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I would have written sooner, however, that part with Harry's tear burning the pillow completely threw me off. I don't know what the hell got into me, but I just felt like adding it after hearing the song " All Cried Out" By a couple of artists featuring some other artists that I can't remember. Anyway, part of the lyrics were, "Don't you know my tears will burning the pillow? They'll set this place on fire…." And so on, and I just felt like adding it in, but then I hadn't the slightest idea of what to do next! So, I hope this chapter comes out ok. Thank you to everyone who reviewed! I got 4 more than last time which still isn't as many as I used to get, but it's still great! Yay for me!



Ok, on with the story:





Chapter Title: ~*~ Finally! Something Hermione doesn't know!~*~



I woke up abnormally early, knowing there was something I was supposed to remember when I turned to Harry and then had a flashback of Harry's tear burning a hole through the pillow.


I jumped with a start.


My eyes went wide as I remembered my shock at the site and even the burning heat when my finger touched the burnt hole in the pillow. I gulped and looked back down at Harry.


I sighed with anguish. Harry was always so stressed and things were always happening to him, granting him even more attention. From the time I had been with Harry, I knew that Harry really didn't like all the attention he got.





I shook my head sadly.

My poor Harry always had to go through so many horrible things. Just as Voldemort finally gets defeated, I come into Harry's life causing all sorts of problems. Then when things finally start to settle down, a wave of emotions just splash themselves all over Harry, soaking him from head to toe, inside out.




I bent down close to Harry's face and gave him a small kiss on the forehead, and as I was about to leave, I just couldn't resist the temptation and bent back down for another kiss, this time on the lips.


Why deny myself of the simple pleasures I've already been granted access to?


I smiled to myself as I saw a smile appear upon Harry's powder-pink lips after my kiss. I looked at the time and saw that it was 5:32 in the morning. I grabbed a robe and left Harry to sleep while I went to Hermione's Head Girl room to inform her of the new information about Harry's tear from last night.


I was sure she'd be quite intrigued.

Hell, I was sure ANYONE would be intrigued!



I swear, just for the one time, I'm glad I wasn't kissing his tears away. My poor lips would have burned away in agonizingly painful ashes ugh! I don't even want to think about it.



I headed quietly further on, to Hermione's Room. I remembered where it was from when I followed her and Ron here. They'd been sucking each other's faces off quite inexpertly. Perhaps if she really were smart, she would ask me for some tips on how to properly snog.




At least Harry was a good kisser. I don't know what I would have done if he was as bad as his two best friends.



Knowing how cocky I was at one time, I would have bluntly told him that he was bad and made him take classes on how to kiss. Yes, you may think this is weird, but for a Malfoy, we must have nothing but the best.




As I finally got to Hermione's Head Girl Room, I lightly knocked in the picture of an attractive teen, around my age, who was wearing a beautifully thin, velvet, purple dress, smiling down at me with a glass cup of wine.




"Well, hello, cutie," she said seductively.



"I'm taken," I said, already knowing her intentions, but still smiling to know that even a picture adored me as so many others did.



"Aaaaw. By whom?" she asked, pouting.



"By Harry Potter," I answered, with a dreamy smile on my lips.



"Ooooh. You poor thing. You've got it bad. I bet you're like putty in his hands when he wants you to do something for him. He's probably got you wrapped around that thin little finger of his."



"And what if he does?" I asked, starting to get annoyed at how long Hermione was taking to answer. She was probably still asleep, so I knocked again.



"Well, there's nothing wrong with it if he does. I'm just saying that I can sympathize with you. He is quite the looker. He's even better looking than you."



I glared at her evilly.



"Just open up, would you."



"No need to get so jealous of your own boyfriend. Besides, I can't let you in without a password… unless," she began, mischievously.




"Unless what?" I asked, impatiently.



"Kiss me."



"What!?"



"Hush up or you'll be caught up before sunrise. Just kiss me and I'll let you in."



"You're a bloody picture!" I argued.



"So?"



"Forget it," I said, knocking again.



"Your loss" she said, before humming to herself, while playing with her hair.



Hermione still hadn't come out and I was growing inpatient. I knocked again and again nonstop for about 10 minutes before I gave and said, "All right" through gritted teeth.



"Yes!" The girl in the painting squealed. I felt like I was cheating on Harry, so I knew my conscience was going to make me tell Harry about this.





I leaned up, closed my eyes tightly (I really didn't want to see her face when I kissed her) and pretended she was Harry, while I leaned forward and kissed the painting on what I hoped was the lips. She squealed as I finally stood back away with a grimace.




It wasn't as bad as I thought, seeing as it was really just paper. She blushed and smiled ecstatically before swinging open.



"See you later, cutie," she said with a wink, as I disappeared into the room to see a sleeping Hermione on her bed when the door closed from behind me.



I stopped for a moment to wonder why I had to flirt with EVERY female portrait to get anywhere.



I sighed exasperatedly.



I stomped over to Hermione before shaking her aggressively into a state of awareness.



"Argh! Huh! What!?" she, asked confused, and for once, quite stupidly.



But I was too angry to pay attention to that.



"I've been knocking on your door for the past 15 minutes!" I yelled at her.



"Oh, I'm sorry. I put a silencing charm outside of my room so I can get my sleep. I have to be properly rested for every day," she said, regaining some of her intelligent tone.



"You cast a silencing spell!? You're Head Girl! You have to be aware of everything incase someone is out of bed after hours!"




"True, but that's why Parvati's room is near mine so that she can hear anything I don't," she argued back.



"Ugh! Whatever! Do you know what I had to go through to get in here!?" I asked.



"No," she answered, suddenly curious as to how I was able to get in here.



"I had to kiss that girl in your picture!" I yelled.



Suddenly, Hermione burst out into laughter.



"How can you laugh at me like that!?"



"I'm sorry. It's just… I can't imagine a Malfoy kissing a portrait just to get into a room," She gasped through breathes of air as she fell off her bed, and onto the floor on all fours, quite indignantly.



I simply growled.



When she'd regained some of her composure, she asked, "What did you come over here for anyway?"



So I went into an explanation of everything.



When I'd finished, her eyes were as wide as saucers. "We have to go to the library first thing when it's 7:00," she stated.



"Why not now?" I asked.



"It's too early! It's against the rules to be out of bed at this time. Which reminds me, shame on you for coming here at this time. You're a Head Boy! You're supposed to be a role model for the students and" she went on and on, rambling about nonsense, not even noticing me leave.



I headed to my own room and got dressed and waited for 7:00 to come around. However, I accidentally fell asleep and then awoke at 8:00. I gasped and jumped out of my warm bed and ran faster than the speed of light in the direction of the library.



I finally got there, quite out of breath, and rested my hands on my knees, while I waited for my heartbeat to slow down.



I gasped for gulps of breath and quickly breathed out before greedily breathing back in for more air.



I finally regained my normal breathing and walked into the library to see no one inside.



However, I saw a huge stack of books all over one table and walked around to the other side to see a VERY frustrated Hermione.



She looked up at me with crazy, red eyes.



"I CAN'T FIND IT!" she all but yelled through gritted teeth. She looked like a mad woman. Her hair was worse than usual and she was a complete mess. She looked as though she hadn't slept in days.





"What's the matter with you?" I asked.



She grabbed me dangerously by my Slytherin tie and pulled me right up to her face, breathing heavily. I was suffocating, trying to pull away from her death grip.



"Did you not hear me!?" she hissed. "I CAN'T FIND IT!"



Suddenly, she let me go and broke down into tears.



"For the first time in my entire life, I can't find anything on the subject!" she sobbed hysterically.



I slowly walked away from her in fright, walked backwards, so as not to take my eyes off the wild beast that was once Hermione.



Then I high-tailed it out of there and ran to the Great Hall to see Harry eating.



"Where were you," he asked, a little upset that I had left him alone.



"I went to ask Hermione about something. Which reminds me, Harry, I sort of cheated on you."



Harry' eyes went wide and glassy.



"-what?" he barely whispered.



"Well, it was for a good reason! You see, the picture that guards Hermione's room is a girl and she wouldn't let me in unless I kissed her and I really had to talk to Hermione! So, you see, I-"



I was cut off by hysterical laughter.



"What are you laughing about, Harry!?" I asked angrily. He gave me the exact same reaction as Hermione.



"You kissed a picture! "M… Malfoy! Kissing a picture!" He continued to laugh louder, attracting a few stares.




"I think I preferred you when you were going to cry," I said, huffily.



"Don't worry, Draco dear. I still love you," Harry said, wiping some of the tears that had come out during his laughter.



I suddenly noticed Ron sitting across from Harry.



"Hey Ron. Sorry, didn't see you there," I said, sheepishly.



"No problem, mate" he answered, through mouthfuls of food.



"Oh by the way you guys, watch out for-"



As if on cue, Hermione walked into the Great Hall, still looking a bit crazy.



"Hermione." I finished.



"What's up with her?" Ron asked, when he'd swallowed his food.



"I went to Hermione's room to ask her to find some information, and she couldn't find anything."



Ron laughed and exclaimed, "Finally! Something Hermione doesn't know!"

A/N: OK, well, this chapter was a little earlier. I'm still trying to come up with a reason for Harry's tear burning through the pillow. You'll know by the next chapter. Don't worry. Anyway, I hope you liked this. This chapter was supposed to be more comedy than anything else. I hope it made you laugh. Please R&R!

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