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A/N: I moved the day when Malfoy saw Hermione to October because it couldn't be in April. I said it was at the beginning of the school year, and April is the end of the school year. So now it's October. I guess I picked April because of April showers.

I suddenly had a burst of inspiration! I went of a mini-vacation to my grandma's house. I know what you're thinking, after only one chapter? Well anyway, when you're with two old people and a T.V, ya get bored and get the urge to write. I have idea what to do for the next two or three chapters; I just need to connect the dots. Be prepared for romance, tears and a bit of humor.  R&R Enjoy.

Chapter Two – Mission: Impossible?

"Good night, Malfoy"

This is what he got? A measly "Good night, Malfoy?" The mind of Hermione Granger was confusing as Longbottom in Potions. Draco Malfoy, was abandoned in the Head's common room, as Granger walked up the stairs and into her bedroom. He felt rejected. Malfoy's do not work well with rejection. Usually, when he kissed girls they would either faint, want more, or run to tell their girlfriends to brag and to squeal so loudly they could banshees to shame. He was an aristocratic, spoiled pureblood, who always got what he wanted. This feeling was awkward, and he didn't like it one bit. He scowled as he walked back to his bedroom. Draco blamed it on Hermione on that fateful rainy day in October. "For the bloody brightest witch of the era, she sure lacks common sense," He muttered to himself. Who the hell doesn't lock their door if they're stark naked in a bathroom? I mean really? He fell onto his bed. Hermione must be… a lesbian. Makes sense, I mean has no serious boyfriend, no fashion sense, and I've never seen her dress like a real girl clothes besides the Yule ball and her Hogwarts uniform. "Pity, why are all the cute ones gay? He sighed. "Another bloody year at Hogwarts…" he thought as he lay in his bed staring at the ceiling.

Hermione had been standing leaning on the door, for a very unhealthy amount of time staring into space. Outside, Hermione may seem unresponsive and motionless, but in her mind, a conflict was roaring.

" This is not normal!

You're damn straight.

What would Harry and Ron would say?

Nothing! Absolutely nothing.

What? Why?

That's because you're not going to tell them!

Why the bloody hell not?

Because Ron and Harry (mostly Ron) would beat the pale off Malfoy, the last thing we need is a dead Head Boy and two expelled friends…"

She hated Malfoy at this moment; Hermione believed that Malfoy must be up to something. Malfoy was never up to good. He made her feel misplaced and indecisive. Hermione Granger was never misplaced or indecisive! She always knew what to do and where to go. There was a time when she had a problem and she could go to the sanctuary of the library. You wouldn't imagine how she wished there was a book called "What to do when a Slytherin Bastard, Wimp, and Childhood Enemy kisses you" He was trying to mess with her head. Yes! That's it. Oh god, he was winning. Why did he love to get under her skin! You must not let the enemy win! "Hermione," she said to herself, "you will try her best to avoid anything Malfoy throws in your way." She mentally laughed to see how paranoid she was getting, almost like Uncle Bert, when he gets too many to drink and thinks they're all under government surveillance. One thing flashed into her head as she concluded her rapid thoughts. "Mission: Avoid Insufferable Prat".

Hermione had nostalgic and almost longing feeling when she stepped into the Gryffindor common room. Of course she would, she hadn't been there in ages. All those memories she had, and all the events and parties after Gryffindor won a Quidditch game, or won the House Cup. She was disturbed in her remembrance when a fiery-red headed Weasly came down from the girl dormitories.

"Hermione! Ready to go?"

"Yeah, but can I use the bathroom before we go?"

"Sure"

Hermione had come to the GCR (Gryffindor Common Room) to pick up Ginny so they could go to Great Hall together. Ginny was growing impatient.

"What in Merlin's name are you doing?" shouted Ginny as she stomped up the stairs. "We're going to be late for breakfast!"

"I'm flossing!" bellowed Hermione.

"Flossing? Oh Hermione, what's wrong?" asked a concerned Ginny.

Ginny remembered the last time Hermione had flossed for this amount of time was when 6th and 7th year went to Hogmeade for a day. It was snowing and it was very cold and icy. Well, when Hermione had just stepped out of the carriage and there just happened to be a very long and icy sheet and one she stepped down, she slipped until she hit the wall of The Three Broomsticks. Upside down, face in the snow, and bottoms up. The most embarrassing part was that her skirt was over her head and her "Rudolph the Red Nose Reindeer" knickers where showing. When she got back, she used five full boxes floss her parents had sent her, and had flossed so much her gums were minty green for a few days. Since then, she always wore shorts under her skirt, looked where she was stepping and always flossed when she was nervous, embarrassed or confused.

"Mione, give me the floss" Ginny said slowly with her hand out.

"No, I'm not finished" Hermione explained. "Ginny what are you doing!"

"Give me the floss!"

"No!"

"ARGGHHH"

They fought over the floss till Hermione let go and Ginny slammed into the bathroom wall.

Hermione gasped. "Ginny! Oh my god, I'm so sorry!"

Ginny groaned. "Nothing Pomfrey can't fix," she said. "We will talk about this later, Hermione." she said through her teeth." Hermione nodded. "C'mon help me up."

"You're late," said Harry.

"Thanks for stating the obvious" said Ginny before she gave him a kiss.

Hermione and Ron both winced. "We are trying to eat here."

"Ron, you're always eating," explained Harry. Ron shrugged as he stuffed his face with food.

"Anyways, we have important things concerning our friend Hermione," said Ginny.

"Ginny, don't" warned Hermione.

Ginny ignored her. "'Mione was flossing."

"Really? She hasn't done that since the Hogmeade trip." said Harry.

"Wrestle her down for it, I did."

Ron chuckled as he thought about it.

"What are you laughing at?" asked a heated Hermione.

"Nothing," Ron said half-laughing. "You only do that when you're nervous or depressed our something right?

"No, depressed is chicken and ice-cream." Harry cut in.

"Can't a normal person floss without being something wrong?" asked Hermione.

"A normal person, but not you" explained Ron.

Hermione gaped, they knew her all too well, and she knew "the question" was going to come into the conversation soon. See? There it is.

"So, what's wrong?" asked Harry.

She sighed. "Nothing, you can fix," said Hermione honestly as she finished her muffin.

After classes Draco decided that he needed to settle things out. He saw Hermione and thought it was perfect timing. So as she was about to pass him he grabbed her by the arm and pull her into am empty corridor.

"Granger we need to straighten out things out" Hermione just looked at him with pure annoyance.

"I wonder if there is a spray called Prat-Be-Gone," Hermione said aggravated. "Malfoy, I don't know what you're up to, but I don't like it," said Hermione in her stick-in-her-arse tone.

Draco looked amused. "You can't avoid me forever" said Draco calmly but tightning the grip on her arm. She looked livid.

"Watch me," she said as she walked away.