A/N: I am so so so so so sorry for the delay. I just have been so busy! I lost track of time and I have an essay due...and OMG, I am sorry!

Disclaimer: I don't own Tom Felton, too bad though...I don't own Harry Potter...JK Rowling does...too bad...

Draco was mistaken. Highly mistaken, at that. His thought that Hermione actually liked him was crushed. After the kiss, she had run up to her room, only to come out in the morning fo some scrambled eggs she had asked Ron and Harry to save for her and drop off. And once she had the plate of scrambled eggs, some pepper and salt, and a fork, she went straight back up the stone stairs and into her room.

He had tried to talk to her. He didn't want her to always hate him. But it was useless. Maybe it wasn't him. Maybe it was hormones...maybe all he needed to do was sit her down and ask her what was wrong. Maybe...

"Hermione, I think we need to talk!" Draco said, knocking on the door. About to knock again, the door opened to reveal a tear stained face.

"No." she replied, closing the door.

"Fine. Bitch..." Draco said under his breath. He was sure she hadn't heard him, but alas, he was wrong...again.

"I HEARD THAT, YOU $ HOLE!" Hermione shrieked from inside her room. If it had felt like a loud crash of thunder in the common room, what had it sounded like in the bedroom?

"Hermione, I'm sorry. I really think we need to talk. If you don't come out, I'm getting Dumbledore. Seriously, you need to come out and go to classes!" Draco said, sinking into a chair. Hermione swung the door open, to reveal her splendid body enclothed in a teal cami and pajama pants.

"What the hell time is it?" she asked, slightly nervous of the answer.

"I have a free class this morning. You on the other hand, have NEWT Potions. In 15 minutes. You might want to hurry." Draco replied, nonchalantly.

"Oh shit. Shit shit shit shit shit. I'm going to be late!" She said, rushing back into her bedroom.

"What about that time turner thing?" Draco called to the door.

"Omigod I forgot!" He heard her scream pleasantly from her closet.

About half and hour later and repeated turns of the Time Turner, Hermione emerged, looking hotter (in Draco's mind) than ever. Slight makeup and lipgloss, plus that uniform and braided hair, she looked like she was from a Britney Spears video. Draco closed his mind after that little afterthought.

"How do I look?" Hermione asked, turning a half turn on the floor and on the Time Turner.

"Er...really good, Hermione..." Draco said, still staring at her.

"'Er really good'? Is that all? Great..just what I need to get back together with Ron. Well, back to the Drawing Board." Hermione said, turning towards the stairs up to her bedroom.

"Hermione, I don't think that you should use the Time Turner that much. It messes everything up. And plus, everyone will wonder what happened when you come downstairs. Potions is first class. Just go down there. If Ron is stupid enough not to see the beauty inside of you...what am I saying? Just get down there, Granger. Did I just call you...?" Draco ended, with a confused look on his face. He turned back to his magazine. "I on the other hand, don't have anything right now. I mean, if you want me to come to potions, I will. Oh my god, Shit! Granger! You didn't take me to Snape's office for my punishment! That means double punishment tonight! I don't want you to stay for it. It could get a little..grotesque. Just drop me off and go do whatever mudbloods do. Alright?" Draco exclaimed, slightly angry. (A/N: Draco is still sorting out his feelings towards Hermione. He's slightly confused and that makes him angry.)

"Ok. Whatever, Malfoy. Retard." Hermione retorted, heading for the door. When she reached it, "Uggghhh! WHo are you? How did you get here? Why did Dumbledore let you in?"

The person said, uneasily, "Hi. Yeah, I don't go to school here. I live in America. Long ride, isn't it? Well, I was just coming to..um...see...um...Draco. The Principal said that he was here? Is he like, valedictorian or something? And what the heck is that bird in the principal's office? Ours has a parakeet, but you have what looks like a parrot! Oh yeah, can I come in?"

"Jude? Jude Harrison? Oh my god! How long has it been? How long have you been here?" Draco said, running towards the person in the doorway and pushing Hermione aside.

"Well, I was on World Tour and I got to choose where I was going to go, so here I am! In Britain! I saw Harry Potter. He looks just like the guy in..." Jude said. She was cut off by Draco, who decided then and there to see if he still liked her: by a kiss.

When they parted, Hermione said, "Excuse me, I'm-I'm g-gonna be late for...um...Chemistry. Sorry." She had her back turned to them, but Draco thought he heard the quaver of crying in her voice.

"Did I say something? You and her aren't...I know you share a common room and everything...you aren't...dating, are you?" Jude asked.

"Jude, baby, I have to go talk to her. You go and set up. Tomorrow night is the Yule Ball. I want to make sure Hermione's got a date. Shouldn't be too hard for her but still. You'll be singing...so that probably won't work, if you wanted to go with me that is." Draco said, not sure why he had called Jude 'baby'. He hadn't felt a thing during that kiss...other than her lips touching his, that is. He knew what he had to do. He'd tell her...eventually.

How was it? Did I incorporate Jude Harrison good enough? Sorry if I didn't. I may redo this chapter. I dunno. Anyways, I don't own Jude or those characters and I don't own Draco and the HP characters. I just...nevermind. For all those Instant Star fans out there...Tommy may be in this one! Sorry...really he might be. Hugs to you, Ryn