A/N: My fic number TWO! It's written in a very different style, more colloquial. So here's something for the teens to relate to…I hope you all like it.

I do not own Harry Potter. Oh well. You can't have everything.

Chapter One; Frenching Tutorials

Look, I know I'm supposed to be the smartest witch in my year and all, and that I'm the sensible one, and I always know what's right and stuff. But you really can't blame me. For doing what I did, I mean.

Think about it. If you were in my place, wouldn't you have done the same?

Please say yes.

Is it really my fault? Because being in the situation that I was in, and being the innocent little witch with no experience whatsoever that I was, of course I'd get a little desperate.

I mean, you have to realize just how close we were. And just how his sexy eyes had looked into mine. And just how my hand had brushed across his stomach just seconds earlier, and just how hot his abs were.

I think any girl in my place would have done the same. Ginny certainly would. Was it not only the day before she had been telling me how I had to get a move on and find some dude to make a boyfriend? Maybe it was that little speech, and her kissing tutorials that had manipulated me just a little.

Just a little. A little enough to make me french Malfoy.

Yes, I know. It was THE dumbest thing I could have ever done. And me passing out after was NOT the greatest way to show that I was totally relaxed and couldn't care less, like Ginny had instructed.

Give me a break, ok? It's not like I just walked up to him and boom smack kissed him in front of like Professor McGonagall or anything. Which wouldn't have been very good at all, since my grades haven't exactly been climbing Mt. Everest. More like sliding down it in a pair of rocket skis.

But whatever. That is not the point.

So we were in total darkness. We were in the privacy of a dungeon. No one had to know except the two of us. But, you know. The burden of my secret is killing me and all that stuff.

At least he hasn't got total human-repelling looks. He's pretty hot, according to the consoling comment from Ginny. That was pretty much the only consoling thing she said in the hospital wing when I had come round though. The rest of her visit consisted mostly of her disbelieving yelling and my face slowly getting redder.

And she'd also demanded the whole story, all details included, no matter how small. Which I had been very reluctant to tell in front of the unsuspecting ears of fellow hospital lodgers. And, Harry or Ron or some gossipy girl might have been hanging around outside the door, or something.

But being the viciously stubborn girl she is, I had to tell her. It was that or she would blab to the school about my little Ron-crush.

Sheesh. Some best friend, huh? Not that I actually believed she would tell the entire school. But Ginny has done some pretty daring things in the past, so I wanted to be on the safe side.

So, I lay there in the hospital wing sheets. Which were pretty soft, by the way. No wonder Harry keeps getting injured. It's almost worth breaking your arm if you get to sleep all day in those heavenly sheets for the next couple of days. I'm serious.

Anyway. Back to the point. I beckoned Ginny closer, so I didn't have to talk loud enough for any lurking gossipy girls hanging around outside the door to hear.

And I told her everything:

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Like I said before, my grades were going down. No, plunging into a never ending pit, more like.

Don't ask me why. Maybe the stress of having to take care of two completely irresponsible boys who seem to find their way into stopping every little evil plan or take-over-the-world mission (mainly involving a particularly ugly dude named Voldemort) for six years finally hit me.

Or maybe it was the fact (as Ginny has been kind enough to remind me continuously for quite some time; two years to be exact) that I simply haven't found myself a guy. Ok, so Victor was a world famous Seeker champion, and he had liked me a lot. But he was kind of a weirdo. And yeah, I found Ron pretty hot sometime in the middle of Sixth Year, but I thought that totally humiliating when Ginny pointed out his dumbass walk, and his slight body odour. And I made her swear never to tell anyone.

Whatever it was, in the Muggle world, my report card was not going to be something Mom and Dad would give me extra allowance for.

So McGonagall gave me detention. How sweet of her, don't you think? To give me detention when she had already piled extra homework onto my shoulders and tell me I'd better improve, fast. How is that going to happen? I pointed this out to her, but she only replied in a rather icy tone, that my detention was to make me realize just how serious my grade drop was getting. She didn't mention the extra homework.

So after I'd cleared up the mess Neville made in the potions classroom as my detention, I slipped out the door and made my way across the stone hall to the stairs at the end. I started thinking about all the homework I had to do, and I got lost in thought. My footsteps echoed off the walls, and it was kinda creepy, like in one of those freaky movies where you're walking all alone and suddenly a zombie or something jumps at you and you scream before you realize it's just, like, your friend or something, and you're like "Dude, I seriously thought you were a zombie!"

Which is actually almost what happened. Except I didn't think he was a zombie or anything. And I didn't exactly get to talk to him after I looked up from the ground, and jolted out of my thoughts when I tripped over my shoe lace. Which is really dorky, I know. But we'll just keep that little detail to ourselves.

I went flying. I prepared for contact with the stone floor, but instead, someone snatched me out of the air, saving me from an unquestionable pain in the knees. My hands flew out to grab whoever it was for support, and my right hand touched the rescuers' stomach, by accident. I assure you, it was an accident. Not a bad one though, as his abs were a real slice of heaven. My eyes widened and glanced up to meet the face of none other than my worst enemy, Draco stupid Malfoy.

But at that exact moment he wasn't very stupid. To me, anyway. I sinking into his silver eyes, and I had no intention of getting out. That was when Ginny's endless Get-A-Guy-Already lectures hit home.

I thought, this is it! My chance!

And I kissed him. I just did it, and it was actually not that excruciatingly horrible. Ok, I admit it. It was better than any chocolate fudge sundae after two weeks in Siberia.

It wasn't a French at first. Just a normal kiss on the lips, though it lasted for more than one of those half-a-second pecks little kids do when they're on a dare in the fourth grade. Then, I was surprised to feel something lapping my lower lip, and I took that to mean he wanted some tongue. Not that I would know, since it was my first time and everything. Hey, I was a book nerd, ok?

My heart started beating really fast at this, and I started wondering what the hell I was doing. But I could feel his Quidditch abs against my upper stomach, on account of us being mashed up together and all, and that changed my mind. So I opened my mouth and welcomed him in for a cup of tea and raisin cake.

I hope I did it right. I truly pray I didn't screw it up. Because that would just be the last straw. My dorkness would overwhelm me and I would simply roll over and die.

I must have done all right though, since he didn't pull away or anything. His hand rested on the small of my back, and I swear, I was aware of that hand for the full two or three minutes we were making out. I was really self conscious.

And I pulled away first, and we just stood there, and I got lost in a world where I was a little school girl totally excited because she had a hott boyfriend, and he was looking down at me, and I think he was going over what had just happened. Which was when I did, too. And then I realized.

OH MY GOD.. I just frenched Draco Malfoy.

I think my brain had a seizure, or something. Everything blacked out, and the next thing I knew, I was lying in the cloud-like sheets of the hospital wing, Malfoy nowhere in sight.

A/N: Please review! This is the first time I've every written anything anywhere in this style. Am I messing it up?