Disclaimer: I am NOT JK Rowling for God's sake!!!! I don't own Harry Potter!

AN: Oooo! Everybody else hear about the 5th book coming out on June 21st? Yay! I'm thinking about getting a bunch of my friends together to spend the night outside of our bookstore (just like they did in London!). Yeah, if I can get permission from the people. ^_^

AN: Hehe! Sorry! I don't know anything about diving, so when I'm talking about Hermione's dives, don't blame me if I don't call it by its actual name! ^_^ I don't like sports; I'm more of an academic person!



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Though Draco was civil while they were squaredancing, he seemed to go straight back to his old self after they stopped.

When they were allowed to get out of their assigned spots, all of the Slytherins, including Draco went to go join the other, "Damn Slythershits," as Hannah muttered after them.

There was a quiet chuckle behind them and when they turned, they saw Professor Weasley behind them with a smile on her face.

"Though I find it extremely hilarious, and I'll probably use that phrase sometime in the future, I'll still have to take 5 points from Hufflepuff," she said quietly.

Continuing, even more quietly, she whispered, "But I'll also give you 10 points for creativity." Her eyes twinkling, she moved on, with everyone who had heard her staring after her.

Meanwhile, Draco was standing beside Crabbe and Goyle over by the rest of the Slytherins. He was trying to hold a conversation with Pansy, but Lord knows how hard it was to carry on an intelligent conversation with her! Then, there was also the fact that every few seconds, his head turned, not a noticeable amount, but enough to have a certain bushy haired Gryffindor in his line of vision.

He was chiding himself about getting too close to a Mudblood when a glorious thought popped in his head.

He was SUPPOSED to get close to the Mudblood. And he'd actually had her, too. For just a few minutes, he had actually had her in the palm of his hand!

But then, he'd gone and ruined it. Well shit! Father was going to beat his ass for this!

But he still had the charm, didn't he? He could win her back! After all, if Pansy was in true love with him, surely he could win over a little Mudblood for his father's plan.

His father's plan. It hit him just like an anvil hits Wile E. Coyote (I'm so sorry for ruining a serious part! I couldn't help it!). Shit! If he got Hermione, it'd be for his father. And then, well. He didn't even want to think about that.

Wait? Since when did he start calling her Hermione? The only time he'd ever called her by her first name was last night, in the Swimming Pool. Last night. Ha! Yeah, he'd definitely be able to get her. Well, father, it looks like you get your little prize this time!



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Fred and George Weasley sat in the 3rd row of their cousin's DADA classroom. Some people might assume that ANYONE would be polite and attentive in their cousin's class. However, anyone who thought that, obviously did NOT know the Weasley twins.

Normally, Shaylee Weasley would be in on their fun, whispering ideas for them to use in their latest troublemaking plots.

However, largely due to the fact that she was in front of the classroom talking about Kelpies (OK, I know 7th yrs would NOT be studying Kelpies, but give me a break!), she seemed to have absolutely no idea that instead of taking notes, the twins were PASSING notes under their desk.

Of course, it just SEEMED that she had no idea. She paused a moment to look at her notes. She then looked up and said, "I feel left out, Gred and Forge. 5 points from Gryffindor for plotting havoc without me."



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Hermione guiltily looked down the corridor and saw no one coming. It was after classes yet before dinner, and she was going to the pool yet again. And she was, again, alone.

As she changed into her bathing suit, she didn't even think that a certain someone might be there already. She hadn't thought of that certain someone ever since he had acted like a jerk in PE earlier that day.

However, there our dear little Mr. Malfoy was, swimming laps, when she walked in. He didn't appear to notice her presence, as he didn't look up and kept swimming.

She tossed her towel on the bench and walked, her arms folded, halfway down the longside of the pool. "Do you come here every night or what?" she asked, startling him.

He looked up and as soon as he realized who it was, he said, "Yeah. And you?" He was smiling at her friendlier than he ever had. Hermione stiffened.

"OK, Malfoy. What the hell is your problem?"

"Uhhhh. Wha?"

"You used to be a two headed jackass, and now, ever since we met here the other day, you've been civil! But not in front of your. your." Hermione sputtered, then spit out, "fellow Slythershits!"

Draco stared at her, and at first she thought she'd hit a nerve. But then he seemed to be thinking. "That's quite clever, you know." Hermione gaped at him, then threw her hands in the air.

"I give up, alright! I don't know if you're crazy; I don't know if you get stoned every morning! I don't know if you're possessed! All I know is that SOMETHING has you wierded out and that I'M not going to worry about it because it's YOUR problem!"

Hermione turned on her heel and walked away while saying, "Now, if you don't, or DO mind, I am going to practice my diving!"

Draco, a little wary at Hermione's previous speech, perked up at this statement, and said, "Hey! I'll judge!"

He did the backstroke to a few yards back, noticing her stubborn silence, but making no remark about it.

He watched as she touched her toes and got ready for her dive. He was getting pretty bored from watching her stretch when his mouth popped open and a loud, "WOAH!!" came out.

Hermione had just done one of the dives that had won her last competition; it was one that was very complicated that her old Swimming Instructor had taught her last Summer. It had always managed to dazzle judges, and it hadn't failed her here either.

She surfaced on the water to Draco's enthusiastic applause. Blushing, she ignored it and started to swim back to the diving board.

"Hold on! That was a 10!" Draco's voice cut through the silence. "You haven't claimed your prize yet!"

Hermione looked back and shook her head at his stupidity. 'If he wants to be friendly, I'll just have to cure him of that.'

She went underwater to swim towards him. As she got close, she reached out and pulled his leg out from under him, causing him to fall underwater unexpectedly.

It was a few seconds before he surfaced, coughing. Looking at her grinning face he said, trying to hide a grin of his own, "So, after saving me the other day, you're now trying to drown me."

Joining in the little game, Hermione taunted back, "Yep! Now what's this about a prize?" Hermione taunted.

"Hmmm." Draco pretended to be thinking. "I think that you deserve a good ol' dunking." Hermione smirked, not intimidated at the least.

"You know what happens when you put me underwater, Malfoy." She looked up to tauntingly meet his eyes.

When their eyes did meet, they were both hit by an unbelievable surge of electricity.

Hermione blinked, surprised, and though Draco didn't flinch, or even blink, Hermione could feel the shock radiating off of him.

This feeling caused the already uncomfortable Hermione to become very VERY aware of exactly how close their faces were.

What happened next was not chosen by either Hermione OR Draco. It was like an exceedingly powerful magnet was pulling them together. (Hence the title of the chappy! ^_~)

Their lips met for only a short moment, then Hermione wrenched herself away, staring at Draco with disgust.

Not wasting any time, Hermione raced out of the pool, Draco calling after her. She grabbed her towel and rushed to the door, slamming it on the voice of Draco Malfoy.



Dun Dun Duuuuuuuuuuunnnnnn.... Um, yeah, R/R please! I'll only post the next chappy if I get 5 reviews (well, or if the reviews I DO get are so nice that I can't help but post.) Oh, and sorry it was soooooooooo friggen short! I wrote this story this summer, and it wasn't exactly a priority (like it is now, of course! ^_^)

Anywho, thanks to:

Lil-spitfire: Thanks! And shhhhhhhh! Don't let anyone else kno!!!!!! ^_^ Oh, that's be funny. I just HAFTA have her slap Ron sometime in this ficcy. Hehe.. Yeah.

KEL-71E: Hehe. Yeah, ummmm. Yeah, the guy DOES have a brother, but he lives in Indiana in the US, and ummm.. Well, he's kinda in Kindergarten! ^_^ Oh and, yeah, that's why I put the dancing in. We did line dancing and square dancing in my PE class last year. That was soooo fun! Thanks for reviewing!