A/N: Ok, now I know I haven't updated in a long, sorry, very long time. I did write this chapter two months ago, but when I e-mailed it to my mate to beta it, the last page got screwed up and we kind of forgot about it until last week. Any who, here is the next chapter…I've forgotten what number chapter this is…oh well, I'm very sure I'll remember sooner or later. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: It's mine!!

Harry: No, it's mine!!

Ron: You're all bloody wrong, it's mine!!

Draco: Shut up, it's mine!!

Hermione: No, it's JK Rowling's. If you want proof, check the front of all the books.

Harry, Ron, Draco and me: Yes Hermione…

Me: But the plot's mine…

Ron: No, it's mine!

Hermione: (rolls eyes) here we go again…

Can't Believe That Happened

I couldn't take it anymore. I knew she immensely enjoyed seeing me panic. It was almost like an accidental game of Cat and Mouse; if I tried to hide, she'd just "stumble" upon me.

Like one time, she had come into the attic to inform me that it was dinner time and I almost said "I love you." Instead, I caught my self in time and said, "I love your shirt." I must have sounded so gay.

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It was late at night I had come downstairs to get something I left behind. When I walked into the living room, I saw her sitting on the couch, reading. Her eyes were scanning the page at a furious pace, and she was chewing her lip, absorbed into the book; it was a beautiful sight.

Then, I did the stupidest thing ever; I sighed. Dreamily.

Just rewind for a second here – I sighed dreamily? Malfoys. Don't. Sigh.

She looked up with a perplexed look on her face, which then changed to a 'you-are-such-an-idiot' look. And I couldn't blame her; I probably did look like such an idiot.

"Malfoy, did you just sigh?" She asked.

"Oh God I love you."

Instantly she froze, "What was that?" She asked.

'Oh crap, I said it out loud again.' I thought.

"Uuuhhh…I uuuhhh… I love…Yew." I replied.

"Yew?" She questioned.

I grinned nervously.

"Yeah, this table is made of Yew right? I just love it so much. The smell, the texture, the look… Don't you?" I must have sounded like the biggest dope ever, but that was all I could come up with.

She laughed; so hard in fact, that her book fell from her lap, and she almost toppled off the couch.

When she had regained her composure she said, "Yeah, sure Malfoy. Whatever. And for your information, I'm pretty sure the table is made of Pine, not Yew."

Bloody hell, I must have gone redder than Weasley's hair.

"Uumm…ok…I'll just go back up to my room. I mean the attic, which is where I sleep…but you already know that…so; I'm going to go…" I was stumbling through my words from embarrassment.

And with that, I sprinted up the stairs.

When I reached the attic, I dropped onto the bed. I was beating myself up for being such an idiot.

'If only my stupid mouth would keep shut and only open when needed, then none of this would be happening.' I thought.

I lay trying to think of a way to make my mouth obey me, until sleep slowly took over.

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When I woke up, I screamed. Weasley was standing in the doorway with an evil, outraged look on his face.

"What the hell are you doing Weasley!? Are you trying to make me die of shock or something?!" I yelled.

He stalked forward, "That is a very tempting idea ferret, but I'm going to kill you in a different way."

In a flash he lunged at me; his hands going straight for my neck. Luckily, I managed to grab his wrists and shove him off the bed with my feet.

"What the hell did I do!?" I demanded an answer.

He stood up and rubbed the shoulder he landed on. "Hermione and Ginny were whispering, and I just happened to overhear a bit of what they were talking about." He said.

"Who's Ginny?" I asked.

Weasley looked offended, "She's my bloody sister!" He shouted.

"Oh her! Right! Uuhh…what did you hear?" I questioned.

"Hermione said that you said you love her!!" He growled. "You can't love her though!"

I raised an eyebrow, "And why is that Weasley?"

His face straight away turned the same colour as his hair; all the way to the tips of his ears. "Be-because…because…well, you don't have to know!" he snapped.

I laughed, "Whatever Weasley. Just leave me alone. I didn't do anything."

He narrowed his eyes and gave me a venomous glare, "Whatever you did, or are planning to do, I will find out." And with that, he stamped out of the attic.

I released the breath I didn't know I was holding in and started getting ready for breakfast.

When I sat down at the table, I stopped for a moment to just take a look at everyone around me.

Hermione and Weaslette (what was her name again?) were whispering and giggling and Weasley was muttering obscenities under his breath while stabbing his sausage. Potter was looking at him with a tired and confused look on his face while all the adults were talking about God knows what.

I looked down at my food and thought 'Oh man, a new day. I wonder what stupid thing I'm going to do today.'

Well, that's it for today folks; I hope you liked my mediocre comedy.

Oh yeah, for all those Mary-Sue haters or those people that just like to poke fun at Mary-Sues, my best friend and I have a joint account and we're currently working on a story called 'Fanfiction: A Suethor's Story'. We are called musicqueens and no, I'm not shamelessly promoting our story…but you know you want to read it…