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"Draco…. Draco, wait up." Hermione yelled as she ran after him/herself. This is only slightly bizarre looking, she thought to herself. "At least tell me what's wrong." She called out gaining ground on him. One thing I do like about all this is the added stamina, I'll bet he could go for hours, please tell me I didn't just think that. She was mere feet away now, running at full speed. If I just reach my hand out I can… and just then Hermione tripped over her untied shoe laces, and Draco turned around just as Hermione fell into him, knocking him to the ground underneath her.

"Bloody hell, Hermione," Draco said, reaching his hand up to the back of his head where it met the ground in a not so pleasant way. "I knew you wanted it honey, but I had no idea it was that bad. All you had to do was ask." He continued, trying to mask his pain with humor.

"Right, you're right, that's why I tackled you to the ground. And I would have asked if you weren't playing hard to get which is one of the things I find most intriguing about you." Hermione said, a smile crossing her face, enjoying the look of utter confusion that was now very evident on Draco's/her face. She wouldn't admit it to anyone but her dream last night had them in a similar position, only to be honest they were themselves. She lowered her head slightly to whisper in his ear. "Oh, and Draco… In your dreams." She said blowing into his ear slightly as she lifted herself off of him. She wasn't sure what made her do it but she was finding herself more and more attracted to Draco. Maybe it's because I have seen him naked and my god he has a great body. She thought to herself as she extended a hand to Draco helping him off the floor as well.

Draco seemed speechless, which was very unlike him. "What happened anyway, why did you run from potions crying like a little school girl?" She questioned, trying to hide the fact that she was genuinely concerned.

"Well, if you hadn't noticed. I am a little school girl at the moment. And if you must know, it was something that Snape said. I never realized just how much you have to put up from him, that potion was perfect, PERFECT! And it still wasn't good enough. I've never lost points before, not from him anyway." Draco said, just now realizing that Hermione was right and Snape does play favorites. She has it harder than I thought, and all these years I've just been tormenting her, telling her she's over dramatic and calling her names. I almost feel bad for her, wait… I do feel bad for her. Well, this is new. "Come on," he said, finally regaining his composure. "There are too many people here and I think we should continue this conversation some place a little more… private." Adding the last part in a whisper to Hermione.

"Where did you have in mind?" She asked, butterflies started to build in her stomach, which she concluded had to be from hunger, and couldn't possibly be from the growing attraction between the two of them.

The two spent most of the day in the library, which was even emptier than usual seeing as all the exams were over for the term. They talked about everything from what they wanted to do when they left Hogwarts to wishing they both weren't an only child. Which it turned out, they also had in common. In her mind Hermione had probably always known that about him but it still came as a shock to her that they both felt childhood would have been easier with a sibling to go through it with. She was also surprised at what Draco wanted to do for a living; he wanted to be a healer. He wants to help people? Maybe he isn't as bad as I thought. He's just… misunderstood. Lost deep in their conversation neither realized it was time for dinner until Hermione's stomach growled.

"Maybe we should head to the Great Hall, we're already late and I'm starving." With that they left the library still caught deep in their conversation as they headed over to the Gryffindor table. "Does it seem oddly quiet in here to you?" She asked looking over at Draco. Just then they realized that everybody was looking at them; it's an eerie feeling, having every pair of eyes in the student population staring at you. It was scary, like the calm before the storm; it felt as though any minute the entire student body was going to break into mass hysteria at the sight before them. It wasn't that Draco was talking to Hermione, though that did factor in a little, it was more the fact that Draco Malfoy, future death eater and the picture perfect Slytherin was sitting at the Gryffindor table next to his arch nemesis, Harry Potter.

Hermione looked around the Great Hall, suddenly becoming nervous from all of the hostile glares they were receiving from the Slytherins and even from some of the Gryffindors. She felt Ginny move closer to her, adjusting her glasses as she did.

"Move towards the door." She whispered into her ear, not realizing this would only add to the hysteria that was building in the Great Hall, Harry Potter whispering to Draco Malfoy. "Don't make any sudden movements." She added, eyes watching the skittish movements of the students moving around them. Hermione nodded, taking a hold of Draco's hand with out realizing it and pulling him to his feet next to her, their bodies pressed against each other.

"Well…this is interesting." He said, eyes wandering around. "And only slightly uncomfortable…you don't really think they'll… attack, do you?" He added in a soft whisper, almost clinging to Hermione for dear life, to hell with the consequences. All the students looked out for blood, or at least one dead Slytherin. His eyes widened even more as Millicent lumbered over, glaring at HIM hatefully.

"What does a little mudblood like you think you're doing touching Draco Malfoy?" She demanded of him, giving who she thought was Hermione a rather rough shove against the table, making Draco wince. Damn she was strong! For a moment, he thought she was going to hit him but instead, the large girl grabbed Draco by his upper arms and pushed him farther up on the table, looking ready to crawl on top of him. Oh, please don't let her get on me…I mean, she's so large and I'm so…not. He thought, putting his arms over his face to defend himself from the obviously unstable girl.

"Hey!" The entire Great Hall went silent again, all the eyes turning to Hermione who was glaring at Millicent with hatred in her eyes.

"Draco?" Millicent said in confusion, still holding who she thought was Hermione against the table. Hermione did the only thing she could think of, because not only was her body in trouble, but so was Draco. She grabbed Ron's turkey leg and smacked Millicent over the head, smiling almost gleefully as she heard the sickening sound of turkey meat coming in contact with the other girl's large bulbous head. Millicent went down, and she went down hard, eyes wide with shock.

"Back off, you large, unattractive, Slytherin bitch." She said, feeling some weight lift off her shoulders. Who would have thought she had wanted to say that for so long. Smiling triumphantly, she gave the girl one final swat over the head with the turkey leg before crawling over the crying girl who was wailing "DRACO" over and over. She helped Draco to his feet and realized they were both standing on the table, both clutching at each other like frightened children.

This strange confrontation was all it took to shatter the delicate balance in the Great Hall. Millicent continued to cry at "Draco's" harsh words and everyone started yelling and attacking the nearest member of the opposite house.

"Sit at your own table, Malfoy!" Lee Jordan growled, climbing onto the table and making a grab for Hermione who let out a small cry and pulled Draco in front of her like a shield. This of course, caused Millicent to snap out of her hysterical sobs and protect the man she loved by punching Lee in the face, causing the thin black bloke to fall over backwards. She was about to again make a grab for Draco's hand, thinking in some twisted way, that he must love her when the REAL Draco moved in front of Hermione and grabbed an empty goblet and smacked the girl over the head with it. Third time was the charm because Millicent Bulstrode went down, and she went down hard, a large thud echoing in the Great Hall.

It was chaos to say the least. Neville was cowered under the table with Colin Creevy who was already writing a letter home, demanding his parents come get him. Though through all the mass panic sweeping the Great Hall Fred and George sat calmly by, too confused as usual to really help.

"So…should we get involved in this?" George asked, looking at his twin who just shrugged.

"We can't be expected to do anything under these circumstances, to hell with them. At least they bloody well know who they are, bunch of stupid gits." Fred answered, going back to eating.

During this, Pansy tackled Parvati off of Ron like a football player, sighing at Ron who was practically crying for the girl to stop. Of course, him being in Pansy's body, crying wasn't seen as an odd occurrence. Though to be fair Parvati was on top of Ron, pulling at his hair.

"Get off him…I mean me…I mean her!" Pansy snapped, helping Ron to his feet. "If anyone is going to be on top of him…her, it's going to be me!" She snapped, not realizing the pure insanity her words might cause. Parvati looked at her, completely confused.

"Ron…what's wrong with you? It's only Pansy Parkinson, the Slytherin Slut." The dark haired girl said a little to frightened to even attempt to get up.

"Why you" Pansy started, making a move to either hit or disembowel the other girl. Ron stopped her, grabbing a hold of Pansy's arms. Parvati let out a sigh of relief, deciding not to dwell on the fact that 'Pansy Parkinson' had just saved her from being most likely killed by the supposed 'Ron Weasley.' Her relief was short lived because after restraining Pansy, Ron pulled back his fist and decked Parvati so hard, she was out like a light the moment his now girly fist came in contact with her face.

"She's not a slut!" He growled, pulling Pansy away from the insanity. "I mean…I'm not a slut…yeah, you stupid bitch." He added, not caring that the girl was unconscious.

It was spreading, Gryffindor against Slytherin, or occasionally, their own house members. Hair pulling, spell casting and even some biting.

Pansy, just realizing what Ron said looked over at him, in the middle of the full out war being waged in the Great Hall, "You really mean that? You don't think I'm a slut?"

Ron looked at Pansy, blushing slightly as he tried to work up the courage to tell her what he really felt about her. "No, I don't think that at all, in fact… I, well, I think you're really…" but he was cut short as a large glob of chocolate pudding came in contact with his face. He wiped the pudding from his face and searched the room looking for the culprit behind the pudding attack; it was then that he saw Padma crouched next to her unconscious twin with a spoon in her hand and a smile on her face. "Patil, you're dead." He yelled as he ran at her, picking up Harry's cup of pumpkin juice on the way and dumping what was left of it in Padma's hair.

Everyone was too caught up in the worlds largest food fight to notice that the professors have done nothing to stop the madness, everyone except the only two not participating in this clearly barbaric act. "Fred?" George asked grabbing another turkey leg and taking a rather large bite out of it.

"Yeah George," Fred answered with a mouth full of mashed potatoes.

"You do realize that no one has attempted to stop this display of utter chaos, and that they seem to be blocking all the exits?" George continued as he dodged a plate of flying yams.

Fred had noticed this and was beginning to become a little concerned. Here they were, the entire student body of Hogwarts, the greatest wizarding school in the world and they were creating the largest mess known to man kind and no one was getting in trouble for it. No one was being sent to detention, and no one was lifting a finger to stop it. That's the very moment when they both realized they must fight the good fight. It was their destiny after all. It's what the twins had been working towards their whole like. They were involved in the largest mayhem of all time.

The twins, in one swift move, as if they were two bodies sharing one mind (which most of the time they were), they flipped over the table they had been eating on and used it as a shield. Fred turned around looking for ammunition when he spotted the very large bowl of mashed potatoes lying next to the unconscious body of Neville Longbottom. "Wow, I wonder what happened to Blaise?" Fred muttered to himself as he handed the bowl to George who, using his wand made that bowl and many more around the room hover in the middle of the Great Hall while Fred caused them all to explode simultaneously, sending mashed potatoes everywhere, and covering all with the fluffy white goodness. It was at that moment that the noise in the room changed from screams, shouts, and scared whimpers to that of laughter. Everybody in the room stopped what they were doing, took one look at the person next to them and started to laugh. "Huh? I wonder what they put in the potatoes." Fred said looking over at George and burst out laughing as well.

It was then, and only then did Dumbledore make his presence known, and surprisingly clean as well. "Now that we have all come to our senses, I suggest that you all help in placing the tables back in their appropriate spots and clean the area around where you were sitting before heading back to your common rooms. I'm sure if you all work together you could have this mess cleaned in no time." Dumbledore said with a smile as he headed out of the Great Hall. On his way out he asked McGonagall if she would escort some students to his office, and he proceeded to list off all of the 14 body confused students.

Our next chapter probably won't be up before Monday seeing as the weekends are busy around here but we will try to get it up soon enough. I hope this one can hold you over until then.

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