Chapter numero the third

Draco woke up, finding himself sprawled all over the bed, the covers wrapped tightly around his legs and himself in nothing but his boxers.

What the fuck? All he remembered was pounding a big leather bag, with heavy metal blasting his ears off.

So what the flip happened? Why am I here and not on the floor?

Then it hit him like a hangover. Hermione had stormed through the door, telling him to "shut that bloody music off" and let her sleep. He had laughed in her face and she had slapped him again. He then conked out on the bed, thinking rage-filled thoughts. He had squeezed the blankets, pounded the pillow and turned the music up as far as it could go. Then, he remembered black.

"Ungh…good thing it's Saturday…otherwise I'd look like I had a hangover during school, and wouldn't that be fun?" sarcasm dripped off his lips, his mouth twisted into a wry smile, his inner skater coming back out.

Grabbing a pair of black jeans, an American Apathy shirt and black leather Adio shoes, he dressed hurriedly.

Maybe I can get in some skating before everyone wakes up…god knows I haven't done anything like it in the past month! And he grabbed his East Coast board, and tiptoed out into the hallway. Messing up his hair just the way he liked it, he ran down the virtually black hallways, and found himself outside the Room of Requirement.

I need someplace to skate I need someplace to skate I need someplace to skate

And he opened the door, and found a skate park with half-pipes, quarter pipes and grind rails, plus a few little other things. Smirking, he set his skateboard down, and did his skatin' thang.

Almost and hour passed before he realized that he was hungry. Doing his last kick-flip, his last backside one-eighty, he wiped the sweat from his eyes and walked a little more slowly to the Head Room. He bumped into a figure in the halls, and, embarrassed, helped pick up the books that had been spilled. Too late that he realized it was Hermione. Too late he realized he'd struck up a conversation with her, and was thoroughly enjoying her company.

"Holy mother-fucking shit!" he cried, leaping away like he'd been burnt.

"Oh. My. God." Was all Hermione got out. She looked at him, oddly captivated by his Muggle-ish appearance. He was oddly…cute….in that bad-boy way.

He gave her the once-over. Black tank top, torn butt-tight jeans, pink and white Etnies….an Element sweatshirt.

Weird. I think I actually like those on her…freaky…yet, oddly comforting.

Oh. My. God. Draco is looking unnaturally GOOD…god, I love his hair…

The two stared at each other for eternities, it seemed. The hustle and bustle of students coming to breakfast jolted them back to the present.

Flipping his hair back (in a most punkish way) Draco said

"Tell no-one. By the way, nice outfit."

Hermione was taken aback. Malfoy had actually COMPLIMENTED her….

Yeah, okay, a little out of character, but that's the way I like it. Besides, wouldn't malfoy be so cute as a skater/ punk? And Hermione in Etnies….I think I like it.

Marisa, props to you again! Is Linsey (sp?) reading this? Btw, comment if you do!

-Barad