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III

"Hey, Granger, why don't we play a game?" quipped Draco breaking the silence.

"Only if I'm allowed to use a weapon," mumbled Hermoine not looking up at him.

"What kind of a game uses weapons?"

"The kind where I'm able to murder you and then hide your body on school grounds so that your ghost can haunt the first years along with Moaning Myrtle."

"I was thinking more along the lines of twenty questions."

"Do we have to?" asked Hermoine finally glancing at the boy lying beside her. She shifted her weight, causing both teens to wince as more of the closet equipment settled on top of them.

"Stop fidgeting," said Draco with a frown. "Otherwise you're going to bury us alive!"

"Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean for you to kick the bucket around and knock everything atop of us!" snapped Hermoine.

Draco rolled his eyes. "Fine. I'm sorry I made a mess of things. Are you happy now? I don't apologize for just anyone you know."

"Be still my beating heart."

"Do you have to be so sarcastic?"

"Considering our current situation I would have to say yes, I do have to be sarcastic. You don't expect me to be tickled pink about all of this, do you?" returned Hermoine shaking her head.

"You could at least try to have some fun," murmured Draco.

"Yes, because this is my idea of fun. Being buried under a pile of rubble and locked in a broom closet with Draco Malfoy."

"When people found out about this they're going to be jealous. You're spending quality time with me—not everyone is able to experience that."

Hermoine snorted. "They're not going to be jealous. They're going to be surprised that I didn't throttle you the first five minutes we were in here."

"Think what you want, Granger, lets play twenty questions."

"Fine," relented Hermoine leaning her head in the palm of her hand as she tried to get comfortable under all the rubble.

"I'll start. Why are you friends with Potty and the Weasel?"

"Because their kind and fun to be with. They treat me like an equal. My turn. Why do you hate Harry and Ron so much?"

"That's easy. Potter tries to be everyone's friend. He hasn't learned who the worthy ones are. Weasel—he's just a poor, good for nothing idiot. Why do always have to be so perfect?"

Hermoine bit her tongue to keep quiet and answered the question. "I like learning, and the only way to learn something fully is to be very good at it. Do you always do as your father tells you?"

"Of course not. I can't be better than him if I let him run my life. What happened between you and Krum?"

"He was dull. All he cared about was himself—and he wouldn't let me study in peace. He kept staring at me. Why are you such a bully?"

Draco sighed. "Honestly, can't you come up with better questions?"

"Would you just answer, Malfoy? I'm not the one who suggested the game in the first place," returned Hermoine crisply.

"Alright, alright. Don't get your knickers in a twist. What was the question again?"

"Why are you such a bully?"

"Because power is fear."

"That's rich."

"You asked, I answered. Now, tell me, Granger, who are you dating? Potty or Weasel?"

"That's a stupid question. They're my friends. I couldn't date one of them—it would make things weird between the three of us!"

"It was just a question—don't jump down my throat about it."

"Hmph. Alright, Malfoy, have you actually ever kissed a girl?"

"What?" Draco looked startled. "I don't think that's any of your business!"

"I've been answering all of your dumb questions—the least you could do is answer mine!" pointed out Hermoine.

Draco narrowed his eyes at the teen girl and took a deep breath. He turned away, his ears turning red, as he answered, "No."

"Pardon me? Did you say no, Malfoy?" Hermoine brought a hand to her mouth to stifle her laughter. "Are you blushing? Well, this is a first. The great Draco Malfoy is blushing."

"Well have you?" snarled Draco turning back to Hermoine.

"Have I what?"

"Ever kissed someone?"

"Yes."

"Oh." Draco lapsed into silence as Hermoine giggled.

"This is priceless," she murmured to herself. "Wait till everyone gets a load of this."

"You wouldn't dare!" protested Draco eyeing Hermoine dangerously.

"Oh yes I would. It's not every day that someone has a hand over you, Malfoy. I'm not letting this opportunity pass me by!"

"Why you dirty little—"

"Mudblood? It doesn't change anything, Malfoy," replied Hermoine with an impish grin on her face. Draco's lips twitched in anger as he contemplated the situation. He had to protect his reputation. There was no way he could become the laughing stock at Hogwarts.

By now Hermoine was laughing out loud rather than merely giggling at his predicament. Without thinking it through, Draco grabbed her face and brought his lips crashing down on her own.

A/N—I'm on a roll this evening. Hope you like this chapter as well.