A/N: Sorry this has taken me so long to update. I'll be moving soon, so I'm a little disorganized. I'll do my best though, for you guys.

"So," Harry began as he and Hermione watched Ron try to flirt with a Ravenclaw on the other side of the library. "How did your excursion go?"

Hermione blushed, remembering the night before. "Big word," she replied hastily, trying to be sarcastic in an attempt to cover her embarrassment.

He peered at her. "But you haven't answered my question. Did something happen?"

"I won a TV!" Hermione blurted out.

"How?"

"Erm….Just lucky, I guess. I've got to go!"

Harry watched her go, shaking his head in confusion.

As Friday rolled around, Hermione was very proud of her new-found ability to avoid Harry's questions. The TV was wonderful, he agreed, and Ron did too, after watching the A-Team and bonding (just a little) with Malfoy. But Hermione was becoming nervous. She'd kissed Draco Malfoy how many times by then…? Two times? No, three. It was ridiculous. It shouldn't have happened. Damn muggle studies!

Hermione had completed one day of classes daydreaming about what would happen that night. It was crazy, because this was Hermione Granger. And Hermione Granger did not daydream about a boy. And she certainly did not daydream about a boy who was supposed to be her arch nemesis.

Only trouble was, she was daydreaming about a boy who was supposed to be her arch nemesis.

When Hermione trudged into her dorm later that evening, she was met with Malfoy's shouts.

"Ice skating! Ice skating? Are they fucking out of their minds?" He waved a piece of parchment in her face, and she sighed and snatched it from his hands.

"It'll be fun," she replied genuinely, though wearily, after she'd finished reading it over.

"FUN?"

"Yes."

"How in Merlin's name will it be fun?"

"Well, what's wrong with ice skating?" Hermione asked, raising her eyebrows and slipping her shoulder bag onto the couch.

"Stuff!" He yelled back.

Hermione rolled her eyes. "Well that clears things up."

"Just stuff!"

"Still not getting any clearer."

"I can't skate!" He finally blurted, colouring ever so slightly.

"I see."

"I'm not going."

"No, right now you're pouting."

"Funny."

"Look, it'll be fun."

"Falling on my ass is not something I generally see as fun!" He called after her as she stalked off towards her room.

"Then fall on your face!" Hermione called back, shooting him a smirk over her shoulder.

Later that night…

"This is absolutely, positively crazy!" Malfoy muttered to himself as they walked towards the Great Hall.

"Get over it!" Hermione tossed back, all together too tired of his whining.

He grumbled all the way to the Great Hall, he grumbled through the spell that took them to the small frozen pond, and he grumbled as Hermione began to tie her skates.

"Just shut up!" Hermione yelled in frustration, throwing his skates at him. "You can at least tie your skates, and then we'll work from there."

He looked at her in shock for a few moments before bending down to lace his skates.

"Stupid Malfoy. So whiny…" He heard her mutter once or twice, and he couldn't help but smirk.

"OK," Hermione said, standing up and sliding slowly onto the ice. He watched her go, watched the blades of her skates carve tiny little perfect cuts onto the ice, shining brilliantly in the moonlight. "Stop thinking your cliché poetic thoughts, Malfoy, and get your ass out here. I'm going to teach you how to skate."

"What am I Granger?" Malfoy challenged as he shakily stood up. "Your charity case?"

"If that's what you want to call yourself," Hermione replied, shrugging.

Malfoy paused briefly to wonder how she could shrug and skate all at once when he fell.

Hermione, laughing, skated over to him. "Are you all right?"

"Like you care," he scowled up at her but took her hand all the same.

"Well, it's good to see your pride isn't bruised," Hermione responded sarcastically, but there was a small smile on her lips.

"Right, so, show me how this skating thing works."

Two hours later it was time for them to be whisked back to Hogwarts. Hermione skated over to where Malfoy was sitting on one of the benches that lined the rink. "Hello again Charity Case," she said pleasantly.

"Oh, shut it," replied a very bruised and battered blonde.

She laughed and held out her hand. "C'mon." He grabbed her hand and let her pull him along until they got to the middle of the pond, and then he stopped. "What is it?" She asked, looking back at him.

"I've decided to do something that goes against all my principles in life Granger."

She rolled her eyes at his theatrics but decided to respond. "And what's that Malfoy? Renounce your family and declare your undying love for me?"

"No. I've decided I'm going to become a bloody cliché and do this," and with that, he pulled her closer and kissed her.

She pulled away after a few moments, muttered angrily to herself once again. "Bloody clichés! I feel like I'm in a bad chick flick, with a very sick-minded writer who likes to make me suffer and live out these bloody clichés. Getting together with someone I hated, which is entirely implausible, and then sharing cheesecake, and having our first kiss at the movies, and then this! This bloody cliché with rosy cheeks and a strong man to hold me while the moon illuminates him holding me up as we kiss in the middle of a bloody frozen pond!"

"Granger?" A sad, whiny voice called out to her, breaking her out of her reverie.

"Yes?"

Malfoy looked at her helplessly. "I can't skate back."

Hermione looked surprised for a moment, and then she smirked. Skating back over to him she said "You ruined the cliché."

"That's too bad," Malfoy responded, sounding as if he really didn't mean it.

"Yes. Too bad," Hermione echoed, and smiled all the way home.

A/N: I try not to let it get too sappy and cliché, and I also try to make it mildly amusing. I will come up with a more original plot line soon, I swear, but I just wanted to get this posted. Please review!