Hey I have a special shout out to my latest reviewer:

Lela-hey girl im glad u like it! O…I was plannin' on ignorin' that goth chick anyways. O…the song is by Vanessa Carlton, I think I said that in my disclaimer but just in case….the songs aren't mine.


disclaimer: nothing belongs to me except the plot. Not the song, not the characters, just the plot. **depression**

"Ready to go?" Draco asked Hermione after she had showered.

"If I knew what to wear," Hermione said.

Draco dug through his drawers and pulled out some red sporty pants that zipped off at the knees, and a white beater. "Ready?" he asked.

She opened the door a little bit and handed her the clothes. She dressed and walked out. "Wow, you look better in boys clothes than girls clothes," he said.

"Yeah, right," she said.

"I'm serious!"

"Oh, yeah right."

"I'm serious!"

"Prove it."

"You shouldn't have said that."

"Why?"

He kissed her. "That's why," he said.

She shook her head and said, "Let's go downstairs. I'm bored. You can teach me how to fly."

Draco went to his closet and pulled out his Nimbus 2001 and his brand new Firebolt. He handed her the Nimbus 2001. "Come on, let's go," he said.

They walked down to the Quiddich pitch, Draco telling her the basics. After a while, she was flying on her own. "This is fun!" she said.

She did a twist in the air, followed by a cartwheel and a 360. "Are you okay, Mione?"

"Yeah!" she said. "I'm perfectly fine!"

He just sat on his broomstick, arms crossed, shaking his head, laughing.

**Sometimes I get so weird, I even freak myself out. I laugh myself to sleep it's my lullaby...**

"Ready to go?" Draco asked her.

"I don't want to go!" she whined. "I'm finally flying!"

"I have something else for us to do," Draco said.

"Oh, fine," she gave in. "But it better be fun!"

Draco led her to a black Ferrari in the back of Hogwarts. He pressed a button on his keychain and the back opened up. They put their broomsticks in it and he closed it. They got inside and Draco blasted the radio. "I love this song!" Hermione yelled.

They sang along, "I said give me two pair, I need two pair, So I can get to stompin' in my air force ones, big boy, stompin' in my air force ones. I like the all white high top strap with the gum bottom, there's something 'bout 'em that's dirty that's why I got 'em, I leave 'em strapped come up out 'em, the last person who touched 'em I damn near shot 'em."

They sang the rest of the song, laughing along with it. "I love that song," Draco said.

"Me too," Hermione said. "Nelly is so hot!"

Draco looked at Hermione, a straight face. "Oh my God you did not just say that Nelly was hot, did you?"

"Yes, I did," Hermione said. "I was joking though. That would be just plain wrong."

"I admit he's a good singer but not even a girl has the right to say he's hot."

"Hey, he's okay looking," she said. "He's not butt ugly, but not super hot."

"Agreed."

"You're a guy. Don't say that ever again."

"Geez, Mione, take everything the wrong way."

"I will."

"Be that way."

"Fine. I will."

She looked away from him, and he focused on the road ahead of him. They both burst out laughing. "I think we should go back. We've been driving for a long time."

Draco just sped up.

**Sometimes I drive so fast, just to feel the danger. I wanna scream it makes me feel alive…**

"Now you have to teach me something because I taught you how to fly," Draco said.

"Okay," Hermione thought. "Do you know how to skateboard?"

"No," Draco said. "Do you?"

"Yes."

"No you don't."

"Wanna bet?"

"Sure."

"I can skateboard."

"No you can't."

"Yes I can."

"Teach me then."

"I will."

**Is it enough to love, is it enough to breathe, somebody rip my heart out and leave me here to bleed. Is it enough to die, somebody save my live, I'd rather be anything but ordinary, plase…**

Draco drove them back to Hogwarts. She ran upstairs to her dormitory and came back downstairs with two skateboards. "You have two?" Draco asked.

"No, one's Harry's," she said.

"He'll let me use his?"

"No, you're gonna use mine, I'm gonna use his."

"Okay…."

"First," she said. "You have to figure out if you're goofy footed or regular footed."

"First, stand with your right foot forward."

He stood on the board. "Now push yourself forward a little."

He fell off almost instantly. "Now switch and put your left foot forward."

He switched his feet around. "Now do what you did before."

He kept his balance for a little while, then he lost that balance and his board slid out from underneath him. "So am I regular or goofy footed?" he asked.

"Regular," she said. "So am I, so it'll be easier to teach you."

He nodded. It took a while but eventually she taught him how to do an at least half-decent ollie.

**To walk within the lines, would make my life so boring. I want to know that I have been, to the extreme…**

"I'm tired of this," Draco complained. "My hands hurt."

"You're just learning so of course you hands will hurt. You've fallen so many times its not even funny."

"Exactly," he said. "It's not even funny."

"I wasn't laughing."

"I know. But you owe me for doing this to me."

"You're gonna keep learning until you're really good at this."

He groaned.

**So knock me off my feet. Come on now, give it to me. Anything to make me feel alive."

They kept trying to perfect his ollie until got dark, then they went upstairs to his dormitory. "How do you keep getting me up here without getting caught?" she asked him.

"I have my ways."

"What ways?" she said, laying down on his bed.

"Certain ways."

"If you don't tell me I'll hit you with this pillow," she said, standing up holding a pillow.

"I'm not gonna tell," he said stubbornly.

She hit him with the pillow. He looked at her, his mouth in a grin, but yet open with shock. "You didn't just hit me with that pillow, did you?"

She nodded, grinning. "I'll hit you again if I have to," she said.

"You wouldn't dare."

She hit him again. It turned into a huge pillow fight. Feathers were flying everywhere. He started to tickle her. She was shrieking with laughter. He got her pinned down to the bed and was kneeling next to her. She was laughing so much she could hardly breathe. "Breathe, Mione, Breathe!" he said between laughs.

She just kept laughing. "Oh my God!" he said. "You're like….." he laughed. "Having a laughing attack."

She just nodded and kept laughing. "Don't make me have to perform CPR."

"You," she said, gasping for air. "Wouldn't," she laughed. "Dare."

"Help! Help! Hermione can't breathe!"

**Let down your defenses, use no common sense if you look you will see that this world is a beautiful, accident, turbulent, succulent, opulent, permanent, no way I wanna taste it, don't wanna waste it away…**

He leaned down and kissed her. When he finally pulled away she could breathe again and she was fully over her laughing attack she said, "That wasn't CPR."

"No shit, Sherlock!" he said. "It's called kissing."

"I like kissing," she said, grinning mischievously.

"So do I," he said, and kissed her again.

They kissed for hours on end before they finally fell asleep, curled up in each others arms, their lips still pressed together.