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The two came out of the bathroom after an extensive amount time since Hermione had to re-take the bath due to the Urine Incident. Dumbledore sent Dobby, the free house elf, in the dorm and provided the two with fresh robes that had zippers on the sides so they could wear them AND re-zip. Hermione walked outside followed by Draco, who really didn't have a choice, into the Great Hall. The moment they set foot in it, the room erupted with a hearty applause from everyone. Why, they were the hottest news at Hogwarts.

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Hermione blushed at the sudden gain of attention and turned her gazed down. Draco seemed to be enjoying it: he was waving his unchained hand gracefully like he won a Beauty Pageant with a million dollar smile on his face. The duo marched proudly and shyly towards the teacher's tables and demanded freedom. Anyone can read the happiness and sunshine light on Draco and Hermione's faces since they're about to go on their separate destinies and have their own lives back. They're going to dine and bathe without killing someone… they're free to roam around the school. All their friends, or bodyguard friends, can go do the normal things they usually do… If only.

"WHAT?" The two exclaimed. Hermione was ready to have a seizure and convulse on the marble floor. Draco looked as if someone drained his bank account and now he has to live with muggles and work. The room started spinning in the couples' visions.

"I'm sorry, but there's nothing that can be done about this. The key was misplaced and I'm afraid there's no other way to open the lock," Dumbledore explained apologetically. Dumbledore's eyes glimmered, "Here, both of you can have your private dormitory and common room. Your classes will be rescheduled so you have each class together. How's that?"

Hermione was the first to regain her composure, "I-I don't know…" She said, her voice filled with uncertainty, "Can we have the day off to… you know… research in the library for any information about breaking enchanted handcuffs?"

"Be my guest."

"Wait… does this mean I have to mingle with Granger's friends?" Draco inquired, "Because if it does, father would totally be against it and he would surely fry the school and everyone will die," Draco pathetically threatened… "Oh, can you please get this tail off me?" He muttered. With a whoosh of his wand, Dumbledore made the irritating tail vanish.

"Professor," Hermione whispered to Dumbledore so Malfoy, who began to wave at students again, couldn't hear, "Can we have out wands back. Well, you don't have to give Malfoy's wand but can you at least give me mine?" Hermione babbled. The headmaster fumbled in his robe pocket and found the two magic sticks.

"Here," He handed Hermione both wands, "Be careful, Ms. Granger. You're one of the most trusted students in Hogwarts… and the smartest too. I'm expecting a lot from you. No more rabbit tails or any tail for that matter." He gave Hermione a stern look from his half-moon spectacles. Hermione nodded in agreement. The two left with heavy hearts to eat their first breakfast together.

When it came to going to their tables, they went the opposite directions and ricocheted back to each other.

"Slytherin table!"

"Gryffindor table!"

"Hufflepuff table," said a voice from behind them. The both turned from each other and gazed at the face of Minerva McGonagall. 'Oh boy,' they both thought. Hufflepuff was the sappiest table in the whole school according to some stereotypes. People spent their days crying over broken plates and writing poetry about love and bunnies with cotton ball tails. Everyone thinks that in the Hufflepuff common room, they spend their spare time holding hands and dancing in circles while wearing a crown of beautiful daisies on head pitiful heads. This is not the type of people both of them want to eat breakfast with.

"Excuse me?" Draco asked flabbergasted.

"You heard me," the professor said, "Hufflepuff. You're going to spend most of your time with them so no one gets more attention than the other." The two marched with heavier hearts to the feared table and sat at the very end… far, far from people. Unfortunately, a group of Hufflepuff 6th years sat right next to them since that's where they usually ate. Dining was silent except for the clatter of forks and spoons and Hermione and Draco's usual bickering.

"Ow! Stop pulling my hand!"

"I'm trying to get the chicken! Blame the blasted cuffs!"

"I blame you!"

"Why you little…" –coughing noises-

Hermione decided to quit dining. Draco did too. It just wasn't worth it.

"So!" Hermione began, trying to start a conversation with the Hufflepuffinians, "For how long do you dance around in your common room while holding hands? Do you go on until you get dizzy or something?" One Hufflepuff looked up and raised his eyebrow and then he looked back down and continued ripping the flesh off the chicken with his mouth. Draco sniggered at lack of attention Hermione's getting.

"Watch a master socialize," he said.

"Ehem… do you dance and sleep with rabbits often?" Draco inquired to the same guy. He got no response. "Excuse me! I asked you a question!" The guy stood up and grabbed Draco by the collar.

"Shut the up. Do you think I'm the type to dance around and frolic shamelessly?" The guy had broad shoulders and a bulgy body He had small eyes and will remind one of a bully. He cracked his neck and knuckles.

Draco was too shocked to fight back. Who know Hufflepuffinians could be so vicious! "No?" he managed to squeak.

"Then shut it."

Draco and Hermione thought the same thought and stood from the table and rushed to the library. This was going to be a long year if the handcuffs weren't off.

Guess who's back? Bahahaha! Oh, I retyped chapter one. I think it's better than the last one. I'm planning to retype all of the chapters in this story. It will take a lot of time and will power but I'll do my best.

To BabyRuth: Don't hate me! –Cries- I'm continuing!

To Tatapp: Don't be a hater. I'm typing here.

To xOxOkIsSmYaSsXoXo: I'd rather not. I hope you're happy I'm continuing this. You scared me.

To Tink: Bahaha, guess who's back.

To krystagurl04046: I'm writing another chapter or more.

To Pissed Off: Guess again. I'm continuing. Next time, try not to curse.

To Fionger: YOU!You did something that gave me a massive writer's boost. I'm sure you don't know what, well; it's a secret that I'll know. Lol. Thank you.

To Nilfheim: Heh, really? Thanks. I cringe when I read the previous chapters. I'm glad you don't.

To SmartAznGirl13: Here I am. Continuing.

To Snape-ette: oo Okay? –Bows head in shame- I'm continuing. Don't have a seizure. I appreciate your liking for my story, but switch to violence? –Gasp! - Heh.

To Alavna: "You must continue." Presto! I'm back!

To SaturnNeko: I'm glad you appreciate my writing. . ; Don't glare. You scared me.

To LaxGoalie: Bahaha, your reading wasn't in vain. I'm updating!

To PeanutButterOreoCookieGirl: Heh, you can finish this if you want to… I'm also finishing it. Maybe you can tweak the plot or something?

To Debatingqueen: I'm not discontinuing this.

To SlytherinRoyalty: -Hides behind a couch- Wait; you hid your weapon… Nevermind. –Comes back out- I'm glad you respected my decision. Bahaha!

To CitCat299: Thank you!

To NorteDameGirlie: Thank you soooo much for telling me! I need reviewers like you to guide me around the complicated process of writing.

I guess that's everyone who thought I was discontinuing this. The first reviewers didn't see my message so… yeah. They thought I was continuing. Thanks for the encouragements! And for the people who wanted to continue my story, you can still continue them. I'm glad you actually liked them!