Today, I decided to update, because I was reading all the reviews and I got all these warm feelings inside. And then I decided to do a "fast" update. (yeah, over a week is bad for you guys, but wow for me)

Thanks readers, reviewers, etc. I love you guys. And thanks to super sycoh, for answering me back.

I'm a bit surprised that you didn't get confused, because I was confusing myself a bit when I was writing it. But then again, you are the intelligent ones. And, just, I'm not.

Hey, if this chapter is a bit *weird*, don't blame me, blame the me on coffee.

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          If looks could kill, Pansy and Blaise would be writhing in pain and burning in hell at the moment. Hermione was glaring evilly. And then Pansy whimpered.

                   "Ahh, Pansy and Blaise," another whimper arose from Pansy and Hermione said, "scared? Why on earth would you be scared? I'm just Hermione Granger, a simple little witch that could just about KILL you right now. But you know, that's about it. Actually, no it isn't. Shouldn't I have some fun first?"

          And before Pansy and Blaise could do anything, Hermione had them in a body-binding curse and also silencioed.

                   "Let me take these from you. You won't be needing them during my...demonstrations," she said while taking their wands and laughing manically.

                   "Oh wait, I must get my assistant. He must be dying to know about every single thing you idiots did. Does anyone know who he is? Huh, huh?"

          Another manic laugh emerged from Hermione as Pansy and Blaise tried to fidget, but couldn't. And when they tried to speak, nothing came out of their mouths.

                   "Hmm, it seems like you two can't speak. What happened? Let me make this a bit easier for you. My assistant's name is a bit weird, I mean, whose name means dragon around here? And I mean, who wants their name to start with D and end with Raco?"

          A look of pure horror emerged from Blaise. Pansy looked shocked. Hermione was just…possessed?

          And then Hermione apparated with a *pop!*.

          Blaise lipped something along the lines of "Crap!"

          And Pansy, she was trying not to faint.

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Well, I suppose I owe you an explanation right? Or did everything become clear to you already? Yes, I know, I can be a [bit] confusing sometimes and well, the story and get really out of my hands and I can't describe things too well.

          So hear I was getting yelled at by "Draco" and my feelings were hurt. I mean, duh, I loved the guy. So after someone backstabs you like that, what are you supposed to feel? Happiness? Yeah, whoever said that was a moron.

          But you know, there was something fishy about the whole situation, and as I look for Draco's secretary, I realize that I wasn't really in my senses at the time (hello, when someone is "breaking up" with you, how are you supposed to feel?) And so all my stinking feelings just took over and I wasn't sensible at ALL. I mean, if I looked back at it through a pensieve, I'd definitely know that that wasn't really Draco.

          First of all, Draco is hot. And something about the "Draco" said, ewl, get away, I'm ugly.

          And then there's the part that Draco doesn't ever smell like rotting fish. Ever. Even if he was breaking up with me, he'd probably go to a male salon just to get ready for it. It's like personal hygiene is his obsession.

          Third, the "Draco" had a fake fur coat. Don't ask me how I know these things; I just know that it wasn't real. But a true Draco would never, ever buy anything fake, especially fur. And the real Draco likes spending money for no good reason. So, a fake fur coat is just…not his style at all.

          Plus, that line about Blaise needing someone to "pleasure" him was a bit disturbing. More like a lot. I know for a fact that Blaise and Draco were always in a fight with each other, so why the hell would the real Draco mention Blaise at ALL?

          And after I left, I read that letter, which was filled with heartfelt words from Draco and such (more sarcasm really), signed the same date as today. Now, the kind of owl Draco has is a cross-breed between an eagle and an owl. These things travel really, really fast. Made especially for long-distance drop offs. I could tell that Draco was really in Albania. He wasn't really here. And that's how everything in this puzzle fit.

          I'm pretty sure Pansy was Eliza. She could've just used Polyjuice, right? Everything is suddenly so clear.

Currently, I'm walking up to the new office Secretary. Now I'm demanding where Draco is. She tells me I don't have the authority to know, and I punch her.

          Ah, that felt good.

          I read a couple of things in the planner and come across the address of the hotel where Draco's staying.

          I'll be back in 30 minutes. *pop!*

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                   "Excuse me; do you know which room Draco Malfoy is staying in?"

                   "Room 225. Should I tell him he has a visitor?"

                   "No, thank you anyway."

                   "Much welcome."

          And that's how my conversation went with the attendant in the front of the hotel. It's pretty fancy, because the doorman sneered at my Muggle clothing and asked if I was lost.

          I didn't punch him. But I kicked him where it hurts.

          Then, after I talked to the attendant, I went up the elevator, which I honestly have no clue why it was there. It was a wizarding hotel and well, we could just apparate.

          As I traveled to the 2nd floor, I looked at my surroundings and myself. What a mismatch! Everything was big and lavish in this fancy hotel, and me, I was simply wearing jeans with a t-shirt. [What I had before I met Draco] And a new raincoat from the Wizard "Prada". [courtesy: Draco]

          This guy was controlling my life.

          But then I reached the second floor, and what do you know, I came across room 225. I rang, and to the door came a very disheveled Draco in jeans and a t-shirt. And his hair was mussed. It was a beautiful sight. I wanted to snog him.

                   "Hermione?" he said breathlessly.

          And guess what I answered with? Guess, guess. Okay, it was a kiss. A long one. No tongue, but since I couldn't breathe, well you know the deal.

          After my lips detached from his he said:

                   "I can't believe you didn't sneeze. For a second there, I thought…."

                   "That I was allergic to you? Are you mad?"

          After a moment of silence, I said:

                   "Do you know that I love you?"

                   "Um, well, now I do."

                   "And what are you supposed to say back?"

                   "I love you too?"

                   "Good. Now kiss me, you ass."

          And he kissed me good. We snogged. We almost, almost, did "it". But then, I remembered why I was here. So I told him about the Pansy/Blaise shit and he also got an evil manic look on his face.

          At first, he was kind of Ron-like, you know beet red in the face, cursings under his breath, but then when I told him we had to plan something evil (more like humiliating) for them, he got all weird and then he burst out laughing.

          It was about like 2 hours since we left them at Draco's mansion. I was a little worried that they might escape. Of course I was worried, I mean, the sky Is green, and the grass Is blue, and Draco is just a dog I have a fetish about.

          After like, 5 minutes of coming up with ridiculous ideas of what to do to Pansy and Blaise (shave Pansy's head and do a permanent nudity charm on her body; oh wait, that would kill all of us, her body), we apparated back to the mansion, ridiculous and manic ideas running through our heads.

          They were still there. Pansy looked really pale. Draco put his foot on Blaise's stomach. I giggled.

                   "Well, Hermione, what should we do to these idiots?"

          A slight pause from me made suspense so much fun.

                   "Maybe we should veritaserum them and tape the whole thing."

                   "That's retarded. Let's do something along the lines of total humiliation and then we put them in Azkaban."

          At the sound of "Azkaban", Pansy did a soundless shriek. I snorted.

                   "Well, you know you had it coming. I mean, who could EVER fool me, former Head Girl of Hogwarts, Valedictorian of Hogwarts, not to mention-"

                   Draco cleared his throat to stop my egotistical banter. "You know, she almost did fool you."

                   "That's not the point."

                   "Yes, I'm sure that if you did get fooled, your ego would be hurt."

                   "You're making no sense. See, you are the one with the ego. And I, well, I'm supposed to be, I mean, I did have the highest possible average and was Head Girl and Valedictorian."

                   "Oh my God. Are you saying that I'm stupid?"

                   "Welll…"

                   "That was way too long of a pause!"

                   "I'm not saying that. I'm just saying that, well, I'm better."

          Wrong, Wrong thing to say. Let's just say the lion was out of his den.

                   "Are you MAD? You're the one who didn't have the job! I GAVE you the job! And plus, you only beat me by what, a .5 more for transfiguration? And I was Salutatorian! So, there! And plus, you live in MY house!"

          Now he was getting on my nerves. To think we had snogged like 10 minutes ago.

                   "Oh, you're the one who invited me! What am I supposed to say, no? And in the midst of all of this, you become even more attractive and nicer to me, what am I supposed to do? Can't a girl ever be confused? I mean, we used to be freaking "enemies" and then I find out you're friends with Harry, the "bane" of your existence, and I, I'm just confused! You know, I can't believe I'm in love with you!"

          And then he looked at me. For some reason, he just hugged me. Like, for no reason at all. Does that ever happen?

                   "Ok fine. You're better. But I love you."

          I guess he got kind of… sentimental? Guys can be so confusing sometimes.

                   "Um…I love you too." Then after a slight pause, "Why'd you give in?"

                   "Well, it was a stupid fight which got started for no reason. And Malfoys never waste their time."

          I rolled my eyes into his chest. Wow that sounds so weird.

                   "And Grangers don't love Malfoys."

                   "Well, I'm the strange one in my family. Something like this was bound to happen."

                   "Yeah."

                   "You want to go upstairs? You must be tired. And you have to tell me all about Albania."

          And then he smiled a genuine smile.

                   "Sure."

          And we left. Totally forgetting about the two retardeds laying on the floor, immobilized.

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BAD, BAD chapter.

I'm so sorry! I wrote it over like what, three days? And then I totally forgot all the ideas I had before, so I just made it fluffy-like in the end.

SO, I'm really, really sorry.

And for those who find my story unrealistic, I'm sorry. That's just how I imagine things.

This story WILL be wrapped up soon. I'm gonna miss it *tear*. But after I finish it, I might start another story or maybe even not.

Dunno at all, but if you have any suggestions at all, review me.

Which means…

R&R

(I know there'll be bad reviews for this chapter)