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Dramione

Harry and Ron looked up at Hermione is disbelief. What in the world was she doing?

"Harry! What's wrong with her? This isn't like her!" Ron exclaimed, looking up at Hermione and the rest of the Slytherins.

"Ron, relax. It's just the effects of the Billywig. She'll snap out of it soon." Harry said, smiling at Hermione when she did a small tumble in the small carriage, and bumped her head of the window. For a second she frowned, and then Pansy started laughing at her mistake, and then they all joined in.

Suddenly the carriage bumped to a stop and everyone near the ceiling stopped giggling, only for a moment. Harry and Ron sighed and each grabbed one of Hermione's arms and pulled her down. She giggled madly as they hopped down from the compartment and struggled to keep her down.

"Hermione, shhh… Be quite!" Harry warned her.

"How come?" She asked childishly.

Ron rolled his eyes. "Just shush."

From the corner of her eye, Hermione caught site of Tracey and waved at her like a two year old, Tracey waved back and then turned to stomp up to the castle.

Hermione moaned and Ron blushed slightly.

"Hmph. I'm hungry, where's the food?" She asked, yawning.

"Just keep walking, or, erm, floating. The foods in the Great Hall, remember?"

She frowned and then hugged Ron. "Ronnie, will you get me some food? Please?" She made a puppy dogface at him.

"Um, Harry, why is she so hungry all of a sudden?" Ron asked, slowly switching sides with Harry so that Harry was walking next to Hermione.

Harry laughed.

"Um, I think she has this muggle virus called the munchies…"

Ron nodded seriously. "Oh… is it bad?"

Harry frowned. "Nah, I don't think so."

Slowly they walked up the steps, Harry holding Hermione's arm and Ron glancing over at Hermione worriedly.

As they entered the Great Hall, there was a slight commotion over at the Slytherin table. It seems that Tracey's Billywig had gotten lose and had stung Millicent Bulstrode who was no struggling to keep herself from floating to the ceiling. Professor Snape was trying to cover up the incident before Dumbledore or McGonagall caught site of it.

Ron laughed. "Harry, isn't that what happened to your Aunt Marge?"

Harry grinned. "Yeah, only Marge would have already been bouncing off of the ceiling."

Hermione was watching in awe, as if this was the most amazing thing she had ever seen.

Snape was failing miserably to get Millicent down, and suddenly the Billywig came zooming over to the Gryffindor table. Hermione's new "high" senses gave her the ability to catch the insect. Immediately she conjured up a jar and shoved the tiny insect inside it.

'I might need this later…'

Hermione was grateful that no one saw her do her "dirty deed", and she looked up innocently, feeling slightly groggy as she came down from her buzz. She sighed.

'Well that didn't last long…'

Harry looked over at Hermione curiously.

"Are you feeling alright?" He asked, feeling her forehead.

She smiled. "Yeah, I think it's just me coming down from the buzz." She paused and realized what she just said. "Buzz… Wait, Harry, how did I get a buzz? What is going on?"

Ron looked over at them and listened to their conversation. He shot Harry a nervous glance.

Ron took over. "Well, you see… In the carriage earlier, we were stuck with the Slytherins, and erm… They were kind of "getting high"…. And… Well, Blaise made his Billywig sting you and… you know what they do… So… Uh…"

Hermione's eyes narrowed.

'Blaise, eh…'

She stood up and wiped some crumbs off of her robes. She started to march towards the Slytherin table where Blaise and Draco were seated. Luckily Blaise didn't see her coming, but Draco did.

She walked up to stand behind Blaise. She put on her most sweet voice.

"Hello, Blaise."

Slowly he turned around on the bench to face her. Hermione smiled sweetly. He smiled at her, thinking she was still high. Then suddenly her "seductive-ish" smile disappeared. Blaise's expression turned to one of curiosity. He raised an eyebrow.

"Yes?" He drawled with an extra length. Normally that would have made any other girl melt right then and there, but Hermione was different. She slapped him, making a loud 'CRACK' emit throughout the Great Hall. Several people turned towards the noise.

He reached up to touch his cheek and glared. He stood up abruptly and left the Great Hall. Hermione grinned, satisfied with her slap. Proudly she walked over to the Gryffindor table and slid back in between Harry and Ron. They grinned at her.

"Nice, Herms." Ron commented.

She was about to go into full detail when they were dismissed for bed. Ron and Harry stood up immediately. Hermione, trying to follow suit, ended up spilling her bag all over the floor. She looked up at the two.

"You know what guys? Go ahead and go. I'll be fine, and I can tell that you're about to drop unconscious right here, so just go. I have to go to the Heads dormitory anyway. Good night boys. See you at breakfast tomorrow."

They looked a little iffy about leaving her down here alone. They had always been something of bodyguards to her, but in the end, their sleepiness won.

"Well, alright Hermione, I guess that's ok. Night." Harry said, turning towards the doors. Ron hugged her quickly and hurried after Harry. The Hall was already starting to empty. She sighed. Truthfully she wasn't all that comfortable with staying down here alone, but she could tell that they needed some sleep. Hermione bent down and started shoving things into her bag.

Four minutes later she straightened her back and stood up, looking around to find the Great Hall completely deserted. She headed out the doors and up to the Heads dorms, up near the Astronomy tower.

Finally up the last set of stairs, she looked around and found a portrait of the Founding Four. She smiled and walked up to it.

Rowena Ravenclaw studied her, and then said, "Password?"

"Magick." Hermione answered clearly.

Rowena nodded and the portrait swung open to reveal a large silver and green living room. In Hermione's eyes, it was gorgeous.

The furniture consisted of two humongous silver armchairs, one seven foot long silver couch with green plush pillows, two emerald coffee tables on either side of the armchairs, several giant emerald and silver bean bag type pillows and two large desks at the back of the room.

On the other side of the room there was a beautiful fireplace with crackling flames already going. Hermione started to walk into the room when she heard someone coming down the left set of stairs. She looked up and saw Draco.

Hermione began to start up the right set of stairs that led to her room when Draco through his arms out at her and said, "stop."

Against her will, Hermione stop with one foot on the floor and the other on the first step. Draco smirked.

"Come here." He ordered.

Hermione was debating quietly. Was he using an unforgivable, or was he indeed using wand less magic. Draco ordered her again, and she walked up to him, only mere inches away from his chest.

'What is going on?'