Trinity: I'll give you three guesses who this chapter's about....

"What's this about girls?" Hermione asked. Ginny and I had taken her out of the Great Hall.

"What was that about?" I asked, referring to the kiss.

Hermione blushed, "I don't know what you're talking about."

"Oh come on Hermione!" Ginny exclaimed. "Don't pull a Lavender."

Hermione sighed, "I guess you're referring to the kiss."

"Ya think?" I said sarcastically. "How long has this been going on?"

"For about a year."

"A year?!"

Hermione nodded, "Yeah. He just won't say anything because..."

"Because why?" Ginny asked.

Hermione looked embarrassed, "Because he's dating Pansy."

"You fancy a taken man?!" Ginny exclaimed.

"You fancy Draco?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.

Hermione's eyes widened, "Don't tell anyone, especially Ron and Harry. They'd flip. Please don't tell anyone. Please!"

"Now would we do that?" I asked. I thought about that. "Never mind, don't answer that."

Hermione giggled, "Come on, let's get to Charms." She stood, linked arms with Ginny and me, and the tree of us headed up to the second floor.

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Weeks went by and the singing didn't stop. Ginny and I were afraid that a song would overcome us and we'd sing our feelings to Harry and Ron. So, anyway, this thing between Draco and Hermione was still going on. I kept telling her to tell him how she really feels, but would she? No!

On Friday, the day before Halloween, Ginny woke me around eleven. (AN: Sixth and Seventh years have Fridays off.) She was dressed in a knee length black layered skirt with white lace ending the layers, a whit tunic style long bell sleeved shirt with a diagonal cut bottom, and a pair of black slip-on sneakers. Her hair was up in a ponytail. "What do you want?" I asked groggily.

"We need to help Hermione."

"Draco?" I asked sitting up.

"Draco." she nodded.

I stood and stretched, "Let me get dressed.

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A few minutes later, I came downstairs in a pair of blue capries, a light green spaghetti strap shirt, and blue tennis shoes. My hair was up in pigtails. "Are you ready?" Ginny asked.

I nodded, "Yes."

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We found Hermione down by the lake looking through the Hogwarts scrapbook that Colin Creevy had put together last year. The picture Hermione was staring at was of all the Prefects together. Draco was smiling up at her. "Hermione..." I began.

Hermione looked up, "What?"

"You're not still waiting on Draco are you?" Ginny asked.

"Uh...uh huh..." Hermione answered.

"Oh girl! Wake up! He's no true blue!" I exclaimed.

"Face it honey, he's a dog." Ginny added.

"And what he's got, no flea collar's gonna fix." I said. Then, I broke into song. "He's a tramp. But they love him. Breaks a new heart everyday. He's a tramp, they adore him."

"And I only hope he'll stay that way." Hermione sang, standing up.

Next was Ginny, "He's a tramp. He's a scoundrel. He's a rounder. He's a cad. He's a tramp—"

"But I love him." Hermione interrupted. She looked toward the castle, "Yes, even I have got it pretty bad."

I blocked her view on purpose, "You can never tell when he'll show up."

"You mean if." Ginny added.

I went on, "He gives you plenty of trouble. I guess he's just a no-count pup."

"But I wish he were double." Hermione revealed.

Ginny shook her head, "He's a tramp. He's a rover. And there's nothing more to say."

Hermione leaned against the tree and closed her eyes, "If he's a tramp, he's a good one. And I wish that I could travel his way. Wish that I could travel his way." Hermione opened her eyes and watched Draco walk to the Quidditch pitch in his Quidditch robes and broom with the other Slytherin team members. "Wish that I could travel his way."