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The End of Last chapter:

"I… I'm sorry, Hermione. I just, god, this summer without you was torture, I thought about you all of the time… and I just realized that I love you, and I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Hermione Granger, I want to marry you!"

"M-marry me? You're proposing?" Draco managed to squeak out. Oh, this is wrong. This is so, so wrong… I'm going to need therapy for years to work this out; marry Potter!

Harry blushed and nodded, "What do you think?"

Shit! I was really hoping he would say no!

"Obviously not until school is over… and… and you don't even have to say for sure right now, but…" Harry rambled. "Just know that I love you, and I would do anything for you! ANYTHING."

"I'll think about it, okay, Harry?" Draco forced out as sweetly as possible; and without gagging. He then grabbed his arm and yanked him towards Transfiguration. "But until then, it won't do to be missing class!" Draco was, for probably the first time in his life, thankful for class.

Harry grinned and nodded, "That's the Hermione I know and love!"

In transfiguration, Draco fussed with his quill, tapping it up and down on the desk, and periodically glancing from Hermione to Harry. He proposed to me? Really? Did that happen? And I was nice back? I didn't laugh in his face? What the fuck is wrong with me!

"Miss Granger, is something the matter?" Professor McGonagall asked, concerned.

"Erm, no, Professor, why?"

"Well, you've been neglecting your notes the entire class, and not even paying attention. You haven't managed to answer one question yet! This is quite unlike you, Miss Granger, and I do hope it isn't a permanent change!"

Harry grinned at Draco, thinking the reason she wasn't paying attention was because he had proposed and she was so deeply in thought about it… which wastrue in some ways, I suppose. But mainly it was the fact that Hermione would be pissed, and Draco was contemplating whether or not he should tell her, and what he should say to Harry in the mean time. "Uhh, no, Professor, I'm sorry."

"Good. Now please take out your quill… I'll be expecting an essay about what we've discussed today as punishment. One foot long," Professor McGonagall said, returning to class.

Hermione shook her head… he really was going to make her look like an idiot, wasn't he? Well, if he just didn't get his act together, she was going to make her life a living hell as well. She simply was not going to that party this evening, as she told Blaise, who was sitting next to her.

He laughed out loud, receiving a stern glare from McGonagall. "No way in hell would you not be there… everyone who's anyone will be there… And if I might say so, you might be able to relieve some, erm, tensions of yours."

"What?"

"You know… I can see you haven't gotten laid recently," Blaise said quietly.

"Oh, fuck off, I'm doing just fine!" But apparently Blaise wasn't afraid of Draco at all—unfortunately for Hermione.

"Drac… I can just tell. Just like you can tell I got laid a couple minutes ago, eh?" Blaise leaned in further and whispered, "I got Granger."

"WHAT!" Hermione screamed.

"Mr. Malfoy and Mr. Zabini, that is quite enough! And from you, Mr. Malfoy, you are Head Boy! Each of you will serve detention tonight. Two hours. Eight o'clock, be there!" Professor McGonagall instructed.

"Tonight! No, Professor, we can't!"

"Oh? Why might that be?" McGonagall asked, raising her eyebrows.

Blaise looked to 'Draco' for help. "Err, Quittach," Hermione said lamely.

She peered at them through her glasses. "Aren't you the Captain, Malfoy? It should be quite easy to change the time; a couple of hours earlier, perhaps?"

"Hell no!" Harry burst out, and received a rather patronizing look from McGonagall. "Erm, sorry, Professor, what I meant to say is that Griffindor has the pitch at that time, and there is no way we're switching!"

"Very well, I suppose the Captain can't very well miss his own practice… tomorrow night, then. Eight o'clock. And next time I won't be so lenient; you will miss Quittach, captain or not! Class dismissed… Miss Granger, could I please speak with you?"

"Umm, of course, Professor," Draco replied.

"I'll wait for you outside, ok 'Mione… then we can 'spend some time together'," Harry said suggestively, glancing longingly at her breasts.

"Well… actually, why don't you go back to the Common Room, I'll come and find you later. She's probably telling me about some other head duties she forgot about… I might be awhile."

"Oh-okay," Harry replied dejectedly; he walked away like a sadpuppy.

"Mr. Malfoy …" Professor McGonagall began. "How are things going?"

"With the switch, you mean?... fine, I suppose."

She looked at him disbelievingly. "I am here if the two of you need to talk… and I must impress upon you how important it is for the two of you to act your parts. Otherwise people will begin to suspect something."

"Mhmm," Draco nodded absentmindedly.

"You may go now," Professor McGonagall said. "Have a nice evening, and don't forget about the essay!"

Shit. I hate essays.

A/N: End of chapter. Sorry this one is so short, but I thought something would be better than nothing. Please leave a review; I'm just curious about who is reading! 