She hasn't missed one for a boy yet, and isn't about to start.

Draco rests his chin on top of her head. "Tonight." His arms wrap around her, she sinks into the warmth of his chest, not wanting to leave their dark hiding place.

Hermione checks her watch and swears. They're a minute late now.

"Come on, let's go in together so we aren't any later."

"Snape likes, me remember," Draco teases.

"Well he doesn't like me so I'll slip in behind you and hope he doesn't see me."

"Good luck with that."

They step out of their secret hallway at the same time Neville races past them toward the classroom. Neville stops in a panic.

"What are you doing with Malfoy? Did he do something?" Neville's jaw is clenched.

"No, nothing like that Neville, we were—um—"

"—As prefects we were checking out a disturbance down this hallway, but seems to have just been Peeves sending us on a wild goose chase. A waste of bloody time."

Hermione just nods, knowing she's terrible at lying, it's best to stay quiet in these situations. Neville narrows his eyes. Since when was he so observant?

"Better get to class then, wouldn't want Snape giving us detention would we?" Malfoy jokes, but Neville looks like he's going to be sick, he stares at the classroom door, frozen.

Hermione drags Neville in, they enter the room as quietly as possible.

"Late!" Bellows Professor Snape from the front of the room. Hermione winces, she can feel Neville shaking beside her.

"Sorry Sir, we had to check out a disturbance, but turns out it was just Peeves, no harm done," Malfoy says calmly, as if he were reporting it started raining outside.

"Very well. Malfoy, Granger, Longbottom, you will take the desks up the front and assist me in demonstrations this lesson."

Hermione is sure Neville's about to have a panic attack. She takes his arm and guides him through the isle between desks, nudging him to follow Malfoy to the front. Everyone's eyes are on them, but more than that, Hermione feels the intense glare, the heat coming from Ron and Harry. She stares back at them as if to say, it wasn't my fault.

She guides Neville into the desk farthest from Snape and sits down next to Draco in the only free spot.

Draco's leg presses against hers. There are reasons they never sit together in class. Hermione shoots a look at Draco, telling him to behave. He places his arm next to hers on the desk, his hand brushes against hers. She feels her face flush red. He's having far too much fun.

Ron and Harry's eyes burn like lasers into the back of her head.

Professor Snape regains the full attention of the class. As promised, he begins using Neville, Hermione and Draco as examples. Fortunately for Hermione and Draco, they are practising new duelling techniques, not so fortunate for Neville.

"This is a new spell," Snape says, "Aqua Eructo, a spell to shoot water at your opponent. Demonstrations are required. If you please, Granger, Malfoy and Longbottom will demonstrate for you."

Hermione and Draco knew each other well, they could put on a good show. Pretending to hate each other was fun, but trying to beat each other in a duel was real. Neither of them would back down.

Going straight to practical with a new spell is hard, Neville isn't up to the task. His protego too weak and too slow to block anything, and his jets of water dribble from the end of his wand. Hermione sprays him with a strong stream of water, knocking him to the wall. He looks grateful as Snape shoes him back to the sidelines.

Time to get serious. Hermione clenches her jaw and takes an attack stance. Both her and Draco catch on quickly, using strong shield charms to keep them dry. Hermione works on refining her techniques in blasting as much water as possible at Draco. She focuses on streamlining her the jet like a fire hose. Her eyes lock on Draco, trying to drive him backwards with the force of the water, while still maintaining her shield. Her shoulders strain under pressure, the sting of sweat blurs her vision.

Draco tries to on get around her shield. Cheers of support roar in her ears, along with equally loud insults. She ignores it all, focusing on smashing water into Malfoys face.

"Enough! Expelliarmus!" Snape yells. Hermione and Draco's wands shoot out of their hands and they both collapse onto the ground, panting, trying not to laugh. Hermione looks around. Everyone, and everything in the classroom is dripping wet, all except Professor Snape. She catches Draco's eye, he grins at her and mouths I won. She shakes her head, suppressing the strong urge to retaliate. She knows if they kept going she would have won.

"Quiet!" Snape yells. A hush falls over the classroom as Snape waves his wand in a wide arc, the air fills with droplets of water rising toward the ceiling. Rainbows blanket the classroom in a mesmerising array of colour. Murmurs of awe fill the room, Lavender and Parvati loudly comment how beautiful it is. Perhaps not Snape's intent. It is very pretty, Hermione admits. Neville helps her off the floor and they return to their seats, now dry.

"Now that you have seen the spell both poorly demonstrated and correctly demonstrated you will learn the theory. Turn to page 288 and read silently. You two a word in my office." Snape says, pointing to Hermione and Draco. Hermione swallows her nerves, her hands are sweating. Draco looks as calm as ever.

The door slams behind them. "You two know very well, the reason I asked you to demonstrate the spell, was not to have a duel, but to correctly show the class in a controlled environment."

"Why'd you ask Longbottom to do it then?" Draco says.

"Because he was late, as were you two. Now explain why?"

"I already told you, we were checking out a disturbance, but it was just Peeves."

"Now the truth if you please, Miss Granger?"

"Draco is telling the truth, Sir, that's what happened. It was Peeves messing with some paintings."

"We told him to bugger off, then came straight here," Draco added.

"Since when did you two perform prefect duties together, since when did you cover for each other and since when did you work together?" His voice grows louder. "That was no ordinary duel, you knew exactly what each other was planning, and countered accordingly. Explain."

Hermione heart races. Why did their teacher have to be a Death Eater double agent? It was nerve wracking. They couldn't lie to him. It was stupid to even try.

"The thing is, Professor Snape—" She glances at Draco who is silently indicating she shut up. "Draco and I have been working together, as prefects and have found we match well, intellectually."

"She's right about that, the rest of our year are a bunch of idiots." Draco says.

If Professor Snape was surprised, he didn't show it. "How interesting," he says sarcastically. "Then you won't mind being partners for the rest of the year. I wouldn't want you working with anyone beneath your intellect, would I?"

Hermione groans out loud, Draco pats her on the shoulder, "Don't worry now you can do my homework instead of Weasleys."

She swats his hand away to find him smiling. "You're an idiot." She crosses her arms.

Snape coughs, watching them. "If you two are up to something, you know I'll find out."

"Trust me Professor, you don't want to know," Draco says. Hermione punches him on the arm. Surprised he'd said that, her face once more heats up.

"I'm sure I don't," Snape drawls. "Please leave my office and maintain a professional level of interaction in my classroom from now on. Can you do that?"

"Yes, Sir," they both say, Draco less convincingly.

Hermione tries to go straight to her room after dinner, only to find herself cornered in the common room by Harry and Ron wanting answers.

"What the hell were you doing with Malfoy?" Ron asks.

"I was with Neville too, remember." She tries not to get angry, but grips her wand tightly.

"Hermione?" Harry says, his eyes serious.

"I went to the bathroom after class, then I checked the map and noticed Malfoy off down a suspicious corridor I'd never seen before, so I followed him. Alright?"

"What! You're always tell me not to follow him. You should have come to get us." Harry says.

"Yes, I know that but there wasn't time, class was about to start so I thought I better just check."

"And he spotted you?" Ron says.

"Yes and he really was just chasing down Peeves, trying to stop him defacing the portrait of an Italian Monk."

Both Harry and Ron cross their arms. "You seem different." Harry says. Ron adjusts his shirt awkwardly but nods along.

"Why do I feel like I'm being interrogated? I'm fine, everything's fine. I said I'll be on Malfoy watch to go along with your crazy theories and I'll do it, okay! So stop harassing me." She tries to breathe slowly.

"Alright, no need to go mental," Ron says, raising his hands.

"DO NOT, call, me mental, Ronald!"

"Stop acting like it and I'll stop saying it."

She balls her hands into fists at her side, hoping not to snap her wand in the process. "Harry go get the memory from Slughorn like Professor Dumbledore told you."

She turns, and walks back toward the portrait hole. "Do not follow me." She yells back at them. Harry doesn't say a word.

She wants to be alone. Walking by the Black Lake gives her time to think and calm down. She doesn't want to lie to her friends about Draco. She thinks about telling them about him, telling Harry that Draco has the Dark Mark, like she always planned to. But she can't do it.

She knows Draco now. Knows he didn't have a choice.

She can't do it. There's no way Harry would act rationally if he knew. He would instantly put Draco in the 'dark side' box with every other Death Eater and not listen.

Hermione knows that if given a chance, Draco would switch sides, as long as his mother was safe. With more time, she can figure out a way.

Perhaps she could tell Harry that Draco doesn't have the Dark Mark? But then she would have to explain how she knows, and that would also be lying. Still, maybe one of the better options.

She has no idea what to do, it seems like a no-win situation.

It's dark, the Lake looks like a giant black inkwell with the occasional giant tentacle popping out. Hermione stretches her legs and makes her way to the castle, knowing she shouldn't be out that late.

Her locket grows hot, she trips over her feet as she pulls it out of her shirt. The low golden glow lights up the surrounding air. She opens it; Room of Requirement?

She pulls the sharp quill from her bag and scratches a quick reply, Yes. Going now.

It doesn't take long to reach the seventh floor. Six years at Hogwarts makes for good stairs training. The corridor is empty as she rounds the corner. She stops, shuts her eyes and thinks about a quiet place where no one but Draco can find her. A door appears, she steps through.

To her surprise, the room is exactly like her bedroom at her parents house. She glances at her boy band posters, her soft toy collection, the flowery wallpaper, she cringes. She feels her ears turning red, Draco cannot see this.

She shuts her eyes again and prays to the room to change. Maybe to something both her and Draco would like. Her room stretches. The bed grows into a four poster with green curtains. The walls turn dark and wood lined with bookshelves. She groans. It appears be Draco's bedroom mixed with a library. Still, better than before.

Before she has a chance to change it again, the door creaks open.

Draco lets out a snort of laughter as he walks in. "Nice decorating, Granger. I didn't realise you were into Slytherin green so much." He looks around. "Not surprising about the books though."

"This isn't what I meant to do, so stop smirking like that."

"It's okay if you want to be in Slytherin, it's understandable. After all, I live there." He locks the door then turned serious. "I think someone followed me up here."

Hermione ignores his first comments and gets the map out of her bag. "I solemnly swear I am up to no good."

Draco peers over her shoulder.

The anger boils in her stomach once more. "What the hell!" She looks up at Draco. "Harry is outside. I told him to go find Slughorn!"

"That boy's got a problem." Draco says letting out a sigh.

"Yes, a listening problem. I'm meant to be the one on Malfoy watch!"

"So that's what this is?" he says wrapping his arms around her. "Looks like we're stuck in here, might as well make the most of it." Draco leads them both towards the bed. She follows, then freezes in flash of realisation.

"What if Harry finds a way in! What if he sees us together! That would so embarrassing." Her hands fly to her cheeks, imagining the situation. "Plus he would try to kill you."

"You're more worried about getting caught with your top off, than me getting killed? How touching." Draco jokes.

"Of course I care if you get killed, but he wouldn't actually kill you. Plus there are two of us." She sits down on the bed, focusing on the map.

"You may recall the scars all over me, I do know what Potter is capable of." Malfoy says.

"You know he didn't mean to do that. He didn't know what the spell would do."

"Yes. And now he does know, and I wouldn't put it past him using it on me." He pauses, frowning. "You told me no one could get into this room."

"I don't exactly know how the room works, do I?" Hermione says.

"Now you've got me paranoid," Malfoy says. He shuts his eyes. Hermione winces at the sounds of clanging metal. Bars and locks spring up all over the door, covering it in unnecessary armour. She wonders if the room is soundproof?

They watch Harry on the map for half an hour before being convinced he can't get it. But he doesn't look like he's giving up either. He paces the area where the door was, occasionally throwing loud spells at the wall as if to break down the barrier.

Snape and two lots of prefects had walk by on their rounds, Harry never leaves his post. He must have the invisibility cloak on. Having Harry outside is unnerving, to say the least. With the loud blasts against the wall, Hermione can't relax or sit still.

"Maybe I should just go out there?" She runs her hands through her hair in frustration.

"And say what? You were just hanging out in here this entire time and didn't notice he was outside? Come on, he knows you're watching the map."

"He's so frustrating!"

"Stop pacing and play gobstones with me with until he goes, it can't be long, it's cold out there."

"Fine." She puts the map down next to her and joins Draco on the soft rug to play gobstones.

An hour passes, Hermione has lost several matches in a row and is ready to give up. She checks the map for the thousandth time. Her heart skips a beat. She almost sits on Draco as she shoves the map into his face. "He's leaving! Look, he walking off!"

"Let's get out of here, in case he comes back. You need to beat him back to your common room and pretend you were there all along," Draco says.

Hermione nods. "He's taking the long way back through tunnels because he doesn't have the map. I can go the fast way, it's clear of teachers right now."

They grab their bags and rush out the door. Spiriting up the hallway heading for the main stairs. They turn the corner, so close to the stairs. Hermione slams face first into something solid and bounces off. Draco catches her as she falls, but both end up in an ungraceful tangle on the cold stone.

"What the hell, Granger? Are you alright?"

Hermione pulls herself up, then grabs at the air in front of her. She finds what she was looking for and pulls, revealing a seething Harry. His eyes are dark, his wand gripped in clenched fists. Hermione can see he's struggling to control his temper. Draco has the sense to keep silent.

"Hermione. Please do not tell me you were with Malfoy. Tell me is a logical explanation for this?" his voice low and barely controlled.

"Harry. Don't do anything stupid. Put your wand down." She sees Draco out the corner of her eye moving closer to her. She pushes him back behind her.

"So you're protecting him? That's it then? You've been covering for him this whole time? Answer me!" Harry yells.

"It's not like that, Harry, you have to believe me. Draco isn't our enemy, he wants to be on our side. He didn't have a choice in any of this." She raises her wand, aiming straight at Harry's chest, hoping she won't have to use it.

"Draco! You're calling him Draco!" Harry rushes forward, eyes locked on Draco. "What have you done to her!" Harry screams, eyes blazing, full of raw hate he lunges forward.

"Incarcerous," Hermione reacts instinctively.

Wild ropes wind around Harry, tightly bundling him in a sea of knots. He falls to the floor with a loud thud, screaming and fighting the ropes as he goes down. Hermione snatched his wand off the floor. "I'm sorry Harry, but I didn't want you doing anything stupid. Now listen to me—"

Footsteps thunder down the echoing stone hallway.

"Shit," Draco says. He grabs Harry's wand off Hermione and pushes her behind him.

Hermione's breath hitches as billowing robes round the corner revealing a very pissed off Snape. She hears Draco let out a breath of relief as he sees their Defence Professor. She swallows, her mouth is dry, she hopes he's in a forgiving mood.

"What is the meaning of this!" He glances between Hermione and Draco, then to Harry on the floor. "It is well after curfew and you have no reason to be up here."

"You see, Sir—" Draco starts.

"I have no wish to know what you two were doing together on the 7th floor." Harry face twists in disgust at what Snape is implying. Snape looks down at Harry but makes no move to release him. "I wish to know why Mr Potter is restrained."

Hermione steps forward. "He was about to attack Draco, Sir. He wasn't listening to me and I was afraid he would do something stupid," she says, her eyes remain on Harry.

"Sir! He's got Hermione under the Imperious or he's given her a potion! He's a Death Eater. Help her," Harry pleads.

"Mr Potter, she is no more under the Imperious than you or I, of that I am certain."

"It's not true!" Harry bucks against his ropes. Snape vanishes the restraints and Harry jumps up, looking like he'll fight all three of them.

"You think I don't know how to detect dark magic Potter! You are an idiot."

Harry looks like he's about to throw himself at Draco. Hermione takes a step closer to Draco, her hands sticky on her wand, her heart pounding in her chest. Snape won't let Harry attack Draco, would he?

Harry glares at Draco.

"Detention for all of you. I will now walk you to your dormitories since you cannot be trusted to be alone and act your age."

"But, Sir!" Harry protests.

"You will all walk in silence to your dormitory's, whatever issues you have you will sleep on it, and discuss it in the daylight, perhaps with a mediator or supervising adult. I suggest Professor McGonagall, as I have no wish to hear your petty, childish melodrama. Potter, you walk in front."

"This is not melodrama, he's a Death Eater! And he's done something to—" Harry falls silent.

"Much better. You may have your voice back one you are safe in your room," Snape says. "Get moving."

Draco lets out a snort. "That's enough from you, Draco, you ought to be more careful. You're putting yourself and Miss Granger in danger, I hope you have thought about what you're getting yourself into."

Draco falls silent and looks at Hermione. Reality washes over them both. He takes her hand as they walk back to their dorms behind Harry and Snape. Harry doesn't look back. She gives a small wave to Draco as she steps through the portrait to the Gryffindor common room. Snape makes sure her and Harry remain separate and reach their respective dorms. She finds it hard to sleep that night, dreading what the following day will bring.

Authors note- Hi everyone thanks for reading. This will just be a short story, three chapters long. Hope you enjoy it :)