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I have realized something about this fiction. It isn't going to have the exact same tone as Battle of the Hearts, which was basically mindless fluff and constant humor. This story actually has a plot and will be quite serious at times. I will try to keep it light and witty when I can, but I am forewarning you. I just wanted to bring this up..I guess for peace of mind. I'm a little disappointed in the way this fiction's going so far-truthful opinions anyone? I now present to you Chapter 3- read, review if you think it worthy to, and above all else, ENJOY, ENJOY, ENJOY!

I furrowed my brow.

"What?"

"If I told you, I'd have to kill you," Draco drawled silkily. He impatiently brushed the unruly lock of blonde hair that was hanging attractively in his steely grey eyes out of the way. I gaped as I caught a flash of his hand. His fingernails were in an absolutely pristine condition...filed to a perfect point...

"Do you get manicures?" I blabbed before I realized just exactly what I was saying.

"Yes, I do," Draco sniffed. "It's a must if you want to be a Malfoy."

I simply could not help it. I snorted- VERY loudly. So obnoxiously, that Terry Boot, who was sauntering past on his way to a snog session with Padma, glanced over to our private little corner suspiciously.

"You filthy little Mudblood!" Draco suddenly hissed like a snake. "You and your bloody Weasley..." It worked. Terry didn't bat an eyelash. He assumed it was just a typical Draco/Hermione argument, one that occured about five times a day. Nothing out of the ordinary.

"At least I don't get manicures." I cackled with glee once Terry was out of earshot.

"Sod off," the sexy Slytherin grumbled, pulling me even deeper into the shadows. "Or else I'm afraid I'll be forced to snog the hell out of your mouth in an effort to keep it from ever opening again." Teehee. As delightful as that sounded, Potions was due to start in five minutes, and Snape would delight in delving out a punishment to one of his least favorite students- me.

"As interesting as this conversation is," I fake yawned, "I don't wish to receive detention on my first day at Hogwarts."

He completely ignored me. "Now, continuing with the plan...We can't be seen actually enjoying each other's company. I'll have to still continue being a huge pain in the buttocks to both you and the other two members of your precious Golden Trio. We'll have to meet in secret places at ungodly hours of the night...Merlin only knows what the consequences would be if certain people saw us together..."

"Will you please stop being so cryptical?" I snapped.

"I know this will be terribly difficult for you, but please try to contain your curiosity and don't ask any questions?"

"Fine." I said grudgingly.

"Or else I will have to resort to the snogging..."

"Tut tut. Miss Granger, late to her first NEWTs Potions class," Professor Snape said with obvious glee. "I'm afraid that will have to be a detention. Seven o'clock sharp in my office tonight, Miss Granger. And I believe twenty points from Gryffindor would be just about right?"

"Make it thirty, Professor," Draco drawled from the other side of the room.

"Excellent idea, Mr. Malfoy." Hmmph. My newly- found ally was definitely withholding his trademark reputation. No one would EVER suspect a thing.

"Now, as we were discussing before Miss Granger ever so rudely interrupted the class with her tardiness, we will be extensively studying the complicated healing potions for a good deal of the year. Can anyone name the two most basic ones?"

My hand was in the air the second the word "ones" left Snape's greasy mouth.

"Miss Valet?"

"The Blood Replenishing potion and the Wound Healing potion," Cassandra said primly, tossing her head of glossy black hair.

"Excellent, Miss Valet. Ten points to Gryffindor."

I opened my mouth in disbelief. Snape never, ever gave any points to Gryffindor in the whole five years I'd been at Hogwarts...

"I have the feeling that Snape doesn't see right through her," I confided in a low voice to Parvati, who looked as though there was dragon dung underneath her nose. "Either that, or he's finding pleasure in watching the smoke come out of our ears."

"Professor Snape doesn't see a lot of things," she pointed out wisely. "Especially the fact that your hand was in the air long before hers was, and yet, he called on that bimbo!"

"I knew that answer," I practically whined. "I know every answer in Potions. And yet, he asked that 'ass of a Cass'!"

"Well, Miss Granger, if you do honestly believe that you are omnipotent, then by all means answer this question: What gives you and Miss Patil the right to carry on a conversation in the middle of a class while I AM TEACHING?"

"I was just asking Hermione for a quill, sir." Parvati made her best attempt to look innocent.

"Tell me, why would you need a quill, Miss Patil? I did not indicate that we were taking notes at this time."

"I just wanted to be prepared." The beautiful witch shrugged her slim shoulders nonchalantly and picked a nonexistent piece of fluff off her tight robes.

"A likely story," Snape sneered. With a swish of the robes, he turned to face me. "And Miss Granger, this is the second time you have showed unacceptable behavior in my class. Another twenty points will be taken from Gryffindor and I'm afraid you'll be receiving another detention."

"That's an outrage, sir!" Ron was on his feet in a second, face red with barely-concealed fury. Teehee. The object of my affections was DEFENDING ME! Perhaps the situation wasn't as dire as I had thought...

"Sit down, Mr. Weasley," the slimy head of Slytherin said silkily.

"No, I don't think I'm going to," Ron said arrogantly, blatantly defying Snape's command.

"Ronald, dear," Cassandra said soothingly, covering his fist-currently-clenching-the-edge-of-the-table with her petite hand, "Please take a seat." Ron, bless his little heart, completely ignored her.

"Mr. Weasley, would you care to join Miss Granger in detention tonight?"

I waited with bated breath.

"Yes, sir, I would."

Frankly, the whole class was in a bit of awe. Ron had lost his temper with Snape at many memorable times in past years, but never to this extent!

"Well, Mr. Weasley, you have your wish. For your inexcusable disrespect to me, both you and Miss Granger will be spending a week in detention."

I gulped. "A week? But, Professor, that's- "

"Ridiculous," Ron finished firmly.

"Miss Granger, what are the ingredients in a Wit-Sharpening Potion?"

"Scarab beetle, ginger roots, and armadillo bile," I recited dully.

"Correct. Now, seeing as you know the ingredients, it would do you good to brew the potion in the hopes that next time you will be able to use your WITS before disrupting MY class again. Have I made myself clear, Miss Granger?"

"Certainly, Professor." I couldn't help but smirking.

"Another ten points off Gryffindor for that conceited smile..."

"I lost 60 bloody points for Gryffindor in Potions," I informed Ginny during lunch.

Her eyes lit up as she swallowed her treacle tart hastily. "I am SO proud of you, Hermione!" she squealed. "You're finally letting the rebellious side in you emerge! Oi, Ron!" Ginny tapped her older brother on his broad shoulder. "Hermione has finally come in touch with her inner bad girl!"

"Really?" Ron raised an orange eyebrow. "Then, bloody hell, doing rounds tonight should be quite interesting!"

"We have detention, Ron." I reminded him with disappointment, my mind already whirling off with fantasties involved me, Ron, and that secluded little corner behind the statue of Egret the Embarrassed.

"Well, afterwards, then?"

"Your room or mine?" Harry spit out the pumpkin juice he had just sipped, showering Parvati and Lavender with the liquid contents of his mouth as he stared at us.

"You've both gone bloody mad," Harry shook his head.

"Nope. Tonight Ron and I are going to shag!" I cried triumphantly. Only it was a bit on the loud side. And I had chosen one of those extremely rare moments when the Great Hall had fallen into a short silence. Now not only was the Boy-Who-Lived pondering if I'd lost my mind, but so was the rest of the Gryffindor table, half the Hufflepuffs, and even few Slytherins- all of whom had heard my rather dirty last remark. Oh, and I couldn't forget the professors- and Ron, the latter of which who was giving me this rather odd expression- one that was making delicious tingles race up and down my spine...

"You've got to be kidding me, Hermione," Dean broke the silence and shook his head in disbelief. "You and Ron- SHAGGING?"

"Is there anything wrong with that?" I said rather defensively, wishing that everyone would STOP LOOKING AT ME!

"It's just a very disturbing image," Seamus chimed in.

"Then don't imagine it, Finnigan," Ron said briskly, flashing me his infamous lazy grin.

"Yes, please don't," I agreed. "I don't think that Ron has a body that's very appealing to men..."

All the blood suddenly rushed out of Harry's face as he pointed a shaking finger at something behind me. I turned around every so slowly. Ah. Just the people who could make the situation even better. Professor McGonagall and Cass-Ass. The whole reason that Ron had actually been paying attention to me at lunch and not drooling over that bimbo's large expanses of revealed skin was because she had to meet with McGonagall to see where she stood in Transfiguration- if Potions and Charms were any indication, it was, most unfortunately, bloody brilliant. But alas, the hour of peace had been shattered. Reality set back in, and once again I would be fighting the Ice Princess for Ronald Weasley.

"Miss Granger and Mr. Weasley, follow me please." The older witch beckoned as she adjusted her hat in order that it would continue to sit primly and sternly on her tight-bunned head.

Ron and I shared a look of utter panic.

"What's wrong, Professor?" I asked shakily.

"Plenty. Now, please don't tarry, you two. I must speak with you both before lunch is over, which will be in approximately ten minutes."

I entered her office with a heavy heart. It had suddenly clicked with me. She was going to give us the whole "no shagging before marriage talk" as she had done to Seamus and Lavender at one time in the fifth year. (Thank Merlin, they weren't actually shagging- it was just a RUMOR!)

"Er, Professor," I began quickly as Ron and I took sat down stiffly in the high-backed royal blue chairs across from her organized desk, "Ron and I really weren't planning on shagging. It was just a joke."

"That's good to know, Miss Granger," Professor McGonagall said without batting an eyelash, but I could see the beginnings of a smile work its way to her stern, set lips. "However, that is not what I wish to discuss with you and Mr. Weasley. And let me assure you, if you two were ever to do anything of that like here at Hogwarts, I would be disappointed beyond belief. Not to mention how your mother"-she inclined her head towards my boyfriend- "would feel."

"Honestly, Professor. We would never, ever do that! I mean, we haven't done much more than passionately snog, and I don't plan on going any further at this time in my life..." It was then that I realized I was uncontrollably babbling and sharing some fairly personal information with MY PROFESSOR.

"Guilty conscience, Miss Granger?" This time I was sure the small grin was fighting to make an appearance.

"Er, no!" I stammered.

"Excellent." Any traces of amusement were gone from her face and voice. "Now, to quickly get to the pertinent topic of discussion here, Professor Snape informed me as to what occurred in Potions earlier this morning."

"I'm really sorry about that, Professor," Ron said sheepishly. "I sincerely am."

"I am shocked- utterly shocked that you two would show such disrespect to a Professor- eventhough I am aware of the fact that there isno love lost between both of you and Professor Snape. Furthermore, he's a very important member of the Order."

I hung my head shamefully. "I do apologize, Professor. It was very wrong of us, and it won't happen again."

"That I would hope. Now, I realize he did take a large amount of points from Gryffindor and gave you both a week's worth of detention with him, but I will have to add on a punishment of my own for this unacceptable behavior."

Ron and I waited with bated breaths.

"You will be spending yet another day in detention- with me."

"Well, that's not so bad, is it?' Ron let out a happy sigh.

"Yes it is, Ronald," I snapped. "Do you realize that just today I received 8 detentions and lost 60 points from Gryffindor?"

"Like Gin said, it's your inner bad girl finally showing her face." Ron winked as we slowly walked down the hall, holding hands, once Professor McGonagall dismissed us. His breath tickled my ears as he pulled me tightly against him and snuck into the empty Charms classroom. "And frankly, I can't wait to see what will happen!" he finished cheekily. I had the sudden urge to slap him, but I settled for meeting my mouth to his in a long, slow snog. "That's more like it," Ron moaned as the atmosphere suddenly turned more and more passionate.

"I think I made the right decision, Miss Granger and Mr. Weasley," a voice abruptly broke into our snogging session, "If this is any indication."

"Professor McGonagall!" I gasped.

"I unfortunately forgot to give you two this book before you left my office. I tried calling after you, but you both seemed to be involved with...other things."

Ron and I had the grace to blush simultaneously.

Without a further word, she handed me a small, blue leather book entitled, The Consequences of Shagging at Hogwarts, at walked briskly out of the room.

"You've got to be kidding me," I said weakly. "Someone actually wrote this book?"

"What's even more surprising is that you haven't found it yet," Ron snickered, running a finger down my spine and make me delightfully shiver.

"I don't read such dirty things."

"But you do such dirty things...to me!"

Teehee. He only wished. As his mouth covered mine once again, I had no choice but to surrender to his luscious lips and the havoc they were going to wreak havoc on my senses. For next few minutes, I allowed no thoughts of Cassandra or detention to run through my mind- it was just Ron. Only Ron. And the fact that Ron was, well to put it frankly, "a damn good kisser!" Bring it on, Cass-Ass. Does Ron kiss you like this? I didn't think so.