A/N: I am so so so so so so so so so sorry you guys!!!! I know I haven't written in like…ever. I swear, not my fault! I was banned from the computer/Sweatdrops/ actually, I still am, lol…so! On with the story! If I have any readers left… XD I was listening to 'Mr.Roboto' by Styx, if anyone cares, so, lol, that may explain things, I dunno… (oh, normal words, 'normal thoughts', telepathy,and 'thoughts made by the crazy little voices'

Hermione yawned. She was tired.

'Make that dead tired.' She thought as she approached the tapestry for the Head Common Room. "Slythindor" she muttered, not even having to think about it. The tapestry swished back as always. The first time it had been grand, now it just took too long.

When it finally did though, she was taken by surprise.

"Professor Dumbledore, Sir? Um, why are you in here?" she asked.

"Because, Ms. Granger, as I was just telling young Mr. Malfoy here, I need the two of you to complete your first Head Boy and Girl duty." The Professor said, eyes twinkling in a way that made Hermione wonder what the hell he had up his purple star-spangled sleeve.

When she said nothing, he continued. "I have decided, and I will need you and Mr. Malfoy's help organizing it, that as a bit of a mutual muggle studies for every student in every year, we will have lessons, lessons on a most wonderful muggle object I've recently acquired into my office."

She and Malfoy exchanged a look, one that clearly said 'I think Dumbledore has gone bonkers.'

However the headmaster didn't see it, thankfully. Wondering if he was talking about something ridiculous, which he probably was, she cleared her throat at the beaming Headmaster, and asked with some dread, "And what is this object Professor?"

Beaming brightly, the Headmaster actually did a little excited jump and said, "Why a trampoline of course! TRAMPOLINE LESSONS!!!"

All Hermione and Draco could do was stare. 'He's gone and lost his fucking marbles…' was the general blank line of Draco's thoughts, while Hermione's were more along the 'Who in the hell needs lessons on bouncing? It's just…bouncing…' path.

Not noticing, or choosing to ignore, their dumbfoundedness, Dumbledore continued. "You may think this is rather foolish," (behind his back Draco nodded abruptly) "or perhaps even unnecessary," (Hermione barely kept herself from saying anything) "but I have always wanted Hogwarts to have some sort of a Gym class. Admittedly, this is not the same, but then I think it shall be rather enjoyable!"

"………………….."

"……………………"

All Malfoy and Hermione could do was gape at their professor in horror. 'I thought I was finally away from gym by coming to a magic school…' whimpered Hermione in her mind.

Malfoy was the first one to actually say anything aloud. "Professor," he sneered, "I may be Head Boy but there is no way short of a few dragons that you're gonna get me to do a muggle thing."

Unfortunately for him, he didn't choose the most convincing words.

Dumbledore, without missing a beat, said, "You breathe, so do muggles. One week from now I'll see you both in my office where you will tell me ideas you have come up with, and we shall talk further. The lessons shall begin sometime after the Winter Holidays. Good Night."

And before they could blink he was gone.

For a moment something flashed across Draco's face, too fast for her to decipher what it was.

"Malfoy?" she asked uncertainly, staring at him. But her voice seemed to bring him out of his trance, and the sneer came right back.

"Stop drooling mudblood." he said on reflex. "I know you can't resist me, but I had my shoes cleaned this morning."

Smirking at the now infuriated Hermione, he gave her a little wave as he sauntered off to his bed.

But in his head, he was still confused. -Ugh, I don't even WANT to think about any of this... ... anything with... ... with her. ... She's the exact opposite of me. ... There just have to be lines you don't cross... ... '

Hermione was angry. And, hurt? Yes, hurt.

She knew he was only doing it to get on her nerves, and probably to make her forget whatever had been on his face for an instant. 'Well, just you wait Malfoy. I'm not going to forget, and if I can do anything about it neither will you,' she thought determindedly.

Next Day:

Chatter filled the Great Hall as students ate.

With annoyance, Hermione noticed that despite that schedules had already been passed out, and breakfast would be over in ten minutes, Ron and Harry still hadn't showed up. 'Those two!! They can't have gotten lost on the way, even Neville isn't that thick… Probably overslept. Ugh, BOYS!! They can't be trusted with ANYTHING!'

In her heart, Hermione tried not to worry about the two. They had been gone a lot lately. In fact, she couldn't remember when last she had seen them...

Unfortunately for the people who would attempt to speak with her this day, Hermione was still fuming over the night before. Staying up all night thinking about it had only made her crabbier, and her annoyance had tripled into full-blown anger.

Stealing a glance over at the Slytherin Table, she saw they were all laughing uproariously. It was silly, but for a moment she couldn't help worrying that they were laughing over what Draco had said the night before…

'...WAIT A HOT MINUTE! DRACO! Since WHEN do I call him THAT?!!! Grr, c'mon Hermione, it's Malfoy, evil ferret git, not Draco…'

She winced at the building pressure in the low middle of her forehead. It was probably from all the shouting she had been doing at herself ever since term began.

'Great, just what I need', she thought moodily, 'a damn headache. And it's only the second day of lessons too...'

But then she saw something that rather got her mind off of her headache.

'Oh…my…Goddess…' Hermione thought.

About 30 yards ahead of her, Draco and Rhea were in each other's embrace, kissing like there was no tommorow.

A/N: I hate to leave you such a "say what?!" cliffy, but I couldn't let it go past this point yet, which is why it's pretty short. Sowwwy…