A/n: At first I didn't know where I got the term "Notch on your bedpost" from, but then I realized I got it from Fall out Boys "Sugar We're Goin Down" and the movie, "Down with Love" starring Renee Zelleweger. So, I guess I must of learned it subconsciously, which is cool. Just a random thought. Oh ya, as you can see, I sort of switched from Hermione's POV to Draco's. P.S- I love some of the lines in this chapter. –Gives pat on back- Err, if you're black, and you find some stuff offensive, don't be, because I'm black too.But I highly doubt you will find it offensive. Warning: This chapter is freakin' long. R&R Enjoy.

She wondered why he would just storm out of that conversation like that.

"Now remember these words of advice, in this time of darkness," started Dumbledore.

She felt guilty, but at the same time not guilty. After all she didn't promise she would tell…

"You must remember to stay on the path of light…"

Hermione looked around her to see had looked around to see if anyone noticed Malfoy's unexpected exit. No one. Everyone's attention was on Dumbledore.

"If you do, you will eventually find daylight again…"

She came to a conclusion.

"If you don't, you will wander…"

He trusted her. And she violated his trust.

"And end up in what may result in terrible consequences…"

For someone who looked as pretty as she did now, she felt like crap.

"As for now, let the feast begin!" Dumbledore concluded as he clapped his hands. When he did, food appeared to be everywhere. Ron had already begun to eat like he hadn't eaten in weeks.

She was going after him. No one seemed to notice her leaving. Except Harry and Ron.

Draco was walking speedily to the common room. He was pissed. Friends? Has she gone insane? A cruel voice in his head kept repeating the same thing over. What that voice was saying only fueled his anger. It was like throwing fire in a room drenched in gasoline.

Hermione met him in the common room kicking the side of the sofa.

"Draco?" Hermione choked out.

"Save it, Granger," he snapped.

"Why did you just leave like that?" asked Hermione.

He turned around to face her. His eyes were like raging pools of gray. They were the same color of a sea storm.

"I told you to tell them, Hermione!" he shouted.

"I'm sorry, ok? I don't think they're ready…" she said.

"Them or you?" he asked. Hermione just looked at the deep maroon colored rug. Draco walked closer to her.

"Why do you always let them control your life like that?" he began "You're like their slave of something, you never get the credit you deserve," he said.

"I am, not their slave!" she shouted almost on the verge of tears.

"Really?"

"Yes!"

"Then why isn't you don't tell them, and don't give me that line of bull about how you don't think they're ready!" he shouted. She remained silent and the voice in his head forced him to say what it had been repeating in his head for may be the thousandth time.

"Are you ashamed of me or something?" he asked. She looked up at him.

"No, never," she said quietly as she walked toward him. He backed away from her.

"I don't believe you," he said angrily.

"Don't act like you're the saint here, Draco!" she shouted, "Who have you told since we started this relationship?"

"No one," he said defiantly "But if someone have asked I would of told them and been frank, Hermione!"

"Absolute rubbish, Malfoy" she retorted.

"If you can't be independent for once, since you met those little prick heads, that this can't work," he said, "I don't want to have to hide Hermione, I didn't come into this to play Hide and go Seek"

"You're right," she replied simply.

"Then, why do I have to be the one telling you this?" he said, "If you knew, then you should of figured it out for your bloody self! God, Hermione I hate this. I hate sneaking around like convicts" Hermione just stared at him and walked closer to him. He didn't budge. She put his hands on his chest and looked into his eyes.

"I'm sorry, I'll tell them tomorrow" she said, "You're absolutely right, we shouldn't be playing hide and go seek. Accept my apologies?"

Draco's features softened. "Yes" he finally said. Hermione gave him a quick kiss.

"What am I? Your brother?" he joked. Hermione laughed. Draco dipped her and gave her a very avid kiss.

"Better" he replied with a smug smile.

"C'mon Romeo" Hermione said pulling him through the portrait door "Time to hit the dance floor" she said.

"If I trip, fall and break my neck the medical bill goes to you," he said smugly as they reentered the Great Hall.

"Don't worry grandpa, you won't fall," she said smiling, "You have me as a partner"

"Well, well aren't we getting full of ourselves?" he taunted.

Here we go again, those damn pigs she calls friends again.

"Hey, we were worried when we didn't see you" said the girl weasle.

What was her name again? Goony? Where do these people get the names to name their kids? I mean Goony, Pansy, or Albus? Honestly?

"Yeah, is anything wrong?" asked The-Boy-That's-Head-I-Want-On-A-Silver-Plate.

Or plain dead would be nice,… but that's after he kills Voldemort… Then he can die.

"Where's Ron?" asked Hermione.

"I don't know, he went missing right before you came in the first time also," informed the girl Weasly.

Oink Oink, Piggys…

"Hello," said umpteenth boy Weasly.

How many children do those people have? They must of shagged like rabbits… -Shudders-

"I heard about you and Malfoy," Ron said with a sour face. "Have you gone mad! Malfoy? Are you that desperate for friends?"

You've done it down, Pig Boy…

Hermione looked irritated. "Yes, Malfoy and no I am not desperate for friends, Ronald!" she shouted. He decided it was his cue it come into the picture. Besides, they wouldn't dare do something stupid, not in front of Dumbledore.

"Well, well, well" Draco drawled, "Isn't it the Three Little Pigs?"

"You're calling Hermione a pig, and say you're friends? Ha! I told you he was no good!" said Ron, with a superior smile.

"Wipe that smile off you're filthy face, because I wasn't talking about Hermione" he snapped. Ron did just that.

"Sod off, Malfoy. The last thing we need you to do is soil the fun," said Harry. Draco just gave him a look that said, 'Die you disgusting rubbish!'"

"Malfoy, still reverting back to childish antics and name-calling?" said Hermione with a devious smile.

"Old habits are hard to break, what can I say?" replied Draco.

What the crap was going on? Where they actually flirting? Has the world gone mad?

"Talk to you later, Granger" he said with a smirk ready to turn around.

"Wait, you forgot a dance," Hermione said with a smile.

"Medical Bills," he whispered. Hermione ignored him and pulled him onto the dance floor.

"Harry?"

"Yeah Ron?"

"Something is not right here, I can feel it"

"Welcome to the club" he replied.

"Now put your hands-" Hermione started.

"I know where to put my hands" Draco interrupted.

"Good, just not on my breasts" she said as she started to lead.

"Not bad… for a beginner" she said after a few minutes with a grin that reflected Draco. The truth was that he was doing very well for a beginner. He had only tripped only a few times, of course hearing a few sniggers from Potter and Weasly. Also of course sending a death glare in return. Other beginners would of probably actually had medical bills.

"I feel so proud…" he joked.

"Why?" she laughed "So you're a good dancer, don't go macho on me"

"As tempting as that sounds, no, it's because I'm rubbing off on you" he said with a smirk.

"That you are, senor Malfoy" she replied, "But that's not something to exactly so proud about" she said. He was about to reply with something smart-assy but he was interrupted but something, red, ugly and filthy. No, not a baboon's ass, Weasly. Close guess though.

"May I have this dance," Weasly asked. Draco wanted to say, "No, now get the hell out of my sight," but Hermione would probably have a fit.

Draco just nodded at Hermione and left for another glass of wine. She was looking incredibly gorgeous and he couldn't even spend five damn seconds alone with her without those rundown wankers interrupting all the time. He sighed to himself. Gryffindors suck.

Hermione had just put on her frog pajamas. The ball had been quite lovely actually, except when Neville vomited all over his dance partner. Must have been nerves. Poor Neville. She looked at her reflection. She realized she had her first fight with Draco. Definitely not their FIRST fight, but first fight as a couple. She just hoped they went as quickly as they came. She was going to have to tell Harry and Ron. She hoped she was ready. She turned off her lamp and went to bed.

Draco was lying in bed. This ball sucked big time. Except whenLongbottom blew chunks on his dancing partner. It stunk, but it was very entertaining. "He won't be gettinglaid soon ," thought Draco. Hermione better tell Potter and Weasly, because he refuses to be hiding around like some frenzied mentally disabled kid on a sugar trip. He blew out his candle and went to sleep.

"Good morning guys" Hermione greeted as she sat down.

"Hey," Harry welcomed. Ron just waved his hand.

"I need to talk to you… in err… private tonight."

"Sounds serious, you okay?" asked Harry.

"Yeah," Hermione replied with a false smile.

"Today, we will be attempting to make "The Adversus" potion. This potion is a personality-altering potion. It will turn anyone into the complete opposites of their personality. It lasts for about five minutes. Let's hope your other sides aren't too mind-numbingly stupid, or obnoxious. If this potion goes wrong, it won't be terribly serious; you will have an itch similar to chickenpox for a few hours. The ingredients are on your desks and on pg. 690. For partners, pick anybody," ordered Snape.

"Guess it's me and you Malfoy" said Hermione starting to chop the bat wings.

"Yes, indeed" he began "So what do you think your other personality will be like?"

Hermione thought. "I'm not very sure, but probably really stupid and really whorey," she answered. Draco laughed.

"Good guess"

"What about you Mr. Malfoy?" she said lightheartedly.

"Probably, something like Weasly" he replied.

"You're joking right?"

"I'm joking if Neville didn't puke on the dance floor last night"

"You are unbelievable"

"Isn't it great?" he answered haughtily.

Ten minutes later, Snape got up from his desk and ordered everyone to take a sip from the potion they made. The liquid was a deep blue, and a foul smelling stuff. Hermione went first. After a few seconds, Hermione looked down at her uniform and started to unbutton the first three buttons and winked at some Gryffindor guy. She was right. Her other personality was going to be a slut. Everyone had taken the potion except him. If he was going to make an idiot of himself, he was going to make it last. The room was quiet. The silent was interrupted, by a high falsetto voice coming from Potter's mouth.

"I smell pussy…" the new Pothead said in a singsong voice.

"Potter control yourself!" shouted Snape.

"Sorry Snapple" he said with a maniacal grin.

"20 points from Gryffindor for foul language" he said with a sneer.

Just then Potter got up from his seat and started to sniff the air. His face landed right in Goony's lap. Draco tried to hard to restrain himself from laughing.

"Potter!" screamed Goony in a McGonagall like tone, "Restrain yourself and take your face from my lap!"

The room was in total chaos. Goony was as stuck up as the stick in McGonagall's ass. Potter was a pervert. Crabbe and Goyle were having an intellectual conversation about Einstein's theory of relativity. Hermione was a slut. Weasly was acting like Draco. Neville was acting like those gangsters from the states, with all their hoes and pimp canes and whatnot.

"Yo, greasy!" shouted Neville. "You need to check yo' self, homie. Ya know wat I'm sayin' dogg?"

"No I don't know what you are saying, Longbottom" replied Snape.

"Naaa…. See my new name is LB from da WEST SIDE!" said Neville making the west side symbol with his left hand.

Draco shrugged. Bottoms up.

A tingly feeling took over Draco's body. Then he heard a voice that sounded like Goofy.

Hello Partner!

Who in the bloody hell are you?

I'm your other half!

You have got to be kidding…

If my name isn't Billy Bob Johnny Johnson

You're a part of me?

Yerp,

Oh god. And I can't stop you?

Not for a good five minutes…

"Class, please restrain yourself!" Snape shouted.

"Oh please, this class is pathetic, I need a real man…" said Hermione licking her lips.

"That sound like dem fightin' words!" Draco said putting up his fists to Hermione.

"I'm a lover not a fighter," said Hermione said a giving suggestive wink. Draco's ears turned red.

"Well gosh, miss" Draco said blushing. Just then Weasly walked up to them.

"I pity you, really Malfoy, Hermione the mud-" Weasly stopped dead in his sentence. "Where am I?"

"The potion has worn off, you may return to your seats," said Snape relieved.

"Why do I have a craving for fried chicken and cabbage?" commented Neville.

"Harry, get out of my skirt!" shouted someone in the front.

"Oh! I'm really sorry Ginny!" apologized Prick-Boy.

"Oh my god, my blouse!" hollered Hermione re-buttoning her shirt.

Snape sat at his desk rubbing his head.

I wonder if he can turn the doorknob with so much grease on his hand from his hair…

"I am never doing that again," he mumbled, "Class Dismissed"

It was dinner, and only a few minutes till Hermione had to tell the the truth.

"Remember guys, after dinner, Gryffindor Common," reminded Hermione.

"Yeah, we remember," said Ron. "Ya know Hermione, I've been wondering something, you haven't been talking about Malfoy like you used to"

Hermione just stuck a fork in her roast beef.

"There's nothing going on right?" Harry said "You and Malfoy's are just friends right?" Hermione guiltily put her fork down and fiddled with her fingers. Harry and Ron got concerned. "Is there something we should know about?" Ron asked getting curious

"We'll talk about that later," she replied.

"There is! I knew it Harry! God! How could you be so stupid?" Ron shouted. People were beginning to look to see what the disturbance was about. "We will talk about this later," Hermione answered stiffly.

"No! We'll talk about this now! Ron shouted as he held her arm and stood up. "Is there something going on between you and Malfoy?" The whole hall went silent and everyone gasped.

"Hermione, is there something we should know?" asked Harry.

"Sit down," she answered, "People are beginning to stare!"

"Stop avoiding the question Hermione!" shouted Ron.

"It's really none of your business!" yelled Hermione. Everyone seemed to be watching this happen like a tennis game, where your eyes move back and forth…

"Yes it is!" Ron roared, "I knew it, you're just a dirty whore!" His comment echoed through the halls. Hermione was now crying. Wham. She slapped him. The hand mark on his cheek was as red as his hair.

"I was going to tell you after dinner!" she shouted. She grabbed her goblet filled with pumpkin juice and poured it on Ron. She ran out of the Great Hall, leaving a gaping Harry, Ron, Draco, Dumbledore and staff, and basically the whole dam school shocked.

Had they heard correctly? Malfoy and Granger together as a couple? They didn't think it was possible to use their names together without the words, "injury" or "death". And they thought it was going to be a boring year…

Harry and Ron soon ran after her. Draco soon followed them. As soon as they left, the Hall because buzzing with gossip.

Hermione was crying in the Astronomy tower. The sun was just about to kiss the horizon once again. How could Ron be so careless and embarrass her in front of the whole school like that? How could Harry just let him!

"This may have been the most self-absorbed thing you have done," Harry began. Hermione looked at him through her tears.

"Self-absorbed!" she shouted, "This is the only thing I've done for myself this year Harry!"

"Oh yeah? How is that?" shouted Harry.

"It's always about you Harry!" she yelled "You, and the war! I can never think about myself because it's always about you and Ron!"

"That is not true!"

"All the stuff I did for you, I don't even get the credit for, but I said nothing, because I think to myself and say that you deserve it!" she cried "The only thing I do for myself, and you're mad at me for it! I really care about Draco!"

"Yeah right, Hermione!" said Ron "It's not supposed to be this way!"

"Don't you dare tell me what things are supposed to be or not. You're not God!" she cried.

"God, I'm sick of even looking at you, Granger," said Ron maliciously.

"Granger?" she sobbed, "You've never called me that before"

"That was after, we were not friends" Ron said.

"You lied to us Hermione! Friends don't lie! Not about stuff like that!" Harry shouted, "I needed your support and you were too busy sneaking around with Malfoy!"

Hermione slid down from the Tower wall to the ground and she cried. Harry and Ron were about to leave Draco pushed them out of the way and aided to her side. She sobbed on his shoulder and pulled him closer. Draco gave them the dirtiest look he could muster. If looks could kill, Harry and Ron would have been road kill.

"C'mon Hermione," Draco said sympathetically helping her get up. Draco walked her through the door.

"Oh and Weasly?" he asked. Bam. Malfoy punched him in the nose. He was about to fall but Harry caught him.

"No one calls my girlfriend a whore," he stated.

A/n: This is my favorite freaking chapter! Youmight not like it, but I'm proud of my self. I told ya it was a long chapter. It was ten pages, so I guess its like two chapter combined into one. So what happens next? –Shrugs- I don't know either.