A/N: Chapter Five!! The one you've all been waiting for! Well, maybe not, I really don't know... But anyways, read it! You'll have fun. This chapter brings in more of the characters, instead of just focusing on Pansy and Harry, which, while fun, gets boring after a while. Enjoy!

P.S. Hi again! This is a repost as of January 26, 2003. This is the SECOND repost of this chapter. I disliked the first draft, and then I wrote something out of the repost that was actually pretty important to the story, so that's why I'm reposting it. Again. Hope that makes sense. So, I hope you have fun reading. Sorry bout all the reposts. This should be the last one.

Rating: PG-13

Pairings: Harry/Pansy, Hermione/Draco, Ron/Padma, and Ginny/Neville

Disclaimer: To own or not to own... Not.

I'm getting really desperate, aren't I? I don't even own this disclaimer, it's just a famous rip-off of Shakespeare...

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Hermione leaned back into her chair, staring at her boyfriend. Draco was sitting across from her in the common room they shared as Head Boy and Girl, smirking.

"What?" he asked her innocently. It was a very interesting look, paired with that smirk...

Hermione shook herself inwardly and glared at him. "You know how upset Ron gets whenever you kiss me."

His smirk grew wider as he replied, "Well, gee, I didn't notice."

Hermione rolled her eyes. "When you don't notice is when Millicent Bulstrode beats me in Transfiguration."

"Hey, she's a Slytherin as well," he mock glared at her.

Hermione copied Draco's former smirk. "So you admit it."

Draco rolled his eyes, then smiled at her mischievously. "Come here."

She raised a brow as if to say, 'Like I'd fall for that one,' then said imperiously, "Why don't you come over here?"

Draco sighed, defeated, and stood, walking over to the Gryffindor-themed chair and grabbed Hermione's hand, hauling her up. He sat down and pulled the girl into his lap. She chuckled, leaning back into his body.

"You know, if you wanted me to sit in your lap, all you had to do was ask."

Draco grinned against her hair, wrapping his arms around her middle. "Where's the fun in that?"

She sighed, letting her mind wander to other things. Ron, Harry... She gasped. Draco immediately stiffened.

"What?" he asked worriedly.

"I'm sorry, it's not that bad, it's just..." she trailed off uncertainly.

"Just what?"

"Well...it's Harry. And not just Harry..." She paused, wondering whether she should tell him what she knew. "It's ... Pansy."

Draco frowned. "What about her?"

"Well... I've been watching her since the beginning of the year, and I realized something. But before I tell you, you have to swear not to reveal it to anyone."

"Of course not," Draco asserted.

Hermione smiled. "Okay. Don't laugh..."

Draco sighed. "And I was all ready."

Hermione rolled her eyes, grinning. "Okay, okay. I think that Pansy's in love with Harry."

Draco started shaking.

Hermione frowned. "I told you not to laugh."

"I'm not laughing," he said, in a tightly controlled voice.

Hermione scowled at him. "Fine. Laugh." She was surprised he didn't bust a gut. But the sound of his laughter was so wonderful... Hermione shook herself out of her thoughts again. She needed to stay at the task at hand. When she felt his laughter dying down, she said quietly, "What's so funny about it, anyways?"

"Well," he said slowly, "it's mostly just that she likes him. And, according to you, loves him. I mean, he's The Boy Who Lived. Her mother..." he shook his head. "Let's just say she's the female version of my father." His arms tightened around her.

Hermione nodded. She knew exactly what he meant. But... "How do you know that she isn't the female version of you?"

He shrugged. "I don't. I mean, she was the closest thing I had to a friend, but we still weren't all that close."

Hermione sighed, and leaned against Draco once more. His arms tightened around her as he buried his face in her neck, and he sighed, saying quietly, "He loves you, you know."

Hermione frowned, confused. "Who?"

"Harry."

Hermione's first reaction was to laugh, but then she frowned again. "What makes you say that?"

"Well, first of all, the way he looks at you. Then there's the fact that Ron blows up whenever I even touch you."

Hermione raised a brow, questioning, "Wouldn't that imply that Ron's the one who's in love with me?"

Draco sighed raggedly, as if the answer should have been obvious. "No. He's in love with Padma. Have you seen the way he looks at her?" He shook his head. "Have you ever seen Harry go out with anyone? Anyone at all?" When she didn't reply, he continued. "He's never dated anyone, not even that Chang girl he was head-over-heels for in our fourth and fifth years."

They sat in silence for a few minutes before Hermione suddenly sat up, and turned in his lap. He loosened his arms until they rested on her hips. "Hey..." she trailed off, smirking suggestively. "What if we set them up?"

"Who?"

"Harry and Pansy, of course! She's in love with him, and he needs to get over me."

Draco nodded slowly, pursing his lips. "Okay. But how are we going to do that? She's a Slytherin, he's a Gryffindor," he put a finger over her lips when he saw she was trying to contradict him, and continued, "and they don't have the luxury of a shared common room."

Hermione sighed, defeated. "You're right, of course."

"I'm always right," he smirked.

"Yeah, right." Hermione rolled her eyes. "So you want to know how? Well, Professor McGonagall's helped us out a little with that one. If you don't remember, she paired them together for the Transfiguration project. And," she poked him in the chest, "they have to sit together for the rest of the year."

"Oh, that's right."

Hermione smirked. "You were probably too caught up in thanking the gods that she'd paired us together."

Draco shrugged, a small smirk emerging. "Maybe."

"Whatever am I going to do with you?" she asked rhetorically, before leaning down and brushing her lips against his. As she pulled away, his hand came up and grasped her neck, pulling her back down. Hermione smiled against his lips, and let herself be caught up in the wave of passion.

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Hermione snuggled against Draco's chest, sighing contentedly. "So," she smiled. "Whatever are we going to do with Harry and Pansy?" They were lying on the couch in the common room, where they had moved after the chair had grown uncomfortable.

Draco sighed. "Why don't we focus on the more immediate problem of who you're going to cheer at the next game."

Hermione furrowed her brow before realizing what he was talking about. "Oh, dear." Draco raised a brow. She glared at him. "You know very well that I can't abandon Harry. He's been one of my best friends since our first year."

Draco sighed again. "That doesn't mean I can't wish. Too bad you can't take some Polyjuice Potion or something."

Hermione raised a brow. "And then who would take my place? And for that matter, who would I be?"

Draco shrugged. "I don't know. It was just an idea."

Hermione sighed again, resting her head against her boyfriend's shoulder. "I wonder if Pansy's ever had the same problem…" She gasped, sitting up. "That's it Draco! Pansy!" Her mind was working quickly, forming a plan.

Draco, however, wasn't paying attention. "What?"

"Draco!" She turned around and glared at him.

He rested his head on his arm and cocked a brow, smirking. "What?"

"Pay attention!"

Draco sighed.

Hermione rolled her eyes. "Oh, grow up." She stood and grinned at him. "So. Are you gonna help me with the Potion?"

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Pansy gulped. Hermione Granger had just pulled her into the bathroom, and was smiling at her. "What is it?" she asked quietly, her voice trembling.

Hermione just smiled at her and walked past her to one of the stalls. "Have you heard of the Polyjuice Potion?"

Pansy furrowed her brow. "Of course I have. We learned about it last year in Potions."

Hermione brightened. "Good. Now, I was wondering something. You know that I'm going out with Draco right?" Pansy nodded slowly. "And, as you well know, he is the Seeker for the Slytherin's team, while Harry, my best friend, is Seeker for the Gryffindors. And, well, I guess it isn't that bad, but… Well, anyways, it's mostly you actually. Your dilemma is greater than mine, really."

Pansy gaped at Hermione disbelievingly. "What?" Was she hearing this right?

"You heard what I said. Now," she continued, "the potion will be ready in time for the game tomorrow. I want you to meet me here."

"And then…"

Hermione's smirk would have made Draco proud. "And then we will switch places."

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Harry sighed, leaning back onto the bed. The game against the Slytherins was the next day. Hermione had been acting very strangely for the past month. Always smiling strangely at him, and going off to find Draco more than she had before. Harry and Pansy had worked together quietly, although the – electricity really was the only way to describe it – was still there.

He was a little nervous about what was going to happen the next day. It was the Gryffindors first game against the Slytherins since Draco and Hermione had started going out, and he wondered if she would cheer with the Slytherins, against him.

Eventually, he drifted off into a dreamless sleep.

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A/N: Yay! That was so much fun. If you all think this is out-of-character or whatever, tell me. I might change it, the key word being might.

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