I probably would have put this chapter up sooner, but I think the email alerts were down again, so I decided to wait until they were up and running before posting another chapter, just to ensure that chapter one got as many reviews as possible. Seriously guys, review! Even if you don't like it terribly well or whatever, it's just a nice thing to do. If an author goes through the trouble of writing something for you to read, it's just courteous to leave a review.

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Draco watched the short scene play out between Hermione and Ron, and when he saw Ron winding his hand in Hermione's hair, he felt incensed that the red-head would dare touch his girlfriend. However, he had to keep his cool in public, despite his overwhelming urge to punch Ron's lights out. He was relieved to see Hermione quickly brush Weasley's hand out of her hair.

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After her close encounter of the Weasley kind, Hermione was careful to keep Ron at arm's length, so to speak. Walking through the corridors, sitting on a couch in the common room, or even studying in the library she made sure to keep Harry between them. She knew they had both noticed a change, but until she could figure out a way to tell them that she and Draco were dating, Harry and Ron would have to remain in the dark.

As she was sitting in the common room that evening attempting to think of ways to tell Harry and Ron about this new development, Hermione was startled by a knocking at the window behind her. She turned to see a large black owl with luminous green eyes staring at her with a note tied to his leg.

Hermione jumped up and opened the window and the owl fluttered into the room, alighting on the back of one of the unoccupied armchairs and extended it's leg. She quickly untied the letter and gave the owl a little treat from her pocket before it flew back out the window which she closed behind it.

Glancing at the parchment in her hands, Hermione saw that the letter was for her. She plopped back down on the couch and unrolled it.

Dear Hermione,

Meet me in the Astronomy Tower at 11 tonight.

Love, Draco

Hermione felt a bubbling joy well up inside her when she saw the "love" part of the letter, but she had to repress it when she remembered where she was. Ron and Harry were giving her odd looks, so she quickly thought of an excuse.

"Uh, McGonagall just wanted to tell me that I received a perfect score on that essay she had us write on the dangers of transforming a frog into a prince," she lied.

"But that essay isn't due for another week!" Ron said.

"Ron, I always turn my homework in early, remember?" Hermione said. Ron just nodded as he suddenly remembered the fact.

When she glanced at Harry, though, he didn't look as convinced as Ron. Hermione tried to give him a confused look, as though to say 'what? I'm still the same Hermione and I'm telling the truth, as always!', but apparently she needed to work on her body language, because it looked like she had suddenly developed a tick instead.

"Uh, I need to use the loo," she said and turned on her heel to make a hasty retreat, choosing to ignore Ron's "too much information!" comment.

Once she had made it to the restroom, she locked the door-not that it would do too much good in a wizarding school-and let out the little fan-girl type scream she had been holding in ever since she received Draco's letter. A couple of second years who happened to be walking by the door at the time heard the noise, gave each other terrified looks, and dashed away.

Finally, she unlocked the door after stuffing the note down her shirt to be placed in her special memory box later. She went back and rejoined Harry and Ron at the table.

"Feel better?" Ron scoffed. Hermione just shot him a death glare before turning back to her homework.

After a couple minutes, she could feel Harry's eyes on her. When he didn't stop staring, she gave up and turned to him. "What?" she asked.

He leaned over as though to whisper in her ear. Hermione leaned in to hear what he had to say. "You're not...uh...stuffing, are you? Because you probably shouldn't use crumpled parchment if you are," Harry said with a meaningful glance at her chest. Hermione suddenly felt herself turn a million shades of red. If she hadn't known Harry as long as she did, she would have socked him for that comment. Instead, she just dashed off to her room like a jackrabbit.

"Crap!" she said when she slammed the door to her room shut. Stuffing a piece of paper down one's shirt always worked so well for the women in the movies! Too bad she had forgotten that her own chest was tiny and she had to wear padded bras to give herself any curves at all. She looked in the mirror. Sure enough, it looked as though one of her breasts was made solely of crumpled paper. She quickly pulled out the note and shoved it into the little memory box she kept hidden in the bottom of her trunk at the foot of her bed.

Once she realized just how silly the scene in the common room had been, Hermione threw herself on her bed and laughed herself to sleep.

After a few hours, she heard another insistent tapping on the window and looked up to see Draco's owl. Realization dawned when she looked at her watch and saw that it read 11:15. Without a word, she sprang out of bed, grabbed a black cloak and dashed off to the Astronomy Tower.

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Okay, how was that? I tried to be kinda funny in this chapter, but I don't know if it worked too well. What do you guys think? Please review! Ideas are welcome...Oh, and ignore what I said in the last chapter. These chapters aren't going to be terribly long because I don't have this story mapped out in my head like the last one. I just write until I'm out of ideas for the chapter.