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o Color me green and call me a Slytherin o

Draco slammed his bedroom door and threw himself onto his silken sheets.

He was NOT in a good mood. At all.

He had just been in the library working on his potions essay, when The Boy Who Wouldn't Die and his sidekick, Weasel came and ruined the quiet by picking a fight with him.

"Well, you shocked me, Malfoy." The Wonder-Boy had said. "I didn't think you actually did potions homework." He picked up one of the potions books and began to flip through it. This, Draco reminded himself, was why he never did homework in the Library.

"If I didn't do homework, Potter, how would I be able to surpass you in every single class?"

"Favoritism. Or money." Weasly had interjected.

GOD did Draco hate it when people accused him of buying his grades. He worked harder than most students at that school save Granger who really had no life.

"Money, Weasel? Bit jealous, maybe?" Draco laughed silently as the boys ears turned an amazing shade of tomato red. Sure, as usual he had the upper hand, but he was tired of this. He packed up his work and swept out of the library before either boy could utter another infuriating word.

And this is where he had ended up. Furiously pounding his fists into his poor defenseless pillow. As if he, Draco Malfoy for Christ sakes, had to BUY his grades. Sure he had the money if he needed to, but he didn't. He WORKED for those grades.

"Might as well finish that bloody essay," he mumbled to himself. He gathered his things again and exited his room, closing the door, this time, much more quietly.

The fire was warm and the cushions soft and before he had even written one word, he was asleep.

Hermione trudged up to her room, dreading breakfast the next morning. How in the name of Merlin was she to tell everyone at once? She glanced down at the robes she was carrying and saw a shimmering serpent where her once beloved Gryffindor lion had been. There was no turning back now.

She silently prayed that Draco wasn't in the common room when she entered.

Draco looked up as she entered the room.

"Hermione...."

"Hi, Draco..." she said in a breathy voice.

"I know we could never be together, but will you give me one kiss to remember you by?"

"Oh Draco! Of course we can be together!"

"Either way... uh-"

But he was silenced as her lips came crashing down on his...

Luck was clearly not on Hermione's side, because when she entered the common room, there was Draco. Asleep. At least she could sneak passed him.

"Hermione..."

She stopped dead in her tracks and turned around... but Draco was still asleep. His breathing was so shallow though and Hermione began to worry.

"Malfoy?" she said, gently shaking him. His eyes shot open wide and he looked at her with a confused expression. "Are you ok?"

"Bloody hell!" he yelled before shooting off the couch and into his bedroom, slamming the door yet again.

Behind his bedroom door Draco Malfoy was pacing and silently freaking out. He had just had a dream about that Mudblood, Granger! And bloody hell, he had called her Hermione! And KISSED her! And liked it... It was just a dream, he told himself. Just- he stopped. Had Granger been carrying a Slytherin robe?

What a day, Hermione thought as she turned the hot water tap and began to fill the tub. And it was only the beginning. She could only imagine what tomorrow would be like. So many questions and only her to answer them... only her. She vaguely wondered if she should have talked to Harry and Ron before she told the whole school, them included, but decided it was too late. They would probably be angry, but they should understand, right? Best friends always understood. She got undressed and slipped into the waiting hot water. She could feel her body relax as the warmth untied her knotted and stressed joints. She closed her eyes and could feel herself drifting to sleep.

But then she was rudely awakened.

"So, Granger, are you sleeping with a Slytherin or just going through the laundry?"

A/N: Well, this was originally going to be a really long chapter, but I have to leave for a trip tomorrow and I thought I would post what I had so far (which just happened to be a bit of a cliffie, total accident I assure you. =P) I won't be home until the 21st or 22nd and I didn't want you to have to wait that long, so... tada!! Here it is. Thanks again to my MARVELOUS reviewers. I love you all and to any new readers, see that little purple-ish blue button that says "go"? USE THAT BUTTON. =) I LOVE that button. Thank-you.

-Monster Mandee

oh, and I also wrote a short lil one-shot to make up for the last 2 real short chapters. It's called Filthy and Beautiful. =D shameless self- promotion... I know. =D