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A/N:
To readers who had read the chapters on the past life only:
You might have noticed the change in the story... The number of chapters and things. I even edited some of the chapters. Hope it doesn't get worser and worser. Anyway, my editing does not affect the flow of the story, trust me. So you can jolly well continue with chapter 13. The original chapter 1 to 3 will be up after I'm done with this story.

Any comments on such a change, please inform me either by emailing (put the subject as 'from fanfic. net') or reviewing.


She looked up and peered over his shoulders to find out the time from the antique grandfather clock before accepting his offer. Sipping the warm tea, she asked, "What made you love a Mudblood?"

He did not expect this.

Chapter 12: I'll take you on!

"What can I say?" Sigh. He took so long to answer her simple question. "There's no reason... to love..." Draco's normally cool, stormy gray eyes were filled with love... and lust as they pierced through Hermione's soul. She felt warm. She felt so warm under his gaze. How is it possible?

His eyes were supposed to be used for freezing everyone's heart... But it warmed her up. It felt abnormally nice. Really. And the eyes were seeing through every part of her mind... her soul. Hermione felt that she was so exposed to him, how she wished he'd stop that!

Seeing that he absolutely had no intention to let her off, she decided to make the first move. So, Hermione tilted her head to avoid his eyes.

Unfortunately, Draco held up his hand and prevented her from turning away by holding onto her left cheek firmly but gently. "Don't. Move." He cautioned. How he longed for her...

So, again, he shifted towards her. Slowly, and gradually, the distance between them was pulled shorter and shorter, still.

As Hermione felt so tensed and rooted to her chair, she reacted to the situation quickly.

She twisted and turned under his grasp, trying to get free.

No such luck.

Draco had been training as a Seeker for at least six or seven years already. If her reflexes were to be faster than his, he could just end his life by choking on his saliva. Draco immediately 'sprung' into action and held her head more firmly, his left hand had been set to work too.

So, the whole picture at the moment was like this:

Draco grabbed her right wrist; his right hand still on her head (it had shifted to the back of her head, since dunno-when); his lips were on Hermione's; and Hermione still had not given up on twisting and turning.

The kiss was hard and it hurt. The impatient Draco kept trying to stick his tongue into her mouth by prying her lips open with his tongue whilst she tried to press them together full-forced. How could he be so rough?

'If he did it nicely, I might consider letting him continue... Oh, bad Hermione!'

Whenever she turned her head vigorously, his lips will part with hers and so, she would shout, "Malfoy, you freak! Stop! Stop!"

This whole kissing lasted for only seven seconds when finally, after all the struggling, she did it! Yeah!

Hermione used her free foot to step onto his bare toes. Draco yelled hysterically. Wow, now she knew that was his sensitive spot. He let Hermione go and they both fell onto the carpeted floor, for some reason.

The Head Girl scrambled to her door and got up to brush herself off all the dust before turning to Draco (he was still whimpering and whining over his few sore toes) and said in a rather disappointed voice, "I think we have to talk... after the both of us'd calm down." She added and took out her wand, which was deep in her pocket, to open her door.

Draco's whines were gradually being taken over by the night's quietness. The Head Boy looked at her door, he remembered the disappointment in her soft, hurt voice. Then, guilt raided his mind.

Harry was dejected, sad beyond words and boiling with anger.

What a nerve that git had!

However, he felt that Hermione had had enough to handle for the day, so he should just let her be alone in her room. He'll be back to look her up in the morning, just before he leave for Hogsmeade with some other friends.

And if he sees that Malfoy lurking around the place when he comes for Hermione, he'll make sure Malfoy has hell to pay!

(It was the first Hogsmeade Visit of the year the following day, which happens to be a Sunday. Um, I did try to check with my other chapters, but the problem is that I still couldn't remember if I wrote anything on the first Hogsmeade Visit of the year, if I did, tell me, please...)

"Rise and shine!" Harry greeted Hermione with that cheerful grin he had always wore since they had been going steady.

(Let me make this clear. Harry got the key from Hermione, so he could enter her room freely.)

She peeked through her narrowed eyes and saw her dearest boyfriend. She felt relieved with him around and returned him a grin.

"Wake up! Come on..." He started to drag Hermione. But she kept falling onto the bed again and again. "Don't make me do this, Hermione..." Harry flashed an evil grin.

This made Hermione open her eyes wide. She knew what he was going to do, just by his mischievous tone.

Soon, laughters sounded in the cozy room as Harry tickled Hermione at her sides. "Harry! Harry!" She gasped amidst her laughter, "Ok, I'll rise and shine, I -hahah- promise!"

"That's my girl." And he bent to kiss her lightly on the lips. It brought back certain memories. Like what happened yesterday. The three of them (Draco, Hermione, Harry) all knew about it. And yet Harry would not let anyone know what he knew.

It was really nice to see the crowd in the Hall. Everyone was so alive with energy. Everyone was ready to start the day.

"Harry! Hermione! Why is it that you are both so... late?" Ron asked. Then, he made a funny expression, it was like what a cartoon character would look like if he thought up of an idea and a light bulb appear next to the character's head. "I know!" He continued, "You both are dating." He commented in a very very serious tone.

Hermione did not blush, she just said, "Ron, I seriously think that your IQ had improved tremendously over the summer holidays..." Then, she munched on the crunchy side of the toast.

Harry stared at her in alarm... 'I always thought that she wanted the others to not know about our dating till she's comfortable?' He asked himself, before answering himself again, 'Ah... She's comfortable already... But what maked her so? It couldn't be because of yesterday... Could it?'

Ron took the information rather lightly, he just shrugged and said smugly, "My IQ had always been sooooooooo good!"

"So, Hermione...?" Harry asked.

"Yeah?" She replied coolly.

"Can I...?" Harry asked again... although he did not complete his sentence, Hermione got the message.

She smiled in a too-sweetly manner and faced Harry, "What do you think?"

"No." Sigh. He had expected it, so he turned back to his food.

Hermione smiled innocently at Harry. "Don't sulk. It's still early in the morning and you want to begin the day with such an ugly sulk? Are you that unhappy?"

"Obviously." Harry rolled his eyes.

Hermione snickered, "Ok. So what can I do to make you happy?"

"Nothing."

"Come on..." Hermione giggled. He's such a nice guy to bully, um, not that she bullied him often... Ok, she did tease him once in a while.

"Ah... I see two lovey-doveys (sp?) having breakfast together... How nice." Draco sneered (more at Harry).

"Why? Are you jealous or something?" Harry stood up, infront of his sweetheart.

He smirked, "Why would I be jealous?"

"You son of a bitch, get back to your own house table. Must you make me puke even before I touch my food?" Harry taunted. Hermione thought that was impressive.

Draco chose to ignore his question and frowned, "Potter, would you please make way? I have to get through."

Harry looked behind him. "Why can't you use the other side of the table to get through?"

"Malfoys don't waste time with lowly people like you." He retorted simply and grabbed Hermione's wrist. She yelped but he just pulled her and said in an urgent whisper, "I have to talk to you."

Right at this moment, Harry got out his wand and aimed it right at Draco's head. "Don't you dare. Let go of her."

Draco turned around. He no longer feared wands, so he quickly pulled out his own and pointed it at Harry. "You can't make me."

The three pupils were not aware of all the eyes that were on them. Well, you can't blame the pupils, a fight between the two most famous guy in school would definitely be more fun than Hogsmeade.

Hermione's eyes pleaded with Harry... to... not hurt Draco?!!!!!

A/N: Honestly, I expected flamings to come my way after this's put up. I mean... I feel that there just got to be a lot of expression errors with this one... Just hope that you'll at least understand what it is about.

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