The Head Boy cringed, grabbing his leg he groaned. "Ouch that hurt Granger," he complained. He almost kissed her when she yelled at him, she was so close to his face, he could feel her warm breath on his skin. Somehow he would rather it be that then her being nice to him. "I am nice to other people, just not annoying bitches like you," he snapped back into reality. He sneered his famous sneer at her and put his feet back on the table.

Harry nodded slowly as he read more. "It said that Voldemort's starting to kill people again... I've really got to find those horcruxes..." He glanced at Luna. "You're finished, right?" He drained the rest of his pumpkin juice and folded the newspaper back up again. It may not have many actual facts, but some of it was definitely true.

"Good. I hope it hurt." She kicked him again, this time in the shins. "I hope you learned your lesson, ferret." She somehow felt awkward when she had knelt so close to him, but she decided that it was probably nothing. "And if you haven't, I could always hex you. No one's watching us here." She remarked. The last comment made her think of what they could do here... "Ohmygoshew!" She thought aloud, saying it as if it were all one word.

"Yeah, I'm done" Luna said. "Horcruxes? What are those?" she asked puzzled. Yes, Luna was a bit slow, especially when she was out of the circle of event. She hardly ever read the Prophet, only The Quibbler, she as actually surprised Harry was reading it after what they said about him three years ago.

In between moaning of pain, Draco looked to Hermione, "what the bloody hell was that about" he said now holding his head. Her voice gave him such a headache. He stood up to go to his room and as he pasted her, he stopped and walked back in front of her. Their faces were close again, he whispered in a harsh tone, "oh and mudblood, you would never dare hex me, I know you too well."

"Come on, let's go to the library." He suggested. "Horcruxes are objects and such that hold part of someone's soul. You have to kill someone to put your soul in something, and that's how Voldemort has survived so long." He explained, not sure if she would understand. It was a little confusing, after all.

Hermione glared back at him. She inhaled his smell. It smelled nice, unlike most guys who were usually sweaty. "No, but I can always do this." She kneed him in the balls and smiled smugly. "You know... I like you better when you're in pain. In fact, maybe I should do this more often." She pretended to think about it.

"Erm... sure, the library" she said following him. Luna tried to follow his story, but it was hard. "Sounds painful" was all she could get from it. She shuddered at his name, "why do you say that?" she asked, "why do you say his name."

Draco whimpered, "damn you" he cussed under his breath and grabbed himself. His eyes were water because that hurt real badly. He inhaled a deep breath and returned to proper posture. "How dare you," he said pushing her into the wall. "Your lucky your a girl because the only thing I can do to you it this" he held her head gentle and kissed him. He didn't know what came over him, but he did. Damm opposites always attracting.

He sat down at an empty armchair and motioned to the one next to him. "I'm not afraid to say his name," He answered coldly. "He deserves to be dead... Especially after killing all those innocent people..." He thought about his parents and how they had protected him. He wouldn't be alive if they hadn't stood in Voldemort's way.

"Oh, don't be such a wimp." Hermione felt a little sorry for what she did, but he deserved it. She had opened her mouth to ask why she was lucky when she felt her lips meet hers. Her eyes widened and it took her a few seconds to process what he was doing through her brain. She practically melted and kissed him back. She didn't even think about what she was doing. Just that she loved it.