Hello. I know I haven't been doing a good job updating. I'm sorry. I decided to re-do the last two chapters since they're not really good.

By the way, I'm not sure about the romance part of this story. I'm really good with that so I'll change the genre to pure Humor. When I figure out my Romance writing problem, I might change the Genre.

Chapter 8 and 9 edit.:

Setting: Great Hall

It's a new day at Hogwarts as well as with the rest of the world… in some places anyway. Hermione and Draco are still out cold due to the impact of the big rocks chucked on their heads. They WERE big. But it's a good thing that they're still unconscious because if they're awake, WW3 will take place. Overnight, the honey on their bodies dripped all over Neville's bed. They are in a sweet sticky situation. By the way, since Neville's bed is occupied, he had to sleep in the Hospital Wing. Why not Hermione or Draco's beds? Simple. The girls were ready to evacuate when Neville entered the Girls' Dormitory. The Slytherins took their wands out the moment Neville entered the Slytherin Common Room. They were ready the pulverize him. Pulverizing students is strictly prohibited at Hogwarts.

Meanwhile, in the Great Hall, Gryffindor Table, Harry and Ron were busy eating breakfast and talking to Ginny, not the least bit guilty about letting Fred and George take advantage of Hermione's situation. Psh. Moments before, they handed Draco and Hermione's wands to Dumbledore in fear of the two killing each other.

"You guys should be ashamed of yourselves!" Ginny exclaimed at the two pigs. Her red hair was getting puffier by the minute. Harry was telling Ginny their plans for Draco and Hermione. He considered Ginny would be in 100 since her brothers were so eager about it. Harry decided not to tell the young Weasley about the honey part of the plan. He concluded that she'll overload and explode.

"It's not that bad. We're promoting House Unity," Ron reasoned. He has a point there. That made Ginny consider their diabolical plan.

"Well, there are other things you can do to encourage people. Why do you have to use Hermione? She's one of your best friends. Think about how she'll feel," Ginny pointed out.

It was Harry's turn to talk, "Well, uh…" Harry stuffed Pumpkin Pastries in his mouth trying to stall. Ginny is a pretty smart girl and a good debater. He has no answer to her line at the moment. He chewed the Pastries as slowly as he can. That ought to buy him time. The started to think, 'Well, I want to use Hermione since nothing exciting has happened to the group lately, I want to copy some of her homework… and yeah, yeah, the House Unity thingy… what else? I need something good!! Oh I got it!!'

Harry finally swallowed his Pastry which was turned to mush in his mouth. He looked Ginny at the eye. "Ginny please don't tell Hermione!" He begged, rising from the bench and getting on his knees.

Ginny was embarrassed at his sudden outburst. Ron was too ashamed of his friend to even look at the scene. Harry didn't seem to mind his begging.

"Well," Ginny said not knowing what to say. She has a small liking for Harry and Hermione is her friend. This is a friend or boy situation, "Um, I don't know Harry. I don't want to get involved in this… but… well… Okay, I'll pretend I don't know about your plan. I'm not going to tell Hermione about it, and I'm not going to be in it. Got it?"

Harry nodded getting to his feet.

Setting: Harry, Ron, Neville, and some other dude's Dormitory.

In the Dormitory Hermione and Draco is snoozing in, things are about to happen. Hermione started to stir. But she can't really move much since there was honey everywhere, but eventually, she woke up. The first thing she realized was that she was in a different room. That wasn't her ceiling… and the bed is soggy. 'How odd.' A train of yesterday's memories entered her mind. She then remembered everything...okay, just some of it. Not the Ron chucking the rock part. She struggled to stand up and realized she was coated with honey. 'Great.' She thought miserably.

She glanced at the person next to her… just as she guessed, it was Draco. She groped for her wand but she couldn't find it. She thought Draco hid it so she decided to wake him up.

She sleepily poked his head with her honey coated index finger. He too, started to stir. He let out a small groan.

"My back hurts," he mumbled, not bothering to open his eyes, "Same with my head."

"What do you expect?" she said sharply. She was trying to sound mean and angry, but mornings aren't just her thing. Hearing her voice, Draco's eyes snapped open and he jolted up. His hair was partly glued to his head, with a spiky splat, and a splash of Mohawk-ness in style. It was pretty ugly. (Ron and Harry couldn't resist)

"HOLY SH-"

"Don't say it!" Hermione interrupted. She tried not to swear much these days. She made the decision after dropping her books, and by habit, she yelled a stream of curses in front of a teacher. "We need a bath."

It was only then when Draco realized what was covering him.

"Euck! For once, I agree with you," Draco said. He groped for his wand in the bed but it was nowhere to be found. "Okay, jokes over, where's my wand?"

"What do you mean? Why would I want your wand? Where's MY wand?" She demanded angrily, holding out a hand.

Draco scooped some honey from his body and wiped it on Hermione's outstretched hand. This got Hermione mad so with the same hand, she rubbed it on Draco's face.

"What the-" He bonked Hermione's head on the bed sheet with was also covered with honey. Then, he started the smother her with the honey.

Hermione kicked his shin and took control. It was her turn to smother him with honey.

"Mmmphh!! Shtop!" he yelped. Hermione stopped at once. What have I done? I actually sank this low. I'm like an uncivilized witch! A barbarian!!

"Sorry," she muttered. Draco grunted. Hermione thought it was a yes.

"We need a bath," he stated, "We have to do it the normal way since we don't have our wands with us."

"Gee, you think?" Hermione scoffed, "I want to take it in the Girls' Dorm."

"No way! I can't be sure of my privacy there! Girls are stalking me! Hmm… And I bet they'll be taking pictures of me bathing."

Draco half whined and half smirked at what the said. Oh yeah, I'm loved.

"Oh no… Oh no, no, no, no, no, no, no…, I am NOT taking it in the Slytherin Dorm. Never! I'd rather dine with Filch!" Hermione argued. She set her hands in front of her meaning it was her final decision.

"Okay, one way to settle this. I'm thinking a number 1-10, what is it?" Draco said.

"No! You have the advantage there!"

"What do you propose? Hurry up. This is very uncomfortable. I'm on a bed, with sticky slimy honey all over my body, don't forget, I'm talking to a Mudblood, which I'm not supposed to do, And there's this other part where my bum hurts because of a puffy bunny tail someone who shall remain nameless conjured." He grumbled firmly.

Hermione cracked a smile on the bunny comment. "Fine, let's go to the Slytherin Dorms. I think it's a long way from here and we'll run into awful lot of students along the way. They'll see us looking like crud, but I don't mind since my rep is already trashed. I don't know about you but, sure. We'll go there."

Sometimes, I wonder if I'm just too smart. Hermione thought slyly.

"Okay! Fine! I'll bathe here. But I'll hold you responsible for my rabid fan girls."

"Deal," They both held out honey covered hand to shake. But instead, they rammed it on each other's faces trying to smother one another. Natural.

Setting: Gryffindor Bathroom

Hermione gathered the soap, shampoo, wash cloth and all those other things you need to take a bath. Draco, with no choice, got stuck helping her. But while helping, his puny little brain is thinking of something. How will I bathe with this Mudblood chained to me…? Oh I know! Wait, I think it's prohibited to cut someone's hand off. What about making her dive in the bath tub? Nah, she'll see something she shouldn't. I doubt she'll do it anyway. Man, I missed my breakfast. I bet everything Crabbe and Goyle are feasting on the sweets Mom sent me. Darn them and their food eating abilities. Anyway, bathing brings a new question. What am I going to wear? What if-

"Malfoy!" his thoughts were interrupted by Hermione, "Wake up and help me!"

Draco obediently helped her lift the basket that contained everything they needed to have a successful bath. They dumped them all in the enormous bathtub filled with water. Hermione carefully took the scissors from the sink and started to cut Draco's robe.

"Hey! What do you think you're doing! These are new robes!" Draco screamed, grabbing the scissors out of Hermione's hand.

"I need those!" Hermione made an attempt to grab the scissors back from him. Draco raised the scissors high above his head. Hermione was too short to reach it so she crossed her arms in front of her chest. "I need to cut your robes so you can take them off," she explained, "See? I already cut mines apart." She showed her clothes which we're torn in the part where her hand with the handcuff began.

"Fine," Draco agreed, "But how do you know I want to take mines off?" He asked her with a raised eyebrow, a smirk forming on his mouth.

"Ugh, fine, bathe with that sticky thing on." She undressed herself and luckily, she was wearing a shirt underneath her robes. She didn't cut that part off. She jumped into the bathtub and made a huge splash, wetting part of Draco's right arm. Draco cut off his robs in the end and jumped in, in his boxers. He tried to drown Hermione with the huge splash he made. He failed though.

Hermione started scrubbing herself with the face towel while Draco was desperately trying to give his hair back its usual hotness. Speaking of hotness, Hermione was trying very hard to ignore the fact that Draco Malfoy was bathing with her. Most girls would murder for the chance. After a couple of minutes, they did the opposite. The bath was unusually quiet. One reason was because Draco wasn't making any snappy comments. In fact, he was actually, stirring some up in this head. He was planning of revenge because Hermione cut off his robe and the bunny tail thing...

A smirk started to form on his lips while scrubbing his body and tail. We'll see the reaction… He thought evilly. He quickly finished bathing and stepped out of the tub. He told Hermione to take her time bathing. Hermione did so. She dunked her head in the tub to wash off the soap in her hair. After about a10 minutes, Draco was still standing. He finally spilled his secret.

"Granger, I peed in there before I left." He said laughing.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!" Hermione jumped out of the tub and delivered a punch to Draco's gut. She started yelling a stream of curses but they will not be mentioned due to the story rating.

Okay, I think this chapter was better than the last two. I'll type the next chapter next time. My fingers are cramping. Bye!

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