Parvati Patil walked casually into, and saw the sobbing form of Hermione, sprawled on the bed, crying heavily into her now soaking wet pillow.

"Hermione?!" She exclaimed, shocked at seeing the most dignified person she knew reduced to tears because of some unknown happening. "What's wrong?"

Hermione shook her head, as if to say 'don't worry', but Parvati wouldn't give up. Seeing the note in Hermione's hand, she snatched at it and ran from the angry Hermione, who'd suddenly lept up from the bed. They ran around the small room, until when Parvati started to open up the letter, Hermione whipped out her wand and yelled "Expelliarmus!". The paper flew out of Parvati's hand and into Hermione's, while Parvati herself flew through the air and landed heavily on Lavender's bed.

"Ow!" Parvati complained, "I was only trying to help!"

"Well don't then!" Hermione yelled back, while she folded the letter neatly and put it in her pocket safely next to the other, underneath her school robes. Then she stormed out of the room. Professor McGonagall was standing outside the door.

"Did you just use magic young lady?" Demanded McGonagall's stern voice.

"Who cares if I did?" She asked in a mocking and deriding tone. The people congregated behind McGonagall, gasping in horror at her impudence, yet Hermione didn't even blink.

"It's against the rules!" The Professor stated, her rough demeanour now becoming harder with contained fury.

"Like I said," Hermione sneered, "Who cares!" She dashed down the stairs and out the portal, and before anyone could give chase, she had disappeared into the depths of the castle.

Hermione hid in the darkened corridor, then smirked as she pulled on Harry's invisibility cloak from under her robes. Then, without even a second of hesitation, she threw the cloack around her, and pulled the hood over her head, just as Filch walked past her position. Grinning like an idiot, she crept down the hallway, and deeper into the castle's interior. She walked past open classroom doors, with students being goodie-goodies and learning things. How boring! she thought. Hermione walked past her charms class, not even glancing into the room. Then she turned the corner and bumped into the person there.

"Well, well, well Potter. Creeping around again with that cloak of your's?" Draco's voice sneered from the shadows. Hermione threw back the cloak, and Draco stared in surprise.

"Hermione, is that Potter's cloak?" He asked, and when she nodded, his amazed stare turned into a victorious grin. "Come with me." He told herquickly, and together they ran down the hallway and down various flights of stairs until they came to a dead end, deep down in the dungeon level of the castle. Then Draco spoke two words and the wall swung back, revealing what must be the Slytherin common room.

"Sit." Draco gestured to some empty armchairs. Still far too thrilled to think of the consequences, Hermione sank down into a chair next to the one Draco was seated in.

"So..." began Draco, "We're both missing from Charms. Wonder what Flitwick thinks."

"Actually, wonder what everyone else thinks."

"Bugger what everyone thinks." Draco leaned over and kissed Hermione softly on her mouth. As she responded, she saw the wall slide open once again, admitting the tall, dark and unmistakable form, of Professor Severus Snape.