Hello! I spent all day doing a history project, and I've been dying to write this! (still haven't finished. () AAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!! Thomas Jefferson is sssoooooo annoying now! I mean, he's cool, but I've been to like 300 websites!!!!!!!!!!!!! AAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!! Okay, I'm calm! (I'm never really calm, I think I ate a life-time supply of sugar before I was 8!) Anyhoo, here's the next chapter! Thanx for all the reviews! I love reviews!



'What did she just ask me?' Malfoy thought dazedly. He was inside an unused classroom, which had dust all over the floor. A very different looking Granger had just dragged him in there. She had just asked him if he would go out with her. He had.what! Hermione Granger just asked me, Draco Malfoy, Mudblood hater, to go out with her? Me. She asked me. To go out with her. There's just something wrong here. But he needed to act cool, even though his heart was racing.

"I'm sorry, Granger, but I'm not one of your boyfriends, Weasley or Potter. I think you grabbed the wrong person," Draco said coolly, smirking.

"N-no, I'm asking you, Malfoy."

Draco still felt shocked. But there was no way he could ever say yes, in a million trillion years, even if he wanted to. Which he didn't, he told himself. He would never hear the end of it in Slytherin also. He would just have to laugh hysterically in her face. It was the right thing to do.

Draco forced a laugh out of his throat. It felt like cotton. "Like a Malfoy would ever go out with a Mudblood with you!" he retorted scornfully.

Granger's eyes looked a little wet as she replied, "That's fine with me!" in a weak voice. She turned and raced out the door.

'Okay, what just happened? Granger looked like she was going to. . . to cry. She didn't usually cry unless she got hurt. Was she serious? She couldn't like him. . . could she?'

"I've got to get a headache pill," Draco muttered as he turned to the door. "I've suddenly got a migraine."

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Hermione felt crushed as she walked quickly down the hall. 'It's just the test,' she told herself firmly. 'I'm afraid of failing. That's all.' Tears threatened to spill down her cheeks. He had laughed at her. Suddenly she spotted Ginny. Ginny was obviously waiting to hear what he said. She rushed up as soon as she spotted Hermione.

"Well?" she asked eagerly, then saw the expression of Hermione's face. "Oh, Hermione, I'm so sorry."

"He said no, but it's not like I care. I mean, I don't care about him. But what about the test?" Hermione said this all very quickly.

"You'll just have to get him to go out with you! Don't you dare give up!"

"What's the use? So Lavender will tell Neville that I like him. I'll just tell him I don't!"

Lavender and Parvati had been waiting for Hermione too, and they walked up in time to hear this last part. "Then we'll publicly announce to the Great Hall that you are in love with Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle," Lavender announced, thinking quickly.

"Anything but that!" Hermione exclaimed. "Oh, no! Malfoy's probably is going to tell everyone that I like him now! Nnooooo!"

Ginny, Lavender, and Parvati glanced uneasily at each other. "Um. . . he might not," Parvati said doubtfully.

"No! Harry and Ron, especially Ron, are going to kill me!" Hermione cried in despair.

"Maybe we should lock them up for a few weeks?" Ginny suggested. "Say that they are in danger from You-Know-Who?"

"No. I'm going to have to just deal with it," Hermione said determinedly. "And I will do this dare," she added with a glare at Lavender and Parvati.

"That's the spirit!" they shouted together.

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Draco headed straight for the one place where he could be alone. The library. He had always loved books; they were adventures where the kids had nice dads and sane moms. He could escape his problems here, forget about anything and everything. And today's subject was: Hermione Granger. She had really confused him back in that classroom. They were mortal enemies. Weren't they? Draco knew that he should go and tell everyone what Granger had asked him. She wasn't a good enough liar to cover that up. Weasley and Potter would get angry. Not to mention the rest of the Gryffindors. The Fabulous Trio would be unhappy, therefore, he would be happy. So why couldn't he go tell someone? He should. He should tell Peeves. . .no, no one ever believed Peeves. But any Slytherin should do. He would go right now. But he couldn't. Why couldn't he? "Dammit, why can't I?" Draco exclaimed aloud. Some first years looked up, interested.

"You said a bad word," one of them said.

"You're not supposed to say bad words," another one scolded.

"Dammit, dammit, dammit," Draco spat at them. They winced each time he said it. He needed to read something. Something to get his mind off Hermione. He walked over to the first bookshelf. "Romances," Draco read aloud. He groaned. "That won't help. Oh, look, a book actually called "My Brown Haired Girl. Maybe in the Muggle book section." Draco walked over to the section that he figured was the least likely to have a book that would remind him of her. He found Muggle books very interesting because he liked laughing at their weird inventions. He picked up the first book he found without bothering to read the title. He opened it to the first page. "One sunny morning Hermione Johnson. . .Nnnnnooooooooo!"

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Hermione walked into the common room with Ginny ten minutes later. They had decided that she would brave anything Harry and Ron did, then devise a plan. They walked slowly in, preparing for the worst. Harry and Ron were sitting in a corner, playing wizard's chess. Everything looked all right. They didn't seem mad. Hermione and Ginny tried to creep quietly up to Ginny's dorm, but Harry spotted them.

"Hey! Where are you going?"

Hermione stopped with one foot on the staircase.

Ron turned around. "Why don't you play the winner, one of you?"

"O-okay," Ginny said nervously. They hadn't seemed mad.

"You guys aren't going to yell at me?" Hermione asked.

"Why would we yell at you?" Harry looked closely at Hermione; he was slightly less dense than Ron. "Did something happen?"

Ginny realized that Hermione was about to blurt out the whole story. "No, nothing's wrong. It's just that Ron is always yelling at Hermione." She smiled quickly, to show that she was telling the truth.

"I do not!" Ron started to defend himself when there was a huge boom from the other side of the room.

"What was that?" Hermione asked, intensely relieved that Harry and Ron had not heard of anything. Yet.

"It works! It works!" Fred yelled.

"We did it! We did it!" George screamed.

"You did what? You did what?" Ginny shouted right back, jumping up and down like the twins were.

"Oh, we can't tell you," Fred said innocently. "That would spoil everything."

"You see, we have to perfect it. But it's our greatest invention yet!" George added.

"It's astounding!"

"Amazing!"

"Genius!"

"Stupendous!"

"Wild!"

"Zanious!"

"Astonishing!"

"Remarkable!"

The twins continued on like that for quite a while. Harry turned, stunned, to Ron. "I didn't even know that there were so many words to describe something, let alone the twins know them!" he whispered.

"Oh, one day they got a hold of a thesaurus and spent the whole day looking up words to describe their inventions," Ron whispered back. The twins were still listing adjectives, though most people had lost interest when seeing that they weren't going to get to actually see the invention.

Hermione and Ginny headed quietly up to the 5th year's dorm. They collapsed on two of the beds.

"Do you think that he won't tell anyone or that he just hasn't told them yet?" Hermione asked.

"I don't know," Ginny replied.

"Well, I'm tired. I think I'll take a nap before lunch. We didn't get much sleep last night."

"Okay. I'm going to see what Ron and Harry are up to. Try to figure this out, okay?"

"Okaaaaa. . ." Hermione had already fallen asleep, so Ginny quietly tiptoed out the door.



Done! YAYAYAY! What do you think? Fred and George's invention might play a big part of the story! I know what it is! But I'm not telling! Ha ha! Sorry, I'm still on a little bit of a sugar high. Please review! Pretty please?! I've gotta finish my project now, but I'll update soon!