Harry and Ron had no clue the next day as to why Hermione was in such a good mood, but seeing as she had been going through a rough patch for a while neither was about to complain.

After breakfast she stood up happily and hurried along out of the great hall bidding her friends good-bye.

"Where are you going?" Ron called after her.

"Hogsmeade with Draco!" she yelled heading out.

"Draco? What so there're on first name terms now?" Ron inquired, and Harry shrugged.

Draco was already waiting for Hermione at the Three Broomsticks, which they had designated as their meeting place for today, but Hermione still wasn't there. Draco looked around disdainfully at the crowd of 3rd years around him. He sighed and casually leaned against a support beam and looked around for Hermione again, when he saw a little frizzy haired blond girl blinking at him with her hazel eyes full of wonder as if he were something amazing to stare at hopefully in a Christmas window display. When he looked directly at her, her eyes got wide and continued to stare like a deer in headlights, until Draco raised a questioning eyebrow at her and she looked away much too quickly to be casual with her whole face as red as her skirt.

"But I don't WANT a butter beer and what do you mean you can't sell me anything stronger?!"

Now it was Draco's turn to panic as he ducked behind a booth watching the clueless demon girl at the counter arguing with the barkeep. Today she had on a blood red sweater and very small black shorts.

"Your just too young, I'd lose my job!" the barkeep argued standing his ground.

"Young! YOUNG! I'll have you know I'm a midget!" she yelled, stomping a black go-go boot on the wood floor with a loud clomp. The barkeep raised his eyebrow at her.

"I won't serve you," he said simply.

"Oh so now your prejudice! DID YOU HEAR THAT EVERYONE THIS PLACE IS A NATZI STAND!" she yelled loudly waving her arms in a windmill motion.

"I doubt she needs any alcohol anyway," Draco muttered.

"My boyfriend WILL hear about this!" she announced to the crowd loudly and stormed to the door muttering with which the words 'Hogshead' and 'firewhiskey' could be derived.

"NATZI!!" she screamed pointing a threatening finger at the bar just as she left.

Draco sat down at a booth with a sigh of relief. "She's crazy!" he heard a fourth year announce excitedly.

"And she's got a strong right hook too" Draco added more to himself than the fourth year now watching Draco rub his jaw absentmindedly.

In a little while Hermione showed up and sat happily across from him.

"Hello" she said cheerfully.

Draco smiled and handed Hermione one of the butterbeers he had gotten while waiting for her.

"Glad you're here." Hermione giggled while she struggled with opening her butterbeer.

"Pansy sure wasn't though", He sighed sadly as he took the bottle from her and opened it for her in seconds.

"You really like her don't you?" she whispered taking the bottle back from Draco. A few moments silence met this statement and then he laughed.

"I suppose I do, but I sure never though I would." he said shaking his head with a smile finally taking a swig of his drink.

"What do you mean?" Hermione asked curiously.

"Well, I've known her since we were little kids. I used to hate when she came over. Father made me play nicely with her and sometimes mother would make me hold hands with her. I always had to play the games she wanted to play, like house. We played that one a lot. She always brought this little porcelain baby doll with her and named it after my mum. She was the mommy, I was the daddy, and that was our baby." Draco laughed.

Hermione couldn't help but smile at the thought of a young Draco being unwillingly forced into playing house.

"I always wanted to be a spy on a secret mission but she insisted I had to be her baby's father."

"She still wants that." Hermione said simply feeling a little better knowing she had stolen Pansy's childhood dream.

"Yeah well, I always insisted I would be a bad father and I couldn't do it."

"You don't know that" Hermione said quietly.

Draco smiled warmly at her "Only time will tell on that one, but I do remember that was when father started rewarding me for putting up with her. I can remember the time that got me my first real broomstick. We were playing house and she had told me we needed another baby and frankly I didn't care until she told me there was work involved in making one."

Hermione chocked on her butterbeer. "You didn't!" she gasped.

"No, no, no as far as I was concerned women just got pregnant, but then Pansy wasn't much more informed. She told me we had to kiss, but believe me that was way more than I was ready to do at five years old. We started arguing and she told me someday we would be in love and I would want to kiss her all the time. After she said that I got real close up to make sure the got the full effect of my death glare but, instead she just giggled and grabbed me and started kissing me. I never want to know where she learned kissing that deep that young. No tongue or anything but still it was some pretty intense lip locking for five year olds."

"What did you do?" Hermione grinned.

"The first thing my five year old instincts told me to do! I locked myself in my bathroom and wouldn't come out till her mum came to get her an hour later." he finished calmly, while Hermione burst into giggle fits.

"What a memory for a first kiss." she laughed.

"Well actually I…" Draco got quiet and looked around the pub nervously "If I tell you something I've never told anyone before promise to keep it secret?"

Hermione nodded and Draco let out a sigh "My first kiss was actually a few months before that ever happened and my father would kill me if he knew I told, but he had some business to do in a muggle city somewhere, and although he had me with him he said I couldn't come so he left me in a muggle children's playground on a bench and told me to touch nothing and speak to no one. I knew nothing about muggles except they were bad and I felt like I was stranded alone on some alien planet. Then a little girl in a pretty powder blue dress came up to me and asked me to play with her. I told her I couldn't leave the bench on my father's orders and then I remembered to stop talking to her, but she sat down next to me and kept talking to me finally I started talking back and I couldn't believe how sweet she was. Finally she got me to go play on the marry-go-round with her and I had so much fun. She told me about how the kids at school picked on her because she wasn't pretty and how she would never be able to do anything right. Even though I was little I still got embarrassed and told her I thought she was beautiful and that she could do anything she wanted to. That's when her parents started to call her back and I was shocked when she kissed me on the cheek, not because she had kissed me, but because I actually liked it. So when she got up and started to go I ran over, grabbed her hand, and kissed her back on the lips. It wasn't passionate or anything special, but I sure thought it was."

"Well, she did too" Hermione whispered as they both stared at each other in amazement.

authors note: tanx to all my reveiwers i appericiate your support!!! I'm going to try to up date again soon thext chap will b fun and to all my Jordan lovers she will be here in plentiful ammounts!!!!:D