Hello again! I finally updated after about a year of dilly-dallying. I'd like to apologise to those of you who waited and waited and waited to read more of this fic. How selfish I must have been… Oh, well.

DISCLAIMER: Characters and settings owned by the great JKRowling. None is mine except for the plot. :)         

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Hermione awoke a little while later and she obviously noticed the 200-pound boy sprawled on top of her delicate small frame. A shattering scream pierced the air around Hogwarts (*a flock of black birds simultaneously takes flight from a nearby tree*).

          Due to the massive amounts of Butterbeer Crabbe had just drowned, his peaceful slumber was not disturbed by Hermione's amazing screech. He was obviously blissfully frolicking in Dreamland where he was holding Hermione in his arms and stroking her soft chestnut hair and whispering tender words to her that would steal her heart away… Well, at least the "holding her in his arms" part came true.

          A sliver of drool hung dangerously from Crabbe's gaping mouth; it threatened to drop on Hermione's favourite pink T-shirt. With an unbelievable strength she never knew she had, Hermione shoved Crabbe's heavy body away from her and onto the floor where he landed with a giant THUD (Hermione could have sworn she felt the floor tremble). The sliver of drool splattered on the floor forming an icky puddle on which Crabbe's face rested upon. Eww.

          "Phew!" Hermione sighed with relief. She was getting herself off the bed, planning to murder Harry and Ron for deserting her like this when her eye caught the piece of paper lying innocently on the floor. She remembered. Her head felt light again and the room was starting to swirl when she heard a grunt coming from behind her. Crabbe was getting up!

          As he got onto his knees, he wiped the wetness off his cheek with the back of his hand. Then he saw her sitting on top of his bed. Hermione… on top of HIS bed. He naturally could not belief it was happening and he rubbed his eyes to make sure and he pinched his puffy arms.

          "This can't be true," he mumbled to himself. "Hermione Granger?"

          "Um… hello," Hermione replied cautiously. Of course, it occurred to her that it seemed VERY strange (not to mention inappropriate) for a young girl like her to be found sitting on another boy's bed in the boys' dormitory. "I guess I'll be going now…" Carefully, she treaded across the room leaving the confused Crabbe behind.

          "Wait a tick!" Crabbe called out to her. She turned towards him dreading the worst. "You didn't, by any chance, come in here to mess our beds up, did you?"

          "Your beds?" Hermione answered with a nervous laugh. "Why on earth would I do something as HORRIBLE as that?!" She mustered up the courage to smile at him. Then she got an idea. "Actually, as I remember it, YOU were the one who was messing up the beds."

          "Eh? I was?" Crabbe's face resumed its normal expression – confusion.

          "Yes," Hermione replied nodding. "But you were very drunk with Butterbeer so you probably would not remember it."

          "Hmmm… I guess I was…" Crabbe put the matter at the back of his head. He did not like things that puzzled him. "So then, why did you come up here?" He raised a suggestive eyebrow at Hermione and grinned. Her mouth fell wide open.

          "No, no, no, no, NO!" she began. "That was NOT the reason I came here." Suddenly, she felt it would be better if she had admitted to messing up their beds. Crabbe started coming closer to her. "You see…"

          "Oh, I see it," Crabbe interrupted. "I see it ALL very clearly…" He puckered his fat lips and made kissy noises.

          Hermione cracked her brain trying to find a way to get herself out of this situation. Finally, to stop Crabbe from getting any closer, she reached out and slapped him across the face. Then she walked out of the room. 

          Initially, Crabbe was shocked. He tenderly placed his hand on the area Hermione's soft hands had come into contact with his puffy face and stroked it trying to soak up the traces of her hand cream.

          "It's true," he crooned. "Hermione loves me back!"

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*giggles* Poor Crabbe. I wonder what shall happen next. Don't you? Review and I shall be a happy writer. Ta!

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