AN: Hermione Double, trust me, I had the same idea in mind. Read on.

Disclaimer - I don't own anything, cept the plot. So yeah, don't sue me. :)

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She didn't want it to end, but she had to. She wasn't that easy, no. she had to be a little forceful. Unwillingly, she pushed him away. "What do you think you're doing?!" she said in a scandalized tone. "What? You're the one who said 'do it'!"

"I didn't think you were actually going to!"

"Yes well, you said you had to be in the situation, and I put you there, and you responded. So I acted upon it. Why, are you saying you didn't enjoy it?"

"Well, that's besides the point! Why would you ask that anyway?"

"Because I was curious maybe?"

"Oh, so you wanted to know if I was easy, is that it?"

"NO! That's not it at all!" Draco huffed. "I wanted to know cause... I just did!"

"And that remark! 'You look ravishing', You just want to get into my panties! That's why I'm here!" Hermione retorted hotly. 'Oh yes Hermione, and like you mind THAT thought...' her mind said sarcastically. "I did not!" Draco replied, "I asked for your help because I bloody well like you!" The room got quiet immediately with these words. "You... you like me? The filthy little mudblood?"

"Oh come off it, I said that cause I had no other way of speaking to you."

"How long?"

"Since the third year."

"And you never said anything because.."

Draco's jaw dropped. "I never said anything because... well... look at me! I'm the one that dishes out insults and talks badly about anyone in any other house. How were you going to react if I came up to you and said 'Oh yes, and by the way, I think I maybe in love with you.'" Another silent moment passed. "I probably would've said likewise." Hermione responded quietly. He gaped at her once more. "What?"

"You remember in our third year, when you said something to Harry and I slapped you?"

"How could I forget?"

"Well, after that it was like. I don't know, some weird obsession. Sure, I'd play hate in front of... well... everyone-"

"As did I."

"But behind the mask it was something entirely different."

"Exactly."

"I would've said something but... well under circumstances..."

"Friends and such."

"Yes... I couldn't. I'd go on 'hating' you."

"Just as I did."

"But secretly, I think that I'm..."

Hermione opened her eyes slowly. She was in the common room, lying on the couch. She furrowed her eyebrows in confusion, when she looked at the time. 11:50. "CRAP!" She yelled, jumping up. Harry and Ron looked over at her in bewilderment. "What was that about?" Ron asked stupidly. "Nothing. I-I have to go. Won't be back for a while. Don't wait up!" She said quickly, sprinting out of the common room quickly and dashing down the halls. Her heart was beating. So the kiss, the questions, the coming out... it was all a dream. A stupid dream she'd wish was a reality.

She turned a corner, flew up some steps and was hurtling down the corridor to the Room of Requirement when she saw Draco standing there, his back toward her. She tried stopping but found herself skidding to a halt, and crashing right into him. They both toppled over onto the floor. "Yikes! I'm so sorry... I lost track of time and..." she trailed off as she helped herself off of his back. He was laughing under his breath. "It's nothing, nothing. Don't worry about it." He said reassuringly. He stood himself up and looked down at Hermione.

"I'm not used to you being so nice." She replied.

"Trust me, I'm not used to being this nice. Shall we start then?"

"Yes, hold on." She turned to the door and closed her eyes. 'I need a place we can study Muggles' she thought for a few moments. Finally she opened her eyes and opened the door confidently. Inside was a single table, shelves of books, diagrams and some examples. It looked exactly as her dream, which was peculiar. Very peculiar indeed. She took a seat in one of the empty chairs at the table and motioned for Draco to do the same. He did as directed and looked at her. "Um... well, I thought we'd start by just... you know, you telling me what you actually do know about Muggles. Then we'll get out a book, and I'll teach you a bit from it. Sound good?"

"Sounds fine to me." Draco said flatly.

"Right. So err... what do you know?" she asked nervously, suddenly feeling uncomfortable. She seemed a lot more confident in her dream. Then again, it wasn't reality, and that wasn't actually her. He looked thoughtful for a moment, then said, "Well, I know Muggles can't perform magic, they can't know about wizards and witches, and they were stupid enough to try and burn witches a while back. Um..." he closed his eyes. "That's... about it."

"So basically, you don't know anything."

"Exactly."

"Okay then, we'll start with something simple." Hermione got up and walked over to one of the shelves. "We'll start with... well, what are you interested in?"

"I don't really want to know anything about Muggles."

"Okay..." she grabbed a book and walked back over to the table with it. Her signature thud rang in the room as she put it on the surface. "We'll start with. light." She said finally, after flipping through pages. "Hermione, I know about light. That's not a muggle thing." Draco replied in a bored tone.

"You're right, but electricity is."

"Elec...what?"

"Electricity. It's what makes there light, runs there televisions, plays there radio's and basically everything else."

"Ah..."

"You see, electricity-" she placed the book in front of him. "Is Muggles survival, entertainment, and so forth. Electricity is a type of charge that makes things such as that-" she pointed over to a broken television on a shelf. "Show tiny moving pictures in which Muggles are entertained."

"So muggle photos move too?"

"No, no. Muggle photos stay still. Muggle television is basically a bunch of little Muggle photos put together to make it seem like they're moving."

"Fascinating."

"As I was saying, everything Muggles do uses electricity. Take the subways, for instance, they are put on a track while a rod is place atop it. The scraping of the ceiling with the rod causes sparks of electric charge to erupt, and it helps the train move."

"Sounds complicated."

"Slightly, but that's why they have engineers."

"And what are engineers?"

"Muggles who toy with the engines in cars, planes, and anything that moves."

"And what are engines?"

For a while, Draco asked questions while Hermione answered them to the best of her ability. This went on for nearly an hour before Hermione tried changing the subject. "Okay, so now that you've got the basic idea... and a slightly more complicated idea of electricity, lets move on, shall we?"

"May I just ask something?"

"Of course."

"Are you and Potter dating?"

She laid her hand upon the pages of the book and looked to Draco. "N-no, why would you ask?"

"Just curious. How about you and Weasley?"

"No."

"Are you dating anyone?"

"No..."

"Okay then, we can continue."

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