A/N- So um. Yeah. It has taken me a billion years, and I have no valid excuse whatsoever. I've had this written out for at least two months, I just haven't gotten around to typing it. Still, here's the final chappie! Y'all should be proud of me. This is the first multi-chaptered fic I think I've ever completed. Claps for Silver. Anywhoozle, enjoy!

Disclaimer- If I owned Harry Potter, probably only half of the first chapter would actually exist. Since there's significantly more of it than that, you can safely assume that it's not mine.

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-Fearless-

-Chapter V-

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'What is this supposed to be?' Hermione shoved the slip of parchment angrily in Malfoy's face. She had cornered him in the corridor just before Potions class was to begin, and she was intent on making him spill.

'Temper, temper, my queen.' He took the offending scrap and turned it in his hands, pretending to study it intently. 'It looks to me to be a slip of parchment,' he said finally, handing it back to Hermione.

'I know what it is, I want to know what it means!'

'Why my lady! All this time I thought you could read. Or is my handwriting really that illegible?'

'Ha! Then you admit you wrote it!' Hermione waved the slip triumphantly and Malfoy backed up against the wall to avoid getting a paper cut on his nose.

'Of course. Why would I deny it?'

'B-Because it's incriminating evidence!' The Gryffindor looked perplexed.

'Do you think I would have written it if I didn't want it seen?'

Silence. Malfoy smirked.

'Well, you could at least explain yourself!' Hermione shot at him after a long pause.

'Explain myself to you? Well, I never thought of that. Give me a good reason why I should.'

'Because I'm royalty,' Hermione said with a surprisingly Slytherin smirk.

'Touche, Granger. Touche.'

'Look, let's be reasonable.' The so-called brightest witch of her age decided to try a calmer approach. 'First you insult me, tell me I'm afraid of life, and question the very validity of my existence. Then you write this note, obviously implying something, though I'm not entirely sure what. I think I'm perfectly justified in asking you to explain the meaning of it, after you've antagonized me so relentlessly.'

'I shall stop your mouth,' Draco interjected contemplatively.

'I- What?'

'Shut up.'

'How dare you- mmbft!'

The kiss was sloppy, and a little uncertain, but passionate nonetheless. It took Hermione several moments to register what was happening, but when she did she pulled back abruptly and swung her book bag vehemently at Draco. He was nearly bowled over by the impact, and Hermione congratulated herself silently for her prowess.

'For future reference, Malfoy, it's polite to ask someone before you molest their mouth.'

'My most humble apologies, you majesty. It won't happen again.'

Hermione nodded, apparently satisfied, and then, after a moment's pause, smacked him across the face.

'What the- What was that for?'

'Must I spell everything out for you? You're supposed to kiss me again, you jerk.'

Hermione grinned to herself as the Slytherin's mouth came crashing down on hers again. How's that for afraid, Mal-ferret?

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A/N- Well, there you go! 'Tis done! Review and make me love you (more)!

-SMs-