It had taken until Monday before Draco Malfoy could even so much as catch a private glimpse (okay, not that sort of private) of Hermione Granger. "Tommorrow, an hour before your rounds," He'd hissed at her, as he "accidentally" shoved past her. As his mate Zambini clapped a congratulatory hand on his shoulder, Draco saw that Hermione had wide eyes. Good, she'd heard.

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Tuesday! It was Tuesday! Hermione rose with the dawn, despite knowing that was going to make the waiting longer. It was alright, she thought, so long as she didn't miss him - tonight. She'd certainly miss him enough the whole day. And that celtic knot! That had to be the most awesomest gift she'd ever been given - and her gifts weren't always Weasley sweaters, thank you very much! At that thought, she frowned. Had she been expected to give a thank you gift to Boot in third year? She'd just sent a thank you letter...

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Draco Malfoy woke uncharacteristically late on Tuesday, wanting a bit of a lie in as he thought, anticipated really, what was coming later tonight.

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They met with a kiss, and Draco Malfoy did not take long to insist that he'd rather they spend the entire time kissing... and other things. From the blush on her cheeks, Hermione felt the same way.

Eventually (about twenty minutes of snogging later, by which time they were thoroughly mussed in a way that would be counted as Properly Indecent if a prefect were to see them), they pulled apart to breathe.

"We do need to talk." They said, together. And blushed, together.

"How did you even manage to find out about the engagement, anyway?" Draco Malfoy asked, a question that had been turning over in his head for simply ages now.

Hermione stopped, blinked, and then looked at him. "I had gotten into another fight with Ronald Weasley. You needn't worry that our engagement got in the way of that relationship - although it did." By this point, Draco was smirking and Hermione had her hands balled up into fists, "Because I do realize that it wouldn't have worked out, long term."

"Anyway," Hermione said stiffly, "All the shouting had woken up the adults in the house, and Snape told me that I could do better than Ron Weasley..."

Malfoy smirked, said smugly, "Yeah, that does sound like ol' Snape..."

"And then," Hermione said softly, "He said I already had."

"Wait -" Draco's eyes seemed to be seeing if they could turn black, his pupils had gotten so wide. "Snape knew-?" Draco looked even more baffled, as he ran past everything they'd said in the past two minutes, "What were you doing in a house with Ronald Weasley and Severus Snape?"

Hermione had, quite belatedly, put her hand over her mouth. It seemed Draco had just realized the same thing that Hermione did. "At the bar-" Hermione whispered.

"That was Snape." Draco Malfoy said, in a coldly cruel voice. He smiled, that dashing roguish grin, and looked at Hermione, "You take the Slytherin way this time. I'll handle the Gryffindor." And Draco Malfoy was out dashing like a bullet, or a spell on the wing.

Hermione took one look out the door at Draco's receding backside, and then settled back to come up with a plan.

[a/n: Let's just say that neither of these fine students is happy at someone deliberately not telling them a few more details.

To be fair, Snape's been laughing about them this entire year. He deserves what he gets, no doubt about it.

Leave a review? Also looking for suggestions on what Hermione might do to Snape.]