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Draco woke up the next morning. He groaned. 'Damn. I'm going to have to go to that muggle thingy. I'm actually going to have to associate with the blood-traitors and the mudblood.' He pushed away the covers and rolled out of bed.

At the breakfast table, there was excited chatter. Most of it was coming from Arthur, but that was beside the point.

Arthur was asking about rollercoasters. "So what did you say it does after it reaches the top?"

"Well, once it reaches the top, it can use gravity to pull it through the twists, turns, loops, and such till the friction stops it from moving anymore."

"How fascinating!"

This was when Draco had entered the room, also occupied by Harry, Ron, and Ginny. Mrs. Weasley was off doing laundry in another part of the house. Seeing everyone so excited to be going to a muggle event sickened Malfoy, and sent him deeper into his bad mood.

"Why is everyone smiling? It's only a muggle festival. It's not like it's going to be fun," Draco said in annoyance.

Ginny, sitting across from Draco at the breakfast table, had joined in Hermione's belief that Draco sulking was annoying. 'He might as well be sulking for a reason.' She smirked. 'I'll give him one.'

Under her breath, she muttered, "Polarivocce Attractum," and waved her wand under the table in Malfoy's general direction.

"What was that, Ginevra?" Malfoy sneered, and then smiled oddly. He looked confused about that last action.

The use of her full first name had touched a nerve in the youngest Weasley. Determined to get back at him, she asked Draco a seemingly innocent question:

"I know you don't like us, Malfoy, but tell me, exactly how much do you hate us? Feel free to use any type of language you wish."

Mr. Weasley's face reddened. "Now, Ginny! That's no way to speak to a guest—"

He would have finished reprimanding his daughter if an angry-looking Draco hadn't interrupted him.

"Well, you're right. I utterly loathe and detest all of you. It's a shame that a pure-blooded Wizarding family like you Weasleys have decided to mingle with the common mudbloods." Glancing at Hermione, Draco continued to speak without taking a breath, causing his face to get increasingly red. "Speaking of mudbloods, I can't find a worse one than Granger; she's constantly sucking up to the teachers and probably uses their favor to get Precious Potter and Weasel out of trouble. Not only that, but spending so much time doing her beloved homework, she neglects her appearance. Any average girl could have fixed her hair with a simple straightening charm."

Draco would have said more, but the effects of Ginny's hex had started to take effect. Draco went around the room hugging the Weasleys and "Precious Potter," but upon reaching Hermione, he took her head in his hands and kissed her passionately. While he was hugging the Weasleys, a look of shock had taken over his face. That was soon replaced by disgust after hugging Harry, but after a good long snog with Hermione, he looked horrified.

'What in the HELL am I doing!' he thought in exasperation. 'Why can't I bloody control myself? And…and…did I just put my mouth on Hermione's full, soft lips, and take her head full of soft, silky (yet bushy) hair into his hands? Wait. What the heck was I just thinking?

What's WRONG with me!'

Draco had actually said that last bit out loud.

All the while, Ginny had been smiling and laughing as if someone had hexed her with a ticking spell. Tears had actually rolled down her cheeks as Draco had been snogging Hermione.

Noticing this, an angry Mr. Weasley demanded in fervent tones, "Yes, what exactly is wrong with Mr. Malfoy, Ginevra Molly Weasley?"

Ginny sobered up at once. She looked down at her lap. "I might have put a hex on him," she said, her face starting to look as red as her hair.

"What! You're almost worse than the twins! What did you do to him? He's our guest!" said an exasperated Arthur.

"Well, every time he says something bad about someone, he does something nice to them. The worse the things he says, the nicer the things he does. I suspect that's why Hermione got such a juicy kiss while the rest of us only got hugs."

"YOU CALL GETTING HUGGED BY MALFOY NICE?" erupted Ron.

"Quietus," Draco said, highly interested in what Ginny had to say. Ron looked positively livid. Now he couldn't yell anymore, and the more he tried, the more purple he got.

"Now how does it come off?" Draco inquired. He had underestimated that redheaded Gryffindor, and now he actually kind of admired her for such a brilliant spell. He'd have to find out what it was called later, so he could wreak havoc in the Slytherin dungeons, where nobody said anything nice.

"Well, I haven't actually come up with a counter-spell for it yet…"

"WHAT!" Draco fumed, not so much in the admiring mood anymore. "You little—" he suddenly cut himself off, remembering what would happen if he insulted the little Weasel brain.

Hermione piped in, "A simple 'finite incantantum' should do it. Finite Incantant—"

"Nooo!" Ginny had screamed.

"—um," Hermione finished. With that, Draco was magnetically pulled towards her and engulfed her in a big bear hug.

"Get off me, you git!" Hermione shouted, pushing Malfoy away with all her strength, finding he wouldn't budge.

"I can't, you stupid arse!" Draco returned, giving her a peck on the cheek as soon as he had said it.

"ARGH. Don't talk to me at all! Quietus."

Now Draco was in the same boat as Ron. Only Ron wasn't magically stuck to a girl who was angry with him. He was finishing his toast with a scowl plastered to his face.

"Now everyone calm down," Harry said. "We won't get anywhere by upsetting each other, now will we? Now, Ginny, are you sure you have no counter-spell for this?"

Ginny looked very embarrassed. "I was only kidding…"

Malfoy shot her an angry look, since he couldn't say anything. Hermione, who could, said, "Well get ON with it already!"

"Polarivocce Dispersio."

Hermione and Draco pulled apart, looking both embarrassed and infuriated.

"Finite incantantum." Draco's forced silence had lifted. Mr. Weasley repeated the process with Ron.

At that point, Mrs. Weasley walked in, oblivious to what had just happened. "I trust everyone's had a good morning?"

Everyone shot her an angry look, and left the kitchen.

"What did I do?" Mrs. Weasley asked herself, very much confused.

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AN: Thanks to all my lovely reviewers.

Blueskyshymoon08:yes, it was a bit depressing.

QueenTigress: oh yeah, can you just imagine Draco on a rollercoaster for the very first time?

PurplePanda: I'm trying!

Dragon: yeah, I know, but there's some here. (Even though it's more like artificial snogging…) I promise there will be more later, once they warm up to each other.

Gabbytheelf: well thank you! I'm glad I have a few loyal readers already!

Kimi-ga-warui-Tenshi: thanks, and yeah, it was sad, but it does have a purpose.

Malfoy-Jacky: I know how hilarious that would be, so that's why I'm including it in the fic!

Jjp91: Yeah, I agree. He was just a teensy bit upset. And your understatements make me laugh….haha.