Cookies for all for those review! It makes me happy to read your thoughts about this! Anyways, for the people who put favorites, thanks you guys too! You guys get mini cookies! And those who put on story alert, thanks, but review! hehe.

BUT HOW GREAT WAS DEATHLY HALLOWS PART 2? AMAZING. AND THAT LITTLE DRAMIONE MOMENT. HEHEH. I'm going to miss Harry Potter, but it is going to stay with me no matter what! It's just simply a legend and it shall continue no matter what! Anyways, back to the story! (Really wished that Dramione did happen though. Sighs...)

READ AUTHOR'S NOTE AT THE END.

Smooth Talking

It was dead silent for a few moments.

Then, laughter erupted from the Great Hall. Hell, even the professors were either chuckling, giggling, or showing a small smile on their faces.

For Snape, he was slightly coughing.

Malfoy wanted to Crucio everyone. Especially Blaise.

'That fucking git! That son of a bitch-that-I-never-met! I am going to kick his bloody fucking arse! I am going to rip his balls off and shove it up his fucking arse! Then, I am going to slice his crotch so he can have a womanhood! Or, I am just going to hex him!' He thought ashe was trying to remain calm as everyone was laughing their heads off.

The Slytherin hoped that all of them can laugh their heads off so he wouldn't have the trouble of killing them.

Malfoy then noticed that Granger wasn't even laughing. Instead, she kept a straight face that showed no emotion of anything. He lifted an eyebrow underneath his bangs as the two of them kept their eye contact. Slowly, he saw a smirk appear on her lips as she folded her arms.

"Ah, but Granger, you will soon change your mind," Malfoy said.

Some people started to calm down, such as Harry and Ron, and soon went back to hear what the ferret was going to say next.

"You are going to persuade me? Like that's possible," Hermione replied.

"I have a way with words. Granger, trust me."

"Yes, you are such a way with words," the Head Boy sensed the sarcasm in her voice. "But trust you? The day when I trust you is when I decide to become a harlot."

"I will probably be your first and only customer," he said with a smirk.

"You are just probably so desperate to have sex because nobody wouldn't want any from you."

"Please, Granger. I know plently of women who would want me."

"They would want you to leave, that is."

"They would want me to leave so they can get themselves pretty-up in the meantime."

"Yeah, so they can find another wonderful man than you."

"But once they meet that man, they will soon regret passing a chance on me."

"No, they regret meeting you in the first place. Like me for example. Now, go away Malfoy so I can enjoy my dinner."

Draco flashed her another smirk. "I hope the food gets stuck in your throat."

"I hope yours too," the Head Girl spat.

"Oh, but I have already finished my dinner, Mudblood."

"Then I hope you get constipated."

"Then I hope you get diarrhea."

Everyone soon went back to their normal ways once the interesting conversation between Malfoy and Granger had ceased. To everyone, they thought of it as a treat since it has been a while something entertaining occurred. Some had to admit; Hogwarts wasn't the same without the Weasley twins. They sure brought the entertainment with them.

"Draco, what the Hell was that about!" A voice hissed beside him.

"Pansy, leave me the bloody Hell alone," he commanded.

"Not after you tell me why you were complimenting that Mudblood Granger!" Pansy pouted.

"It's none of your business."

"It's my damn business, of course! Your my boyfriend!"

"Used to be."

She gawked at him and soon stormed off, tears streaming down her face. The broken-hearted girl pushed anyone in her way; heels clicking so hard that you swear that the ground was puntured. Or, you hoped that her heels would just break at that moment and she will trip (to her death, if possible).

"You just broken up with Parkinson. Out of all the places you could have broken up with her, Malfoy." Blaise said.

"I was planning to anyways. I thought this was a perfect time. Besides, it would be easier for me to do the dare. She would just be in the way if I hadn't sooner or later," the Slytherin Prince stated.

Malfoy was glaring at his friend, who was still damn smirking like a baboon. (Someone should keep track of how many times Zabini smirks, I swear.)

"I shouldn't have believed you," he mumbled.

Blaise leaned back a bit before responding, "It worked for me."

"And who did that work on?"

"My mother."

"..."

"Told you I was going to get you back."

Even though Hermione managed to keep her straight face throughout the conversation she had with Malfoy, she was sure going ballistic inside. She couldn't even believe why did the ferret even say that to her. They bloody hate each other's guts for Merlin's sake! They both wanted to hex each other! It didn't make any sense to her. Well, actually it did. She soon thought it was to embarrass her in front of everyone. She knew that Malfoy was just trying to make her stunned.

'Or maybe he was trying to hit on me to make fun of me! How dare he!' Hermione thought as she ripped off a piece of chicken in an animalistic way.

"Um, Hermione. Are you alright?" Harry asked.

She nodded, "Yes, I'm fine. I was thinking about what that ferret did."

"But your replies were brilliant Hermione! I thought that I was going to choke on my meal again!" Ron praised.

"But still. I mean, Malfoy-"

"Don't let him get to your head, Hermione. Malfoy was teasing you again. What's the difference? He always makes fun of you and us," Harry said.

"But, the way he insulted me was in a form of a compliment. Don't you find that a bit weird?"

"Well, yes. He is probably trying to make some new insults towards you. You have to admit, some of them are getting a bit old, don't you think?"

"Maybe."

"Then, you have nothing to worry about," Harry said as he gave her a soft smile.

The bushy brunette smiled back at him. "Thanks Harry, but maybe I should get ready of some new insults of my own."

"Beat him in his own game!" Ron suggested.

"Like how?" Hermione asked.

"Like this, for example," Ron said as he looked up, pretending that he was Hermione while the 'person' he was looking at was Malfoy. "You have a great arse!"

Sadly, Weasley didn't noticed that when he looked up, someone was there in his way.

And Neville was innocently going to ask him something.

"Um...uhh...T-Thanks, Ron...I guess. I..uhhh...nevermind!" Neville stuttered.

Longbottom suddenly went back to his seat while trying to keep his head down.

"Way to go Ron. You have now scarred Neville for life!" Hermione angrily said.

"I didn't know he was there! I swear!" Ron explained.

"But telling Malfoy that he has...ugh! Disgusting!"

The girl shook her head in disbelief or was trying to get a certain image out of her head. She couldn't even believe that that despicable image of Malfoy was in her thoughts. She certainly blamed Ron for the ferret to enter her mind.

"It will make him shock though," Ron mumbled.

"Anyways, I am not going to compliment Malfoy in order to beat him."

"Then you don't, Hermione. I mean, by the way you handled him, you don't need new insults." Harry said.

Hermione nodded. "You're right. I was just in shock of how Malfoy insulted me."

Ron immediately shook his head and sniggered, "But for me, 'Mione. When you smile, I smile."

He was hit by a chicken leg soon afterwards.

Dinnertime was soon finished and everyone headed back to their rooms with stuffed stomachs and sleepyness that was soon ready to take over. But for the Head Boy and Head Girl, they were dreading while heading to their Common Room. They were absolutely dreading.

Everyday, since the day they were both chosen, they had (as possible) tried to avoid each other once they reached the Heads Room. They didn't want to see each other, breathe in the same room with each other, or wished for the other to be dead so they can have more living space for them. They hated every single, tiny particle that made the other and wished the person to vanish from this earth.

To sum it all up, they just wanted to kill each other. They both thought that life would be so much more grand if the other was dead.

That was probably, the two thought, that they had in common besides being smart. They wanted the other dead.

Granger was peacefully sleeping in her own room while the other Head was trying to keep awake. It was after midnight and he was barely awake.

Malfoy was lying down on his expensive, silk, green, king-sized bed. He had his arms folded behind his head and legs, or up to his calves, hanging at the side of the bed.

'How am I going to win this dare? We both hate each other. Out of all the people, Blaise had to choose that Mudblood. I wouldn't mind if it was Parkinson. Actually, she is horrible. But she would been certainly easier than Granger. But I don't want to change the dare. Licking Goyle's bloody arse is almost as worse than her!' He shivered with that thought.

'But how am I going to-'

Draco fell asleep.

"So, Malfoy. How did you sleep last night? Talk to Granger? Did you woo her last night that she decided to sneak into your bed?" Blaise asked.

It was morning in the Great Hall and breakfast had just began. Once again, the Great Hall was filled with happy voices, sad voices telling stories about how life is so cruel to them, or pissed off voices such as the silvery-blond.

"Merlin, no. She was happily sleeping in her bed. I was disappointed when I saw her awake. I was hoping that she died in her sleep," Malfoy said after he took a bite of his scrambled eggs.

"If she died, then Granger was dreaming about you before her sudden death."

He snorted and said, "She probably couldn't handle me in her dreams."

"Anyways, if she died, you would lose the dare." Zabini smirked.

Malfoy shot him a glare, but then flashed a smirk of his own.

"You know what, Zabini? You seem very eager to see me naked. Probably Professor Snape won't be the only one to enjoy the sight."

"I agree."

Draco suddenly started to cough violently and began to say, "W-What the bloody-"

"Granger, will be enjoying it. Maybe Professor Snape and Granger will sneak photos of you running around bare. Maybe they will hide them underneath their pillowcase. Perhaps, pleasuring-"

"Disgusting! Oh, Merlin," Malfoy covered his face. "Ugh! Blaise, you disgusted-minded git!"

"I will continue unless you do something."

"Do bloody what-"

"Granger."

"You want me to do Granger? Now that's-"

"Malfoy, you disgusted-minded git," Blaise minicked Draco's words before. "No. I mean, about the dare. Do you have anything in mind to do?"

"Well-"

"I will take that as a 'no'. I have suggestions-"

"I already have an idea!" Malfoy lied.

"Oh?" Blaise lifted his eyebrows, "you do?"

"Yes," he narrowed his eyes to him. "I certainly do. They don't call me Malfoy, the player, for nothing."

"Malfoy, you only had one girlfriend."

"But, you can obviously tell that many girls admire me."

"Of course, Malfoy, because I care deeply about you love life."

"That's lovely of you, but mind your own."

"Have you ever heard of sarcasm, Malfoy?"

"Have you ever heard of dying, Zabini?"

"Well, yes. I read it off from The Daily Prophet," Blaise said with a smirk.

"Go fuck yourself," Malfoy retorted.

"I do all the time."

Draco smirked and replied, "And who do you think about while you do?"

"Granger." He snickered.

The platinum blond spitted out his food onto his friend's breakfast. Blaise just merely stared at him, not caring a bit about his ruined meal.

"I'm lying, Malfoy."

"Oh, thank Merlin! How could you even think about that Mud-"

"I think about you," Zabini plainly stated.

Draco immediately took a bite of his scrambled egg and purposely spitted it out on the other Slytherin's face. Blaise was not expecting that. Well, he was sort of expecting Malfoy to go on a cursing rampage while he sat there with a huge smirk on his face.

"Malfoy, you should already know that I'm lying," he said as he took a napkin and wiped his face clean. "Besides, tell me about this brilliant plan you have."

The Slytherin Prince hesitated a bit before answering, "You will just have to wait and see."

"You have nothing, don't you?"

"I do. Can't you be patient and watch it unfold?"

"Can't you just admit that you don't even have a plan?"

"Never!"

"You just admitted that you don't have a plan."

"..."

"I guess I have to help you."

"I don't want your help."

"If you don't, then I can always shorten the deadline."

"...I bloody hate you, Zabini."

Blaise smirked.

Draco frowned.

Soon, there was an odd form of a bruise on Zabini's forehead.

I really wonder how many hairbrushes does Malfoy have.

Breakfast was soon done and Hermione smiled on that thought. She couldn't handle the way Ron was devouring his eggs, English muffin, or whatever else was presented in front of the Weasley. She even hit him with her Advanced Potions book since he accidentally spilled some pumpkin juice on it. To the people around her, it was such a surprise that she didn't shout. But it was no surprise how she beated up the poor boy with a tiny book.

She soon saw Snape's classroom. She frowned.

Hermione was one of the three Gryffindors that took this class. Sadly, Harry or Ron was the other three since they didn't want to be in his class again. So, she remained to be partners with one of her other fellow Gryffindor, Seamus Finnigan.

It was a surprise for her to see Seamus back in Advanced Potions class. But gladly, she thank Merlin that she had at least someone she knew from her House. But then, she felt bad for the other Gryffindor, who was often paired up with a Slytherin, which was majority of the class.

There was at least one Ravenclaw and one Hufflepuff in Advanced Potions class, but she never associated with them in her whole time in Hogwarts.

To Finnigan's demise; since Hermione and him were always paired up, she sat in front of the class. Which meant for him that he will have to as well.

He groaned at the thought of having Snape seeing him up close.

Hell, one day, Seamus didn't know the answer to Professor Snape's question that the greasy, long, jet-black haired professor went up to his face, told him the answer, and took points off from the Gryffindor House. What made it worse was when Snape fiercely turned back, his hair slapped Finnigan's face. Hermione suggested to make a potion to get rid of Snape's hair-touch from his face.

Finnigan couldn't agree more.

Class had begun and Snape soon began his lecture about brewing up a some kind of personality-wise potion. The potion was supposed to make you act a little bit differently than you normally do. If the person intakes too much of it, his or hers personality will be completely changed for a few months. Snape suggested that he was going to test this potion, but only an ounce will be used on the subject, which will only last for at least an hour.

So, he decided to pair people up and people groaned.

This was one of the few times when he decides to pair people up. Not that much people mind since majority of the class was Slytherin, but it did matter for the three Gryffindors, one Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff, and some unlucky Slytherins who were paired up with them.

"Malfoy," Blaise nudged his arm, "wake up. We are going to start brewing a potion."

"How bloody brilliant," the platinum blond mumbled.

"Not really. We are going to be assigned our partners."

"...Just wonderful."

"I know," the other Slytherin replied.

"I'm going to say your partners out loud. Ms. Parkinson, you will be paired up with Ms. Abbott," Snape announced.

The two girls grumbled.

"Mr. Nott, you will be paired up with Mr. Goyle."

The two boys nodded and soon sat next to each other.

The list went on and neither Hermione nor Seamus had a partner.

'Maybe there's hope! Maybe there's-'

"Mr. Finnigan, you will be paired up with Mr. Malfoy." (Heh heh! I bet a lot of you guys were expecting Draco and Hermione to be partners! But no, I'm not taking that route.)

Malfoy's eyes looked like they were going to pop out of his head while Finnigan wanted to drink a potion to make him die. The two slowly looked at each other and glared.

Seamus turned back to look at the bushy brunette, who gave him a sympathy expression.

"Yer lucky, Hermione, that ya didn't get paired up...with that..." He said.

The sandy-haired noticed that Malfoy didn't seem like he was going to move, so Seamus slowly made his way to sit next to him. Blaise stood up and sat in the seat in front of the two and waited for his partner.

"Ms. Granger, you will be paired up with Mr. Zabini."

'At least it isn't Malfoy! But still...he is a Slytherin. And he sort of looks scary with him sitting in the dark corner with the ferret. And he seems quiet and he seems to observe a lot. My Merlin, I am going to work with a future killer.' Hermione took her stuff and sat at the right side of Zabini, who just looked at her.

"Alright, um...So set up the glasses," Hermione said as she pulled out some ingredients from a bag that Snape had left on each person's seat.

Blaise nodded, but then looked at Malfoy and smirked.

Malfoy badly wanted to throw the glasses or Finnigan at him.

"Ya are gunna start or somethin'? Or do I have ta wait 'til-"

"Shut up Finnigan-"

"Ya shut-"

"Your mouth-"

"Ya know what Malfoy? Ya should change yer last name ta Malfoul," Seamus suggested.

"I wouldn't talk if I were you Sissy-Finny."

"Ya take that back!"

Malfoy raised an eyebrow and smirked at him. "What? You want your manhood back?"

"Stop collectin' some balls will ya, Malfoy? I heard ya have a collection of them. I'm honoured that me manhood is goin' to be the prized possession of yers."

"Not likely. I'm planning to throws yours away, not big enough. No wonder girls don't want you."

"Like yers is any bigger!"

"Mr. Finnigan, stop disrupting my class. Ten points off from Gryffindor and detention after class. And for you Mr. Malfoy, go back to work before you receive the same punishment as Mr. Finnigan," Snape hissed.

The two boys glared at each other and soon began on their potion.

Hermione was quite surprise that Zabini wasn't that mean to her as she expected. He actually followed her orders, but still remained a bit hostile towards her. But she didn't mind. She would take quiet hostility other than loud hostility. She was a bit happy that no insults were thrown at her like the other Slytherins she sadly got paired up with earlier in the year. She thanked Merlin that she never got the chance to ever be paired up with the ferret, but she guessed that Zabini probably wanted to get it over with as soon as possible since he remained quiet and followed her orders.

The potion they had so far was turning a bit orange. Granger looked up at the broad and saw that if the potion was right, it will have a slight orange colour to it. She smiled and soon met Zabini's gaze.

"I think we are done!" She happily said.

"Good. Hey Malfoy," he turned to the two boys behind him, "did you hear that? I'm done." He finished with a smirk.

Hermione saw Malfoy's eye twitch a bit and glared at him. "I could have been finish before you, but I had this git as my partner."

"What did ya say, Malfoul? Yer been complainin' the whole time!" Finnigan growled.

"Look who's talking, Sissy-Finny," the Head Boy said as he flashed a smirk.

The two soon were soon going at it while Blaise and Hermione were watching. Soon, Granger saw Zabini get up with the potion they brewed and stood behind Malfoy.

She raised an eyebrow and extended out her hand, waiting for him to give back the potion so they can show it to Snape.

He merely smirked in reply.

The Head Girl watched as Zabini had an ounce of the potion right above of the silvery-blond's head, simply being patient for his friend to turn around.

Malfoy soon felt something poke his shoulder. He turned around to see Zabini smirking again.

"What do you want-"

He didn't finish talking because Blaise managed to put a droplet, or an ounce of the potion on Malfoy's tongue. The tanned seventeen-year old soon went back to his seat to watch the scene unfold.

Seamus and Hermione watched carefully as Malfoy just froze and then he shook a little.

Granger was slightly hoping he was going to have a seizure.

But then, Finnigan and Granger soon became stiff as Malfoy slowly turned to them. He faced the sandy-haired and gave him a goofy grin.

"Seamus, your hair has a lovely shade of brown. Have I ever told you that you have a nice Irish accent?" Draco asked as he titled his head a bit.

"Fuckin' Hell..." Finnigan whispered.

"Oh my, you just cursed! Shame on you Seamus!" The Slytherin Prince gasped.

"Zabini, look what you done!" Hermione quietly yelled at him.

Malfoy heard her voice and soon looked at her, a big smile forming on his lips. The bushy brunette eyes widen a bit since she never saw this before. She almost thought that his face lit up once their eyes met. For some odd reason, Hermione thought that the whole room was a bit brighter once she saw a real smile plastered on Malfoy's face. She had to admit, Draco had a glorious smile.

She immediately snapped out of it. 'Ugh, disgusting, fouled ferret. I can't believe I even thought that!'

In the corner of Blaise's eye, he saw that Granger had a wide-eyed expression. He even saw a very lightly tinted pink on her cheeks. He had to admit, he never saw Draco ever smile like that before in his life and Granger was the only one, so far (probably Narcissa too), to make him smile a true smile. Sadly, it was the affect of the potion making him smile like that, but it sure took a bit of a toll on Hermione.

"Hermione, I just want to run my hands through your beautiful, nice eyebrows of yours," Malfoy dreamily said.

Zabini soon started to chuckle, which frighten the Head Girl since she never heard him chuckle. But she was absolutely horrified what Draco had just done and said.

"PROFESSOR SNAPE! SOMETHING IS WRONG WITH MALFOY!" Hermione shouted.

Everyone soon stopped and watched Malfoy happily giggling and pinching Seamus's cheeks. Finnigan shoved him and started to scoot away from him. But then, Draco scooted closer. The Irish quickly got up and stood next to Hermione, trembling a bit.

Malfoy merely blink until he saw Blaise.

"Blaise, you have absolutely have a gorgeous smirk," he grinned.

Zabini's smirk fell. He looked at Seamus and Hermione, who snickered at him.

Snape soon appeared next to Malfoy.

The boy turned to look at him and flashed a smile. "Your wrinkles sure bring out your handsomeness Professor Snape. They look like little mountains on your face, sir."

No words can explain what everyone was feeling at that moment.

NOTE: (I KNOW A LOT OF YOU WILL SKIP THIS BUT PLEASE READ) Review please. It really encourages me to continue, really it does. I'm really happy for all the favourites and the story alert, but it makes me feel better when I receive your reviews. I love hearing about what you thought about each chapter and it makes me feel like I should keep on continuing this story. I have TONS of people putting my story on alert, but it makes me sad how out of all those people, so very little review. I appreciate you guys keeping up with the story, but please review! I know it's ONLY the second chapter, but frustrates me and then I lose inspiration. It's like I get more story alerts, but less reviews and it really bums me out. WHOO, THAT WAS THE LONGEST AUTHOR'S NOTE I HAVE EVER WRITTEN, BUT IT WAS NEEDED.

Anyways, yup, Draco had his personality change a bit to a happily-merry person all thanks to Blaise, who now just regretted what he had just done!

But, this was my first time to write Seamus's or any sort of Irish accent before in my life! I'm going to practice on it and I would love advice to improve it!