After some serious training, where you lifted weights that weighed as much as you, and you felt like the incredible hulk while doing it, minus the green factor, its time for a break. You have never worked out this hard a day in your life, but that could also be the fact that up until now, you never really worked out anyways. After lifting the weights for a good half an hour, until your arms started to feel like jelly, you stopped, and went over to the magical treadmill sort of machine. Only this treadmill is different, it simulates the outdoors, so you have to be careful, you already fell into one of the potholes this week. You keep moving along, and are working so hard that you don't even notice when Ron happened to come into the room, and start to work on the machine next to you.

You know that he is only using that machine because it is the closest one to you, for you are completely sure that Ron doesn't care about his butt muscles being firm and toned. Hell, you don't even care about your butt being firm and toned. You fight the urge to look at him, because you know that in doing that it will definitely lead to nothing good. It would probably only lead to you throwing yourself over the side of the treadmill, and then lunging at Ron before trying to scratch his eyes out, and a nice trip to azkaban definitely was not on your agenda this morning when you woke up. Instead you just continue to go on ignoring him, and you think that this could work, I mean you would only have to do it for about a hundred years more, since you hate Ron, and are determined to never talk to him as long as you live.

He starts to say something to you, like I'm sorry again or whatever, and what do you do? Listen? Talk back? Nah, that would be almost civilized, instead you pull out your ipod, and crank the volume up as high as it goes, even though you think that you certainly blew both of your eardrums, and that any minute your ears were going to start to bleed, it didn't matter, because the loud music is drowning him out. Successfully too, for the moment.

In attempt to keep the bitch mode going, you turn to Ron and mouth the gesture of I can't hear you. And then turn back to continue running, but before you know what fully happened you fall. God damn tree root. You just cant look like you know what you are doing for once can you? You silently curse yourself for being a pathetic moron, before brushing off Ron who is now trying to help you up, and get up, and continue to run. Even though you feel like your legs will be falling off at any moment. But hell, this isn't about you or how your legs feel, its about making Ron upset, and aggravated. You silently vow that for every ounce of stupidity in Rons head, you will double it, and make that into how much you hate him, and then you realized that you would have to hate him a lot more than any one person could possibly be able to hate someone.

When you are done, you step off of the treadmill, and turn when you hear a certain small Weasley yell something at you, which sounded a lot like way to go grace. You turn and continue to walk, because you surely have seen Ginny do some far stupider things in your time. Not that she would ever admit to her own grace, or lack there of. You need a water, your dieing, and frankly you could use a refreshing water to quench your thirst, as lame as it sounds, its true, and you know it. You come to the lunch room, which isn't very large, but its still big enough to fit the important people who need to train, like yourself.

You go and grab a complementary water. In complementary, you think that they mean, hey have a water, after all you are going to go and sacrifice yourself for us, so the least we can do is give you a cheap dollar water. Thanks, and have a nice day. You laugh at the thought, even though it really isn't funny, but lately you have been in a cynical mood, so even the most depressing things make you giggle slightly. Your standing there with your water in your hand and laughing to yourself, and you probably look like the biggest idiot on the face of the earth, that is if anybody has even noticed that you are laughing to your water.

You turn around, and see that the people there are too consumed in theirselves rather than watching you as you made a fool out of yourself once again. You see a table that you would enjoy sitting at so you go and pull out the chair and sit down to see the friendly faces all smiling back at you. You wonder why the hell they are all so damn perky, with the war coming, surely they knew that. But you don't care, you push it out of your mind and look around you. Sitting at that table is Pavarti, Padma, Luna, Ginny, and Harry. You suddenly feel sympathy towards Harry who has to sit through all of this girl talk, just because he 'secretly' fancies ginny. Yeah secretly your ass. You all start talking in a light airy conversation, when all of a sudden all of their faces droop, and they all look at you to see your reaction, but the only thing that they see is you staring at them confused as to why they are all looking at you like that.

You turn around to see your two favorite people in the world at that particular moment standing directly behind you. But you just turn back around and continue to eat, like them being out together doesn't bother you in the slightest, and it doesn't, really it doesn't. So naturally when they ask to pull up a chair, you smile and say that nothing in the world would give you more pleasure, although that's a lie, right now you could go for a rather large, if not bottle of fire whisky, but you don't tell them that, they might try to tell you that drinking wont solve your problems. Yeah that's what they would do, so you just keep that fake smile plastered on your face, as long as it takes to make them think that you are all cool with the fact that they are probably together right at this very moment, and flaunting it in front of you like no ones business. But you could do that too, now all you need to do is find someone to be with. Not as easy as it sounds, but you decide when the only boys that you see in here are Harry, Ron (who is definitely not an option), Seamus, Dean, and Neville. Nope, nothing, oh well at least you can say that you tried right?

"Alright girls, and Harry" you say deliberately even though Ron is sitting there and is not a girl, you know this for a fact. "I have to continue on with my lessons. I will be sure to catch up with you later, well most of you that is." And with your pride and dignity still attached, you throw away your garbage and walk away, looking back to the table. Although in that moment that you looked back, you walk into someone, who you might say has been doing their crunches. Damn you think.

You sit up and look to see the most unlikely person that you would ever think of seeing in a good side training facility. Draco Malfoy. The one and only, and now you are intrigued. And you notice that his eyes, the steely gray-blue shade that they are, aren't their normal look of hatred and superiority that they usually hold. No instead now you see sympathy, and caring, two things up until this point you didn't know that Malfoy knew the meaning of.

You open your mouth to say something clever and witty, but before you can he says something that you are glad that you are on the ground and couldn't fall over any more. No, you think, he definitely did not just say that. I'm sorry, that's what you heard, loud and clear. You stutter in a response, before he offers a helping hand down to you, which you accept, even though you are a bit skeptical.

"You…your not…wow." Was what you said at first, and you can see that he is not surprised by your course of action.

"Right, I'm not the evil little prat that everyone thought I was. Sure I am rich, good looking, and charming, but no I am nothing like my father. My mother raised me, not him, and being like him would surely put courage to the Malfoy name, but it is not something that I want to do." He said, without thought. Like he had said this so many times.

"But when did you join our side? I mean you are on our side…right?" you ask, not sure that you want to know the answer.

"Yes, obviously I am on your side, and I decided that it was time to do the right thing for once in my life, with out my fathers approval, or lack there of. When he was sent to Azkaban, that gave me some time to think, and be by myself. Choose a plan of action, a course that I would have to live by. So I did the logical thing, and put it down on the papers, the pros and the cons, and they both had their good sides and bads, but in the end the choice was clear." Your impressed and you are sure that it is showing on your face, you mean that this just cant be the same Malfoy that you went to school with no way. Oh wait, whats that, yep, definitely. Hell just froze over.

"Oh, wow, that's a lot to take in. So no rude remark as to watch where I am going, because I am a filthy mudblood, and any contact with me is sure to stain your perfectly pressed robes?" You say clearly interested in this sudden change of heart.

"Well, I didn't think that it would be a good thing to say, seeing as you have your wand in your pocket, and I have nothing but my charm and good looks. Plus, I'm not wearing robes." He says, and you being the immature four year old that you are, you blush. Then you look to see what he is wearing, and it turns out that you could get used to this side of Draco. The one in the wife beater tank top, and those button down pant things.

"Like what you see Granger?" He says. Yeah, way to go me, you think, he just caught you checking him out, and it couldn't be more awkward if you tried.

Before you have the chance to think of something clever, Ron comes running over to your aid, even though you don't need any help, especially not his. You're not incompetent, you can take care of yourself, thank you very much.

"What are you doing here Malfoy, trying to get information. Well here is a clue, get the hell out of here, and stay away from my girlfriend." He still doesn't get the point, which makes you laugh, while you hang your head and shake it, before clearing your throat. There is no way you are not going to put your two cents in.

"Ronald, Ronald, Ronald. First of all, I am a big girl and am very capable of taking care of myself." You start before you get cut off by Malfoy.

"Yeah, like the time you punched me in the face in our third year, brilliant, but not at the time of course."

"I don't need your help right now, but thank you anways. Secondly, what type of girlfriend would I be to let you get away with kissing Lavender, and then welcome you with open arms. I can see that us dating in the first place was a mistake. I think that if you haven't gotten the picture that we are over, then you need to open your eyes. I would much rather have you as a friend than I would a boyfriend. Oh how cute, Lavender wants her won-won back." You say with mock admiration. Ok, you know that was a little harsh, but you need to let him know that you two are over, and that he messed up with you in a big way.

He looks hurt but then he says something that knocks you off guard. "Yeah, your right. We shouldn't have gone out. And in answer to your question of what type of girlfriend you would be if you did that, the answer is a good one. One that trusts her boyfriend." Ouch. That stings.

"Trust is to be earned Ronald, not given out like candy at Halloween. So far, you have done nothing but disregard the trust that I tried to give you." Ok, so this is getting a little heavy, and you need to let this all out. Malfoy must be enjoying the fact that you two are locking horns at the minute.

BINGO. You know the answer to your problem. You quickly make up your mind and do what you never thought that you would do, except in your dreams, or nightmares you cant decide which, and turn to Malfoy before laying on a full fledged kiss. Tongue included.

Well, you definitely had the surprise factor, you feel malfoy stumble back a little before regaining his composure, and accepting the kiss. You can feel Ron's eyes staring holes through the two of you, but you don't much care, you are too involved in this kiss now to care. Surprisingly, you think that malfoy is on your side, either that or he is just plain horny. Which ever works, you don't much care right now.

Wow, you think to yourself, is this what I have been missing out on all these years? Oh well, cant dwell on the past, the only thing you can do Hermione is to make up for lost time. Which is no problem to you, I mean this is the best kiss you have ever had. And he tastes just as good as he smells. I mean sure you have kissed a couple of guys, but never like this.

First you kissed Viktor, but that was different, first of all it was your first kiss, and second of all it didn't involve the use of tongue, and you are sure if it had you would have drowned. To be quite frank.

Second you kissed Harry, but that is hush hush. Not that it was anything spectacular, it was a heat of the moment type of thing that only led to awkward silence for the next couple of days, and even though you wouldn't mind kissing him again, it would be totally out of the question. Right? Yeah, it would, after all Ginny's got him wrapped around her little finger.

Then you kissed Ron, and the first kiss was horrible. Innocent and cute, but absolutely horrible. He didn't have any idea of what he was doing, and then he compared you to Lavender afterwards. That bastard, you should have known then that it wouldn't work out when he compared you to his first girlfriend. Unfortunately, with a little help, those kisses really didn't get much better, they only got hungrier, which made you think maybe he doesn't want to be with me, he only wants to be with me. If that made sense.

Then there was, well is, Draco. Wait, no Malfoy, well what the hell, you have your tongue in his mouth, so it might as well be Draco from now on. Anyways, his kiss is, dare you say it, amazing. There is no other way that you can possibly describe it, amazing is just barely good enough. But, back to the current situation.

You find your hands that were once down at your sides are now traveling up his muscular chest, and then they find their resting place around his neck. You decide that maybe Quitdich isn't such a bad thing after all. But sooner or later you two will have to break this kiss, and to your dismay it is sooner rather than later.

You pull away completely shocked that you, Hermoine Jane Granger, never-does-anything-wrong-on-purpose, always predictable, and reliable, just kissed Draco Malfoy, who has been enemy number one since your first days at Hogwarts, but what is even better is the fact that you enjoyed it. A lot. More than a lot. So much in fact that you forgot why you even started kissing him, until you hear Ron cough, signaling that he is still there.

Damn you Ron. Draco releases his grip on your waist, winks at you, while you take your arms back from around his neck. You can definitely see how he had gotten the reputation that he had, because you feel a lust derive within you that you were completely sure that wasn't there a minute ago. But right now you have to piss Ron off more than you have already. But you cant focus on him, the only thing that you can do is picture Draco pushing you up against a wall, and kissing you again, with his hands finding their way to the hem of your shirt…

Damn, this is not working. You have nothing to say to Ron, and you have nothing to say to Draco, but rather something else that involves him in mind, so you throw a look at Ron that says yeah I really just did that and I liked it better than anything I have ever done with you, so sod off. Kind of look. Then glancing back at Draco and biting your bottom lip, therefore signaling to him that you would definitely be alright with a little more of that.

You walk away, knowing that Harry is coming over to settle down Ron, and you look back at him, and you think you see Harry wink at you, and give you the you got him good nod. You finally feel happy now, but not because you made Ron miserable. More because now you can go and cross 'kissing Draco Malfoy' off of your list of things you would never do in your lifetime. Leaving the list, well…empty.

But before you can get very far you hear footsteps coming up behind you, and feel a hand on your lower back.