The next day Hermione met with Draco after classes. They didn't know where to go at first, until Hermione suggested the Room of Requirement. They walked outside the door pacing, well Hermione did. Pacing is a very un-Draco thing to do. So Hermione did the pacing while thinking of a place that would be comfortable and cozy. A door appeared and she opened it. The room was a mixture of Slytherin green and Gryffindor red. There was a love seat, a couch and much to Hermione's dismay a silken covered bed. It was the only thing in the room that had both red and green on it. The comforter and canopy was red, the pillows and sheets were green. Hermione felt her face flush. Draco turned to look at her with a smirk on his face.

"Try not to be too subtle, Hermione." He said jokingly enjoying the blood rising to her pink cheeks. She smacked him and then sat down on the couch, trying her hardest to ignore the presence of the bed.

"Ok, so what do you want to start on?" She asked him while fingering through the book of spells.

"How about the bed?" He suggested again with his smirk slowly changing to a smile. He could see her ears flush from behind the book.

"Draco, I'm serious."

"Fine… I don't now. What do you think will help us the most against Voldemort?" Draco asked in a jaded manner. "Or should I say, what would delay our deaths longer?"

"Ha, very funny. To bad we got this on such short notice, I could really use some of these." She kept flipping through the book when all of a sudden she burst out laughing.

"What?"

"There is one in here to sort out your thoughts. Maybe I should use it to write my last will and testament." She said sarcastically.

"Morbid. Or I could always use it in Snape's potion final."

"We'll be dead before that."

"Oh. Well there is one perk. No more tests." He sent her a half-hearted smirk.

"I'd rather take tests over Voldemort any day. How about you?"

"Voldy. Any day."

"Really!" Hermione looked up from the book incredulous at who would wish death upon themselves.

"Well, if you took on Voldy you would die. Sure not the best and easiest way to die, but you would die. I'd rather do that then get stuck taking finals for the rest of my life. Besides, there isn't exactly that much to live for, if you're dead. And I really suck at taking tests." Draco replied.

"Give me a break. This is Draco Malfoy we are talking about. You have everything going for you. And you are the smartest guy in our level. I've seen your test scores."

"Didn't anyone ever tell you Malfoy's are rich?"

"You're kidding." Hermione said in astonishment.

"Yep." He laughed and took the book from her hands. As he flipped through the pages Hermione didn't know what to do to keep her eyes from drifting back toward the bed. How embarrassing. She thought. But for some reason she seemed to just want to crawl in it and lay there for hours. It looked so soft and comforting. So…

"Oh come on!" Draco huffed, snapping Hermione out of her daydream. She looked at him mortified that he had caught her looking at the bed. That is until she saw he was looking at a page in the book. She let out a breath she didn't know she had been holding.

"What?"

"There is a spell in here for confusion. As if we don't have enough of that already."

"Wait, Draco. That could really help against Voldemort. How does it go?"

Draco pointed at the paper. She could see someone's scrawl that was obviously a woman's writing. I wonder if it's Iris'. Hermione thought. She read it to herself.

When the thoughts are crisp and clear

Replace them with confusion and fear.

"Draco! That is PERFECT!" Hermione smiled widely, excited that they just might have a slim chance of possible survival. "We need to practice it on someone though."

"You?"

"Very funny. No… How about Snape?"

Draco laughed. "Ok, tomorrow?"

"Sure."

Hermione walked briskly to Potions, for once actually excited for the class. She hurried in and sat on the table bordering the Gryffindor side of the room. She wanted to be as close to Draco as she could, unsure if there was a certain limit to how far apart they could be for the spell to work. She shifted her weight in the uncomfortable chair searching for any position remotely comfortable. As soon as Draco entered the room though she quickly forgot her attempts and smiled broadly out of the excitement for what they were going to do. He sat on the closest table to hers bordering the Slytherin boundaries. He pulled out his quill and notebook while motioning Hermione to do the same. As soon as hers was out as well, he muttered the quill spell and started writing.

Are you ready?

Now?

Well, Yah.

Shouldn't we wait for more people to show up?

Why?

I don't know.

Do you want to?

Whatever.

Ok, we can wait.

Thanks.

Do you know if we have to say it together or hold hands or something?

No clue.

Ok… umm. Well, when I used to do incantations with my dad if we said it together it was stronger.

Ok. So when we say it just make sure we are timed right.

Sure.

We have to be kind of quiet as well.

Of course.

Ok. I think there are enough people now.

Draco looked up from his notebook, just now noticing how many people had come in since Hermione and him and started talking.

Ok. 1, 2, 3!

Both looked up from the notebook and started chanting under their breath the spell while staring directly at Snape. Snape was standing in front of the classroom at the time. When they got to the word 'replace' Hermione could see Snape's eyes dilate. And then when they said the word 'confusion' his brow knitted and then when they said 'fear' his eyes got all wide. When the spell ended he spread himself out on the wall in front of the classroom, in obvious distraught.

"WHERE AM I!" Snape gasped. "WHY AM I HERE? ...WHO AM I?" The class stared at him incredulously. If it had been any other professor they would have laughed thinking it was a joke, but this was Snape. Snarling, insufferable Snape. "OH, MERLIN! MOTHER SENT YOU, DIDN'T SHE? SHE KNOWS I DON'T LIKE CHILDREN! MOTHER! IT ISN'T FUNNY!" A few kids started to giggle at his expense. A few others started edging toward the door. In 15 minutes everyone was gone except for Draco and Hermione, who sat calmly staring at the petrified Snape. "LEAVE ME ALONE!" Snape laid down in the fetal position sucking his thumb. Hermione looked at Draco and gave him a high five.

"Maybe we won't die after all!"

M/S: Hey you guys! Don't you feel lucky? i wrote before i got 8 reviews. O well, what can i say? I had STAR testing (yawn) what a bore. So do you guys like it or what? remember this time 8 reviews!