Once they had finished scrubbing, they began to take the buckets and rags back to the storeroom. When Hermione put the last bucket down, she looked up to see Draco standing over her. "Uh.I'll.I'll lead you back to the Great Hall.its dark," Says Draco, thinking, Why did I say that? What the heck has gotten into me?????

"Okay, sure." Says the confused Hermione. Surprisinglly, they talked all the way to the Great Hall. They talked about such things like food and clothes and wands. For five whole minutes, they forgot that they were in different houses, that one of them was a Gryffindor, the other, Slytherin. Ther forgot that one of them was a pureblood, the other a mudblood. By the time they got to the Great Hall, they forgot everything and were in their own world.

"So. I guess I'll part here? Asks Draco uncertainly. "Yea, I guess.um..good night, Draco." "Good night, Hermione." For a moment, everything stopped. Draco leaned over and kissed. The kiss was surprisingly light and comforting. Their lips parted, and Draco looked extremely embarrassed. "Uh.Hermione.I.uh." Hermione answered for him. "Thanks, Draco."she says, smiling, walking off and leaving Draco, standing there, stupefied, wondering if he was dreaming.