Desrosiers: Thank you to my reviewers for your kind words! They mean so much. Anywho, on with the chappie. Sorry, it's a little short, I just wanted to get it up so I could start on the longer 6th chapter. Enjoy!

A Smirk is Worth a Thousand Words - Chapter 5: Lemon Pudding and PMS

Hermione sat down at the Gryffindor table in the Great Hall, and began piling food onto her plate, not saying a word.

"So, I take it you've gotten sick of spew? Again?" Ron turned to Hermione, trying to suppress a giggle.

Hermione gave Ron a warning look, and continued piling mashed potatoes on her plate by the gallon.

"Hermione, are you okay?" Harry raised an eyebrow. "You seem...quiet. And hungry."

"I'm fine." Hermione said quickly, as she shoved a spoonful of steak and kidney pie in her mouth. "Just..just a little stressed. Ya know, from exams."

"Hermione, exams are 3 months away. You can relax." Ron grabbed a roll from the tower of bread in front of him, causing a few rolls to topple from the top onto Neville's head. "Oh, sorry Neville."

"Seriously Hermione, you look ill." Harry had concern in his eyes, while Ron was just concerned at the fact that Hermione had poured all the gravy onto her plate, leaving him none. "I'm fine, Harry." Hermione sighed.

"Sorry, you just look, erm...different.." Harry gave her a questioning look. "Did you change your hair or something?"

Hermione's eyes flicked down to Draco's cloak around her. Her eyes went wide as she tried subtly to cover up the Slytherin emblem with a strand of her curly hair.

"What'er you doin'?" Ron said through a mouthful of chicken stuffing. "You ok?" Ron swallowed.

"FINE." Hermione started to get frustrated, but leaned her head sideways so her hair would cover the whole of the emblem. "I'm fine."

Harry raised an eyebrow. He was not buying this at all, and the look on his face showed it. "You're not fine, Hermione."

Hermione jumped up, her hair hiding the emblem flying off her shoulder. "Who are you to tell me if I'm fine or not!?"

"No, Hermione, that's not what I---"

"Oh no. That's not what you mean, huh? Then why did you say it? What, I can't take care of myself? Is that it?" Hermione huffed and stormed off, causing disgruntled looks from surrounding students.

Harry turned to Ron. "What's up with her?" He looked truly shooken.

Ron shrugged. "PMS, I 'spose."

Harry wrinkled his brow at the sound of "girl talk" and proceeded to stuff his face with lemon pudding.

"Wait. Was her cloak...green?" Harry lowered his spoon from his mouth and looked at Ron.

"Na..." They both laughed and continued eating, flinging globs of pudding at one another occasionally.

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Hermione flung herself onto her dorm bed, and let out long sigh. For once in her life, Draco stumped Hermione, and it was weighing her down and her off.

Why did he give her his cloak? I mean, come on. It's Draco. It's not likely for him to give up one of his possessions to (dare I say it) a mudblood. It wouldn't exactly be out of the pureness of his heart, because as far as Hermione knew, Draco didn't have a heart. He was just slime.

Hermione grunted to herself at the thought of Draco giving change to homeless muggles on the street. She could even laugh at the fact that it was so unlikely.

She shifted her weight onto the other side of her body and sighed deeply, clutching Draco's cloak and fiddling with the embroidered emblem.

Draco, to Hermione, was nothing more than a conniving, stuck up, snot nosed weasel (or Ferret, however you'd like to see it.) But for once in her life, Hermione started to believe that Draco didn't have a heart of stone.

Maybe it was just made of dirt.