Okay…to all those who were expecting a DHr fanfic, I apologize. Actually, that's what the original plan was, until I got a call from my godparents saying that I was to not let Draco get together with Hermione. Instead they wanted Harry to get with Hermione. We compromised, and the rest of the story is the result of that. Personally, I think it's turning out better than the original! (No, Hermione will not be getting with Harry)

I don't own anything. It's all JK Rowling's.


"Ouch!" Hermione cried as she ran, or rather, hopped into Draco. She lay where she landed, in the soft mud by the pond.

"Watch where you're going, Granger!" After a long silence, Draco asked, "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine, but what about you? Are you sick or something? Maybe I should get my hearing checked, but I swear I just heard you ask me if I was all right!"

"Is there a law that says all Malfoys must be evil death eaters?" Malfoy asked. "Besides, you're always yammering about something or another. AND you weren't moving. I just didn't want to be taken away to Azkaban for killing you. I don't want to murder you until I'm out of school!"

"Oh thanks!" Hermione said, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

"Where'd you learn to do that?" Draco asked, his voice filled with awe.

"Do what?"

"Talk like that. You sounded as if…as if…as if you were a Malfoy! You had the drawl and the sarcasm down, and everything!" Draco cried.

"Is there a law that all muggle-born witches aren't allowed to be sarcastic!"

"Well…not exactly."

"Then why so surprised? And, is it just my imagination, or did you actually sound worried! Scared of a little competition?" Hermione teased. "Of course not. Malfoys aren't afraid of anything, are they?"

"Well…no, we aren't scared of anything?"

"And do mine ears deceive me, or has Draco Malfoy not recognized sarcasm?"

After a long baffled silence, Hermione took pity on the shell-shocked Malfoy, and set about meeting her stomach's numerous requests. After she had eaten 20-30 flies, and a nice crispy dragonfly, Draco seemed to recover his powers of speech.

"You know, there's more to you than meets the eye."

"As I always say," Hermione mumbled through a mouthful of flies, "never judge a book by its cover!"

"Anyway, this is strictly off the record, but, I'm sorry for turning you into a frog. When we get out of this mess, would you like to be friends?" Draco ventured.

"Sure," Hermione said sleepily. "But now it's time for bed." She hopped into the pond, and sliced through its cool, soothing waters, until she reached her pad. She climbed into it, and let the waters' rocking lull her into a deep sleep.

Draco lay awake, long into the night, tossing and turning in his snug lily pad. He couldn't stop thinking about his new freedom. If he were truly free of Pansy…did that mean that he was free to choose any girlfriend he pleased? For he had one in mind. She wasn't much to look at, but she shared his love, and was kind to animals, and very intelligent…more so than she let on. Millicent. The pond seemed to call out to him, and each surge of the water sounded as if it were saying, "Millicent, Millicent, Millicent." He listened to the water until he fell asleep.