Disclaimer: Look in the first chapter. Just in case, I am just borrowing the characters, okay?

A/N: The reviews reached more than 40, which means I have to make and post chapter 3 now. I dunno if I'll make this chapter long. Anyway, just read it! 60 reviews 'til chapter 4!

To Bea: Go and make the 4th chapter of the other fic. I don't know what to write. And don't you know that I like Takuya as much as I like Tom Felton? Where's my clipboard anyway? What were you doing with it!?

Chapter 3: Foolish, half-witted, boofhead, daggy and even more stupid…

Draco

Bloody hell! Now what have I gotten myself into!? A date with Granger - that mudblood! Am I that stupid? I know I had to think of something to piss her arse off, but why this? Probably because I never expected her to permit herself in such rubbish rendezvous. And if only I knew better, she was just taking advantage of my funds, persuading me to buy her those boxes of artificially extracted congealed pellets..oh wait! She wanted me to buy her a freaking crate of those! If she weren't just too avaricious with a diminutive fragment of her possession, I wouldn't have resorted to this kind of dilemma. But yes, I had to admit that it I didn't have this kleptomaniac, sticky fingers, none of this perplexity would've happened. But I can't be wrong, mind you. My fingers aren't the ones to be solely blamed on. It's that lass - Pansy! Why would she want to split with me - Draco Malfoy? I couldn't just break-up with her, there are lots of consequences and issues to be resolved. If I do desert Pansy, I'll be a scandalous solitary hermit! Well, it's not that I'm the only living entity who will not have a girlfriend. But mind you, Potter already has one! (guess who it is! -a/n) So this just means that I can never be date-less!! Pansy's the only decent girl I can find in this periphery…Oh well, might just make the best out of my date with the mudblood. She might be of assistance to my studies, which will help me win back Pansy's heart. I am so stressed out with this circumstance that I think I am beginning to sound like Granger.

Hermione

This is really queer, plainly bizarre. I got mum and dad some Bertie Bott's when I last went on a trip to Hogsmeade (they need glucose in their systems once in a while, I have this feeling they've been taking excessive sugar-free candies). And then suddenly, in less than 10 seconds after I settle the box on the wooden table in the library, I see this figure munching on my sweets! And of all the number enrolled here in Hogwarts, I see this aristocratic, well-bred Draco intensely slobbering over a piece like a tiny rat! And so we started the most pathetic argument of the year, me ending up with a date with that kid. Just one query, WHY!? Why did I permit myself to Draco's demand? I am now trapped in this enigmatic realm, with no means of escape. It wasn't as if I was on a real date. If only I knew better, he'd feed me with dragon dung or something. He might mix some unearthly potion in my tea, or make me a slave for a day, commanding and compelling me to perform and grant his every whim. But there is a transitory solution to these encounters from becoming a reality - preparation! My wand is always handy. There's always a possibility of boredom with Mister blonde locks, so a few schoolbooks and spellbooks should consume my time in good usage. Oh well, I do blame myself for becoming that inane to go out with Draco. Let's just wait and see the shocked faces of Hary and Ron as I narrate to them my most witless allegory.

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What do you think will happen to Draco and Hermione's date? Will they permanently dislike each other? Or will they enjoy each other's company? 60 reviews 'til chapter 4…