Disclaimer- I'm not J. K Rowling(sadly), so I don't Harry Potter. But I came up with this plot!

A/n-Friday's update as promised. I want reviews in my inbox when I get home next Friday evening! If I get 10 reviews for this chapter, I'll make sure I update on Sunday morning. If not, you have to wait until Monday night. I'm mean, I know.

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Ginny Knows

"Professor Dumbledore!" Draco gasped, running over to pick up his Potions book and placing it on the glass table. "I didn't h-hear you come in. W-what's wrong?"

"I was going to ask you the same question, Mr. Malfoy," he said calmly. He settled himself on the couch and put his unnaturally long fingers together. He did not seem angry at all; he actually seemed quite amused with the situation, like it was an interesting television show.

"Nothing is wrong, I just got a little angry…" he said. Why did he really care? It was none of his business.

"That is obvious. Now, I have a proposition…" but whatever the proposition was, he didn't find out right away. Dumbledore stopped as Hermione edged her way into the room. Her eyes were a little puffy, and her hair was a mess. Her eyes told it all; she wasn't angry with him. She smiled at him and he smiled back. Or rather, he smirked, as he always did.

"Ahh, Miss Granger! How nice of you to join us. I was just about to Draco here about the Halloween ball you two will be planning. Any ideas of yours will be put forth by the prefects. Please run your plans by me first, please."

"A Halloween ball Professor! I have many ideas…" and she was off, babbling about her plans for the ball, many of them plans Draco thought were insane. Dumbledore bid them goodnight and bowed himself out. Hermione didn't seem to notice.

"I think we should have the normal pumpkins floating in the air, what do you think? I'm not sure-" she babbled on, but was cut off by Draco's lips. He moved her back and pushed her on the couch, and lied down on top of her.

"I…don't…care," he murmured against her lips. He rolled off of her and stood up.

"You seem to always do that when I'm talking," she said, clearly annoyed.

"No, only when you're babbling into tomorrow."

"I wasn't babbling-whatever. What was that boom earlier? I heard something, did you drop something?" she asked.

"No, I chucked my Potions book across the room. I'm going to bed, I'm tired. Goodnight 'Mione!" he said lazily as he began to ascend the stairs, chuckling lightly to himself. As he reached the top and was about to turn the knob to his door, he heard Hermione yell up to him, "Don't call me 'Mione!"

He ran down the stairs and poked his head out the door. She was raging on the other side of the room, about to go upstairs. "Alright, how about muffin?" he said and cackled. He ran back up the stairs and magically sealed the door. He changed into his pajamas and dived into his bed, ready for a long rest.

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The next day started out to be one of the best of Draco's Hogwarts days. He didn't care when Potter told him off for walking to class with Hermione, nor did he care when they were assigned their largest amount of Transfiguration homework ever(write four feet of parchment on the uses of conjuring charms, and how they are important in the wizarding world). But his mood wasn't going to last. It never did.

Draco was walking to the library alone to do a bit of research for McGonagall's essay, which would surely take all night, when he came across the scene that ruined his day. Hermione and Ron were walking down the Charms corridor hand-in-hand. What was worse that when they got to the end, Ron kissed her, pushing her against the wall. Either Hermione had a guilty conscious or she didn't want to be seen, because she pushed him off and said something to him. His smile faded.

Draco pushed past Weasley as he leaned in to kiss Hermione again. He was very angry and also very jealous. How dare her; it wasn't like Hermione to toy with people's emotions or even cheat on someone. He angrily shoved people out of his way as he made his way to the library.

He shoved open to the doors to the library and many angry faces looked up at him. Madam Pince said," Shhhh!" and he made his way all the way to the back of the library. He threw his bag against the wall and sat down, his head in his hands.

Maybe Hermione had lied the whole time, and at dinner each night they had a great laugh about it. Was she really like that? His thoughts, unfortunately, were disrupted as a disgruntled Hermione ran up to his table. He lifted his head to see her face right in front of him.

"Arghh!" he screamed as he toppled over backwards from his chair. Hermione held out a hand to help him up; he did not take it.

"Sneaking off with weasel, have we?" he drawled. He was not happy.

"It's not what you think Draco," she whined. "I didn't, I…" but he voice failed her.

"I saw you with my own eyes Hermione. How could you lie to me?" he asked.

"Listen, he asked me out and I said yes. This way, people won't be onto us. With me dating Ron, no one will suspect us," she explained. Her theory seemed correct.

"You let him kiss you though…" he said.

"Yeah well, that's what couples do right? I mean we do…" she trailed off.

"I don't want his hands or lips on you," he growled.

"I promise I won't do anything more than what we do," she pleaded with him.

"That's comforting."

"Yes it is, because we haven't done much. This is the easiest way to throw off suspicions," she said. Draco agreed that was true and forgave her. They headed to the common room, hand-in-hand. It was dinner time, and no students were out in the hallways anymore. Draco and Hermione decided to skip dinner and nick food from the kitchens later.

When they got into the common room, Draco immediately set to work on his Transfiguration essay. Hermione got changed into her pajamas and then joined him. They worked very late into the night, and finally double checked each other's work at quarter to eleven.

"Yours is good Draco, except it's a bit messy, but McGonagall won't care. How's mine?" Hermione said after reading over Draco's final copy of his essay.

"Perfect as usual…I doubt McGonagall will find a flaw in it," he said while biting his lip. Hermione snatched it from him with an annoyed look on her face. She shoved the paper in her bag and Draco did the same. He settled himself by the fire and started reading Quidditch Today. Hermione pulled out woolen material. She began sow what looked like hats in midair using magic.

"What are you doing Hermione?" Draco asked curiously.

"Knitting house elf hats!" she said eagerly.

"Why?" he asked, now putting down the magazine to stare at her.

"To set them free," she said happily.

"Whatever," he grunted and went back to his magazine. The knitting sounds stopped. Hermione walked in front of him and sat on his lap.

"Better activity?" she said and kissed him.

"Definitely," he said, and wrapped his hands around her waist and pulled her closer. He picked her up and brought her to couch, laying her down. He lied down on top of her and kissed her gently but passionately. This time, Draco was first to stick his tongue in her mouth, letting it zoom around, exploring it rapidly. He lured her tongue to follow his into his mouth, and let their tongues glide on top of each others.

Draco took his hands from her waist and let them slide to her hair. She flipped over on top of him. Draco let his hands massage her stomach under shirt. He slowly let his hands go farther up, kissing her all the same. In one motion, Draco's hands were roaming high under her shirt, and Hermione was taken aback. She slid off him, panting. Draco cursed under his breath.

"I'm not ready for that Draco," she said cautiously. She thinks I'm going to blow my top, he thought to himself.

"Sorry, I…I shouldn't have. Ok, yeah, when you're ready. That's f-fine," he said. He was a little disappointed, but he can't take it too far. He'd have to stop somewhere…

"I'm going to bed, it's l-late…goodnight Draco," she said and walked over to her staircase, fixing her shirt. Draco sighed and rolled off the couch. He kicked the chair and walked upstairs. This really wasn't easy.

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"We can't do that Draco! The Heads are opening the dance anyways, we can't go together. People will notice," Hermione huffed.

"Fine! But you have to dance with me more than once!" Draco yelled back. The ball was in two weeks, and they had just finished the details. Draco was anxious because he didn't have anyone to go with, and Hermione had put her foot down.

"Of course I will; we start the ball, and end the ball. I promise a nice after party too, how about that?" she compromised.

Draco smiled and said, "That's sounds great!" Hermione laughed and slapped him on the arm.

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"Hey, Hermione! Can I talk to you for a minute?" Ginny called out to her at dinner as she and Draco were about to leave. "Both of you!"

"Yeah, sure. What's up?" Hermione asked as Draco sighed. Ginny shook her head and led them out of the Great Hall and outside. She dragged the pair down to the quidditch pitch and sat her down on the stands. Ginny took a deep breath.

"I know," she said simply. Draco looked at her. Hermione was too. What was she talking about, Draco asked himself.

"Know what weaselette?" he asked jerkily. Hermione hit him 'round the head. "Stop it," she muttered so Ginny couldn't hear her.

"I know about you two," she said. Hermione turned around to look at Draco. He shrugged his shoulders and she looked back at Ginny.

"What are you talking about Ginny?" Hermione asked her politely. Draco sniggered. Ginny was on to them now, she must know.

"That you're dating. Only, you can't be, because you're dating my brother!" she said and opened her mouth in mock surprise.

"Ahh, I was afraid you would figure it out."

"Why are you doing this to my brother?"

"I have to Ginny, you know I can't be with Draco. Ron and Harry, they'd kill us!" she hastily explained.

"What do you think they're going to do when they find out you've been cheating on Ron?"

"No! Ginny no! You can't tell Ron! They'll hate me forever!" she screamed, panicking.

"I'm not telling them," she said calmly. Draco and Hermione breathed sighs of relief. "You are."

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A/n-Well, that's the end of the Chapter. Reviews, I want them! I want lots, because I'm greedy. Lots of reviews helps me write faster and you will want a good, long chapter when I return after my weeklong vacation. I apologize that I have to leave, but I need my vacation! It's the only vacation I'm taking all summer, so cut me some slack. While I'm gone, write long reviews. Ok, stop babbling Krista, on to review recognition for chapter 5!

theBomb-Thanks for reviewing! I'm glad I make you laugh, but sadly I can't do more than one chapter today. I'll tell you how I write my stories: When my mom gets home from work(5:30ish) I get on her work laptop and try to write. My sister tries to take the computer from me, which makes it impossible to write a chapter in one sitting. But I try! So sorry, but thanks for sticking with my story. I promise, with more reviews, the chapters will become longer. Review again, thanks!

Tgmoxie-Nice choice of words man…Last chapter for a week, and when I get back(next Friday night) I'll make a nice long chapter! That is, if I get lots of reviews.