Hey everyone! Been busy, reading, writing other stories, reviewing, and crud like that. So, I'll skip a lot of the regular talking crud and get to the story. Woot, Linkin Park's on the radio! Sorry, it's late and well, woot! Yeah, that's about all I can say. Well, clears throat well, lets get on with it then, shall we?

Much friendly author love,

Cellie

Thanks to: Kadoatie24, Midnight Solitaire, Sycoscytzo (as far as I'm concerned, he deserved it!), and Summery-Ice. (everyone who reviewed in chapter 3)

Disclaimer: Not mine. You know. I know. Everyone knows. Even most of the plot isn't mine, as the good side idea belongs to Bill Waterson.

Chapter 4: YOU DID WHAT???

Later that week, when the snow was finally melting, Hermione blasted a path through the slush and began to read a chapter out of, Advanced Transfiguration, Year 6, under a large oak tree. She was just settling into it when she heard his voice. She groaned internally, and marked her place. She found extremely hard to believe that Malfoy could change that fast. Why, it was only the previous day that he was calling her a mudblood…

"Hermione?" said Malfoy, sitting a safe distance away that she wouldn't be able to swat him underneath the tree. "Ummm, when you're done, can I help you carry your books back up to the school?" he said timidly. As of recently, she had taking up to threatening with a knock back jinx whenever he spoke to her.

She snorted. "So you can throw them in the slush? I don't think so Malfoy."

"Strictly speaking, I'm not Malfoy. I'm a physical representation of him brought on by a badly mixed potion."

"If that were true, you'd be a lot smaller." She retorted.

"Boy had I heard that joke a lot." He said.

"Anyway, how do I know you're not just the regular Malfoy, playing some nasty prank on me so you can mess with my mind?"

His brow furrowed, and he thought on it for a second.

"That's what I thought." She said with satisfaction. Then, he seemed to have settled on a solution, but seemed reluctant to carry it out. "And if you'll excuse me, I'll be going now." She stood up and began to sling her bag across her shoulders. He stood up with her.

"I apologize in advance for this." He said, and he grabbed Hermione's shoulders, not roughly, and kissed right there on the grounds with most of school watching out of the windows. He pulled away and said, "Sorry again, that's the only way…" he would have continued to apologize, but Hermione, with a strange look on her face, grabbed him by his tie, pulled him back, and she kissed him with most of the school watching through the windows.

When they finished, Hermione looked up at him and said, "Now what did you say about the badly mixed potion..."

(a/n: Now I could just leave you there, but I never like short chapters, so I'll give you a bit more.)

Draco got up from the floor, shaking. What was that? He had been throwing pieces of parchment into the fire, quite bored, when quite suddenly he felt a strange emotion coursing through his body, and he toppled out of the armchair. It wasn't an unpleasant emotion, just one he had never felt before. Then, the big rush of it ended, and he got up, trembling, and looking around. Luckily, no one had been around for his little mishap; some second year had called them outside. Some one playing a prank he supposed. Perhaps someone let loose a bag of tarantulas in the corridor. He smiled gleefully at the thought, Weasley was deathly afraid of spiders. He still felt, well, a little fuzzy and tingly, but nothing like before.

Just as he was contemplating this new emotion, Crabbe and Goyle came through the common room door, toting a massive clutch of cakes and pastries. They stopped dead when they saw Draco sitting in the armchair.

"Howoogeiheresofas?" said Crabbe, his mouth stuffed with chocolate filling sucked out of an éclair.

Draco bit back utter revulsion, and said, "What did he say?"

"He said, 'How did you get in here so fast?' which is also what I'm wondering." Said Goyle, who was beginning to be the smartest of the pair.

"Huh?" said Draco, confused.

"You were just outside, kissing Granger…" said Crabbe who had swallowed the chocolate filling, though he still had some between his teeth.

"I WAS DOING WHAT?!!"

Well? Do ya love it? Hate it? Wish to print it out,

cut it up into little pieces and burn it?

Well then tell me!!!

Cellie