A/N: Special note: Hey Miss-Cody-James. Thanks for sticking around even though you ship Ron/Hermione, and thanks for the suggestions. And thanks to Allybally, who always tells me her favourite lines…(Hint hint to the rest of you)

"Must I wake every morning to find you standing over me?" Hermione asked, looking up into Malfoy's face.

"Must you speak like a freak?" He countered, grinning down at her.

"Can you stop the rhyme? It's not the time," Hermione replied, grinning a little herself and taking the mug of coffee he was holding out to her.

"Can't beat that," Malfoy said with a shrug.

"Damn right you can't."

"Granger, I've been wondering…"

"What?"

"Why didn't you tell anyone your little blue pills were actually candy?"

Hermione smirked at him. "It was more fun to watch you ponder, thinking hard and looking yonder," she replied, walking into her bathroom.

"That was bad!" He called through the door.

"So what are we going to do about the mess you've gotten us into?" Hermione asked once she had stepped out of the bathroom.

He spluttered for a few seconds before responding, absolutely outraged. "Excuse me? The mess I've gotten us into? Need I remind you that you're the one who bid on me? You're the one who got me addicted to your damn muggle candies so I could be blackmailed into kissing your best friend and then-"

But Hermione had done the appropriately cliché thing of kissing him to shut him up, which inevitably led to him kissing her back. She pulled back, looked at him, and then gave him a pack of PEZ. "Thanks," she whispered softly. "For the Harry thing. And for trying to help Hannah."

"Trying to? Are you implying that my advice wasn't good enough?"

Hermione rolled her eyes. "There you go again, ruining a perfectly good sweet and tender moment with your indignation."

"Oh, right, like it's all my fault."

"Well mostly, yes."

"You just need a scapegoat."

"Big word."

"Cheap shot. Shall we head off to breakfast?" He asked jovially, extending his arm to her.

She stared at him in shock. "Don't act so….Polite. It's a little disturbing."

"But you asked me not to be a prat…"

"Well, find a happy medium!"

"Fine!" And the two made their way to the Great Hall.

Dumbledore raised his glass to the hall, and McGonagall tapped on hers, and within a few seconds the entire school was paying attention, albeit groggily.

"As you will know, it is the last day of the binding spell for those who participated in the auction." A few sighs could be heard around the room, but a few fist pumps could be seen as well. Neither of these came from Malfoy and Hermione. "We will not be having a ball to end this week. But those of you who are bound at the moment will have permission to go to Hogsmeade in the evening, under conditions."

"You get to read those," Hermione whispered to Malfoy, earning a small laugh.

As Dumbledore mumbled on about something else, Hannah was striding over to where they sat. "Hey," she said happily, sitting down across from them.

"Did William give you his class ring?" Malfoy sneered, and Hermione whacked him over the head.

"And his letterman jacket!" Hannah mock-squealed, as she was fairly adept at muggle studies. Hermione laughed while Malfoy looked positively lost. "No, but I've broken up with him." She glanced back a few meters to where Will was standing, glaring at her for dragging him around. "Sort of, anyways. Officially by the end of today."

"So you're not going to Hogsmeade with him?"

"Well I am…But that's not the point. What about you too? Renounced your livelihoods, your parents, and all who oppose you yet? Started calling each other by your first names? Planning on telling your grand-children all about how an auction and a few PEZ got you together?" Hannah took a bit of Hermione's toast, and looked at the two amusedly.

They were, for their part, looking positively taken aback. Hannah rolled her eyes.

"C'mon you two. It's not as if I'm blind. Quite clearly there's something going on, I mean, what with the bickering-and-witty-repertoire that's really just flirting shamelessly and the times you shoot each other sideways glances and the realization that you are addicted to not only the PEZ but maybe, just maybe, to each other's company? You're hopelessly infatuated!" They continued staring at her, and she sighed deeply. "Oh well. Maybe something will happen tonight in Hogsmeade." And with that, she walked back to the Hufflepuff table.

"We don't flirt shamelessly," Malfoy finally said.

"No, of course not. I mean, there's a little shame."

"A little."

"Small amount."

"And what does she mean sideways glances?" Hermione shot him a sideways glance. "Oh," he said, looking thoughtful.

"Besides, it's not humanly possible to be addicted to someone's company," Hermione said in her know-it-all, matter-of-fact tone of voice.

Malfoy stared at her for a few seconds, and then let his head fall into his hands, laughing uncontrollably.

Luna Lovegood was, of course, watching this entire thing and listening very intently with her Hear-A-Scope, while writing notes down every so often. If her fellow Ravenclaws hadn't already thought she was absolutely mad, her fascination with the almost-couple would have done the trick.

Meanwhile, Harry was struggling with one of his extremely Harry-like internal battles, and he was losing.

I'm not gay.

That's a good one.

Seriously.

Uh-huh.

I'M NOT!

Does Seamus look hot in those jeans?

Yes. I mean, how would I know?

I rest my case.

I hate you.

Then you're depressed.

That was a pretty stupid thing to say.

You only want to think it was stupid.

Nice comeback.

I thought so.

I'm not talking to you anymore.

Fine!

FINE!

Harry's face contorted in many different ways, but only Seamus noticed, and he just thought it was a very Harry-like thing to do.

A/N: I'm sorry this took so long. I just had this huge move, and I didn't have internet access- but I'm posting it now, and I'm thankful to those of you who have hung around. Please tell me if you have a favourite line!