The XanderCordelia Factor

The first week passed, and life carried on, Draco and Hermione getting a tiny bit closer each day. The Cyanide Injection was busy, what with songs being written, tried, rejected or accepted. So far they'd gotten five done, two of them emo sad songs, two violent, Sex-Pistols/Dope like, and one just for kicks. The three of them hung out every day, going to Hogsmeade and exploring the castle. Of course, they always went to the Punk Room to skate or surf, as it was nearly summer. (Two months away, but still) It was all going good, and Harry was beginning to fancy seeing himself as a match-maker/punk-ass rocker, Hermione was definitely looking at Draco like a lover again, and Draco was definitely not as rage-prone.

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Tuesday found the trio with their backs on the grassy ground, and their eyes looking at the sky. Boredom came to them easily. Suddenly Harry sat up, a mischievous glint in his eye, and a cell phone in his hand. Draco and Hermione exchanged worried yet amused glances, the connection happening again, and both looking away.

"Hey, you lot wanna play spin-the-cell truth or dare?" the black haired boy asked. The two nodded, if ever so hesitantly.

He spun the cell. It landed on Draco.

"Okay, Dray, truth or dare?"

"Erm, truth?"

"How far have you EVER gone with a girl?"

"Gutter-face."

"You're avoiding the question."

"Fine, god! Second." Hermione and Draco blushed. Harry's eyes widened. Draco snatched the cell phone and spun it. Hermione.

"T or D?"

"Dare."

"...um..."

"KISS DRACO!" Harry had yelled it out loud, and the looks he received all but killed him. Yet Hermione sighed and did what he asked. A small peck.

"Aw, bloody hell 'Mione, that's how I'd kiss you! Kiss Draco, and I want it to be like you were still dating. Like, a REAL kiss, okay? No wimping out on me!" Draco rolled his eyes at this, and Harry sat cross-legged with his arms crossed, watching with an expectant air about him. Hermione cupped the blonde's cheek softly and gently, and time slowed down as their faces came together. It was just like she remembered. His kisses were sweet, yet deeply passionate. His hands slid around her waist, pulling her closer. Unseen by them, Harry smirked. Aha! I'm bringing them together! Making it right! Wait, does that make me gay? No, that's only if I make wardrobe changes and home changes for people. Okay. Panicky moment over. Oh yeah. I'm good! The kiss ended, and the couple stared at each other, practically glowing. Harry took the cue and left.

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Draco hugged Hermione.

"I've missed you. A lot."

"I made such a stupid mistake, I don't know what got into me..."

"Maybe a little bit of Hagrids 'special punch'?" he offered, rewarding him with a smile and a laugh. She quieted, and lay her head on his chest, draping her arms around him. He relaxed. The clouds had vanished from his life.

"Okay, so you felt bad about us being found out, but maybe it's better that way. I mean, that doesn't matter to me." he said.

"Well, I like you. You're nice, you're funny, and you don't smoke. And okay, Slytherin, but who's perfect? So, I'd still if you'd still."

"I'd still. I'd VERY still."

The kiss was intense, passionate, and outranked EVERY perfect kiss on this planet.

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Voldemort, the Dark Lord, had been amassing his forces, and had been journeying to Hogwarts, bringing the fight to Dumbledore. The very day Draco and Hermione had rekindled their lost fire, he arrived, and darkness swept over Hogsmeade. Of course, the people at the castle didn't see this, although Harry did get a blinding pain in his scar that left him in a coma. It was to begin, with bloodshed and pain and suffering and torture. The beginning of the end.

HAHAHAHAAA! Cliffy of not too big proportions. Yes, this is the end of part one of the finale. R&R, and I will be most pleased.

Shorty