Hi! My week has been busy to the fullest with this project in my Biology class and well you get the point. The Chess Grand Master, Serguei Kariakin, who is 13 years old, Ukrainian, and a Harry Potter and Lord of the Rings fan, is visiting my city and he is so cute! Yeah well, I'm crazy. Thanks to: mysticrystal, CherryCharm, ChocolateKisses234, midightmoon, Samara Potter, angelic shedevil21, Hermione Girl3, Cute-Kitty and ProwlingKitKat for reviewing my last chappie. Now as I promised, Hermione and Draco will try to get back what they had, Harry starts getting jealous in this chapter. So, I hope you like it! CAUTION: Might be fluffy!

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FLASHBACK

"MALFOY! YOU ARE SO DEAD FOR WHAT YOU DID TO HERMIONE! WHERE IS SHE? WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO HER?" screamed a beet red Weasley.

"Well, Weasley if you aren't blind by now you would see that she is HERE and she is safe and sound." I said, not realizing that she had woken up.

"Hermione, are you okay? What did he do to you?" he said in a calmer voice after seeing her.

"Well, RON, I am better off with HIM than I have ever been in my years with YOU and HE DIDN'T DO ANYTHING SO WOULD YOU JUST LEAVE US ALONE!" she screamed. Then she stood up (remember I was carrying her) and dragged me to her room with a strength I wouldn't have imagined in a girl. Guess there are other sides to Granger.

END FLASHBACK

Chapter 15: Friendships and blah blah blah

DRACO'S POV

We were sitting in her bed just looking at each other, while Weasley banged on the door. Actually, I was looking at her and she was looking at her hands, which were playing with the hem of her robes. She looked up and stared blankly at my face.

"What happened between us? Was there even an 'us' before?" she said looking intently at me.

"Well," I began, trying to put it in words, "we, um, we were just friends at the beginning. Then we started to trust each other and I practically told you everything about my life. Since you were, er, at loss ('There you go again with the "losing" your memory!') of memory, you just told me what you remembered. We got closer until you asked me to be your boyfriend. You said it was because of your fear of…" I stopped there, wondering what she would say when I told her she didn't like Potter then.

"Fear of who? Voldemort?" she asked, with a look of amusement on her face, as if she were about to laugh.

"Well, even though you might not believe me, Potter." I said, waiting for the effect, but it never came.

"Oh, yeah. I still hate him. Such a prat, know-it-all, wanna-be." She said with a look of pure disgust on her face.

"I would've never thought I'd see the day Hermione Granger would HATE Harry Potter." I said, almost laughing myself.

"Yeah, well, things change. And he has changed more than you have, that's saying a lot." She said, looking at her desk.

"Well, yeah. You really think I've changed?" I said, not realizing I had said that out loud until it was too late.

"Well, I don't really know. I'm just following my gut instinct to give you a second chance. If you haven't changed and you still are that git I knew once, I'll hex you to another dimension." She said, throwing a threatening glare at me.

We kept on talking until it was 8:30p.m. and since Weasley had given up on beating down the door, we decided to go to the Great Hall to get a bite to eat. We silently opened the door to reveal an almost empty Common Room. Only McMillan was there. Luckily, he seemed way to interested in the TV to even notice us. And yes, I DO know what a TV is. Hermione showed me.

Once we were in the halls, we started talking away. I realized that she was a very good person to talk to. We talked about everything and I told her everything that happened while she was "gone".

When we arrived at the Great Hall, we each parted our ways to our respective tables even though I didn't care about my reputation anymore. The people that have a problem with our "relationship" can shove it up their…

"Hi Dracie-poo." Said an annoying, pug-faced, cow of a girl, Pansy Parkinson, while she clung onto my arms.

"Get off me Pansy. I don't like you, and I never will. Can't you get that? Or is your brain that small?" I asked, looking disgustedly at her. She didn't say anything and left the hall pouting like a dog, adding more likeliness between her and a dog.

I decided to sit by Blaise Zambini, the only Slytherin that actually had a mind. The only reason he was in Slytherin was that he had a big ambition, to be a great charmer (both magically and womanly, if you know what I mean).

"Hi Blaise." I said while sitting in front of him, to get a better view of the Gryffindor table.

"Hey! You're finally back! Hermione's been worried sick about you!" he said.

"Yeah, I know. So, what do you think about her?" I asked, wondering what boys on Hogwarts thought.

"Well, you got the perfect girl: smart, funny, charming, friendly, forgiving and hot." He said while turning to look at her.

"Yeah, well don't even think about it, she's mine." I said while turning him to look at me.

"Don't worry, I got my eyes on Ginny Weasley. She's the exact copy of Hermione, except she kicks ass better than Hermione. Have you ever been on the end of one of her Bat-Bogey curses?" he said while shaking his head as if trying to get a memory out of his mind.

"Yeah, don't remind me." I said, remembering the time she cursed me at the end of the 5th year. (AN: Yes, I did invent that!)

We finished eating in silence and said our good-byes as I stood up to go the Common Room. I signaled Hermione so she would follow. When we were outside the Great Hall, we started talking again, not noticing a pair of green eyes following our every move. When we reached the portrait we stopped and waited for the little chat with the founders.

"Good evening." Said Slytherin, surprisingly cheerful about something.

"Good evening sir. May I ask what is it that you are so happy about?" I said, noticing the smile painted on his face.

"None of your business." He said as the portrait opened.

Once we were inside the Common Room, we sat in our respective desks to do the homework we had missed. Hermione finished in a flash and went to her room to go to bed. I stayed finishing it until no one in the Common Room was left except me. Or so I thought.

When I was going over to my room, a hand grabbed my shoulder. I instinctively pulled out my wand and turned around to come face to face with the boy-who-just-wouldn't-bloody well-die, who had a look of pure fury in his face.

"What do you think you are doing with my girlfriend?" he said in a menacing tone.

"Nothing considering you don't have one!" I said, now standing in the dueling stance.

"I don't want to see you near Hermione ever again. If you do, I will make sure you won't again." He said, pointing his wand directly at my chest.

"Oooh. I'm scared. Look Potter, I don't have time to play your silly little games and get over her. If your brainless head hasn't realized it, she doesn't want to be your friend, less your girlfriend. Now get out of my sight." I said moving towards the door.

"If you keep seeing her, you will both regret it, her more than you." He said as he closed the Common Room door.

Now I was genuinely scared but not for me, for her. I was, of course, going to tell her this first thing tomorrow. I entered my room, changed into my pijamas and fell into the soft bed, falling into a deep sleep.

IN ANOTHER SIDE OF THE WORLD

"Master, the plan is proceeding. What should we do next?" said Lucius Malfoy as he kissed the hem of Voldemort's robes. (AN: Well, do you think Voldemort was going to let him rot in there, with the Dementors at his side!)

"We need someone to infiltrate Hogwarts so we can plan our next move." Said Voldemort as he caressed his snake Nagini while looking into the fireplace.

"I know just the person, Master. What about Jones?" said Lucius while looking up to the red, snake-like eyes of his master.

"No, we need someone more discreet. What about that girl, what's her name, Parkinson? Isn't she in the traitor's year?" he said while looking off into space.

"Of course Master. I will communicate with her immediately." Said Lucius while going to write to Pansy about his plan leaving Voldemort alone in the room with his snake.

"Don't worry Nagini, you will soon have both of them. I'll make sure of that." He said while laughing that evil, incessant cackle.

AN: Yeah well, lame chapter. I promise that by next chapter our Mr. Potter and Ms. Parkinson will be fulfilling their part in my plot. Trust me, it will get bloody and aggressive by the next chappie so if you hate reading bloody and abusive fics, then stop reading this one… Hope you liked it and I will try to make the next one longer! Review people! Ciao, Alannah