A/N: WAZZZZZZZZZUPPP!

ANYWAY! CHAPTER 3 IS HERE PEEPS! :D

SOOOO, Malfoy's in this one. I know your looking forward to it *wink wink nudge nudge* ;)

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Chapter 3

"You know, you can let go of me now." I said, trying, and failing, not to notice how warm he was and how strangely nice it felt to be in is arms.

OH NO HERMIONE! YOU ARE NOT THINKING THAT! I FORBID YOU TO THINK OF DRACO MALFOY AS ANYTHING OTHER THAN FERRETY AND ANNOYING…..and sexy…. DAMNIT.

"I could. But do I want to….?" He asked in a whisper, staring straight into my eyes. "Do you want me to?" he whispered this one in my ear, and his lips lightly grazed my earlobe, making me shiver. I opened my mouth to say something, before closing it. Did I want him to let go? OF COURSE! I mean yeah, a bit. Kind of. It's possible. Maybe. Not really….

But HE can't know that! So regaining whatever shreds of self respect I still had, I placed his hands on his chest, his sculpted, strong, sexy… NO! No distractions! I placed my hands on his chest and WITHOUT getting distracted by his muscles, pushed him hard. He only stumbled a bit, but it was enough for me to wrench myself out of his grip and dash up the stairs, pulling Pansy along behind me.

I could hear his laughter behind me and him call out: "I know you want me Granger!"

That only made me run faster.

When Pansy and I reached my room, I fell on top of my bed, taking deep breathes to try and calm my racing heart. Pansy flopped down next to me.

"WOW, Mia! That thing between you and Draco was INTENSE! I could practically see the sexual tension!" she exclaimed, throwing her arms around to emphasize everything.

"WHAT? There is NO sexual tension! I do NOT think of him that way! No way! I do NOT dream about him nearly every night! Na-uh!" Subtle, Hermione, real subtle. She totally thinks you like him now dumbass!

Pansy's eyebrows practically disappeared into her hair.

"Dreams? You dream about him?" she asked, and although her eyebrows were raised impossibly high, she didn't sound all that shocked.

I considered lying about it and calling her crazy before changing the subject to something random like waterfalls, but decided against it, as I have absolutely no knowledge on waterfalls whatsoever.

"Yeah…" I muttered, making sure I sounded like an angsty teenager that needed boy advice from her best friend. It wasn't that hard considering I actually was one.

"Oooh! Care to share?" she asked, before giggling at her rhyme. I swear Pansy's true roots are blonde.

"Well not really but I need help in figuring them out. Like, we hate each other! I'm not supposed to dream of him!"

"It didn't look like you hated each other on the stairs. Now stop stalling and tell me about these dreams." She demanded, crossing her legs and pulling a pillow to her chest like an excited girl about to listen to an interesting story. Which was what she was.

"Shut up about the stairs." I muttered before sitting up and resting my head against the headboard. "Okay, so, I don't really remember when they started, but the first one scared the living daylights out of me! I thought someone had slipped me a love potion!"

"So these are lusty dreams?" she asked, an evil glint in her eyes and a smirk adorning her lips.

I blushed profusely but otherwise ignored her comment. "So when I kept having them, I realized that no one was slipping me a love potion; my mind was just being really messed up! Or so I thought. I still feel like I hate him, but when I get close to him, I don't know, I just, can't control myself…"

Pansy looked amused. Why was she amused? This is a crisis! One of those crisis' that involve LOTS of ice cream!

"What," I snapped "Is so funny?"

"I know you don't want to hear it, but I think you like him. Actually, I think half of Hogwarts thinks you like him, but whatever…" she trailed off, smiling like she knew something I didn't.

"Half of Hogwarts thinks I like him? Why?" I asked, my jaw feeling sort of slack.

She rolled her eyes and answered as if it was sooo obvious why. "Well there is SOOO much sexual tension between you two! I mean, the air practically crackle when you're in the same room! Don't worry though; we all think that he likes you back. A lot."

My jaw hung loosely. WTF? W.T.F! How could everyone think that? Were they stupid? Don't they realize we hate each other, or at the very least, that he hates me?

"Okay, I get that this may take some time for you to digest, so let's skip dinner. We can go get a midnight snack later. We'll change into our pajamas, and then, to get you in a better mood, plan our attack on the boys." She said, standing up and reaching into the bags that she had brought. "Lucky I bought some new pajamas, eh?" she winked and flounced off to the bathroom to get changed.

I sighed, and headed for my wardrobe to change. Oh yes, it WAS a lot for me to digest. Try finding out the half your school thinks your crushing on your enemy in the space of 2 minutes. It's not easy.

I decided on my black pajama bottoms, which said "Bite Me." along the back, and a pink tank top that didn't cover my belly button. Brushing through my knots hastily, I made my way back into my bedroom and saw Pansy next to the bookshelf, staring at some book in her hand.

"Whatcha looking at?" I asked, feigning cheerfulness. When she turned to look at me, I got to look at her new pajamas. They were silver, which contrasted with her black bob quite well. She had on shorts that were made of satin, and a t-shirt that had "MEOW!" written on the front in sparkly pink letters. I inwardly grinned at her little obsession with cats.

"I don't know. The title is in Italian." She said, placing the book back on the shelf. "You look hot, Mia! ANYWAY! So, we need a plan. It has to be good."

We sat on the bed for at least two hours, tossing random ideas around and asking Peppy for pizza multiple times. Finally, after a LOOONG silence, only filled by the sounds of us finishing our delicious pizza, I had an idea.

"PANSY! I've got it! Come here let me tell you…" I said, and thus began our plan – Project Polyjuice.

After about an hour of planning, we realized that it was sometime around midnight, and that we would have to hurry if we wanted to successfully accomplish our plan. We had everything mapped out, everything except how to get the Long-lasting Polyjuice Potion.

"Can't we just call Professor Snape? He might have some." Pansy suggested for the millionth time. I sighed and rolled my eyes.

"Okay, first, Snape is Malfoy's godfather. I highly doubt he would want to helpus with this, and secondly, I'm a bloody GRYFFINDOR! Snape hates all Gryffindors with every fiber in his body! So no, Pansy, we can't." I repeated. I was beginning to learn this little speech off by heart thanks to her.

"Okay, I'm sorry. I just don't have any other ideas…"

We sat in silence for a few more minutes before I had a great idea.

"PEPPY!" I shouted, effectively scaring the living daylights out of Pansy.

"What are yo-" she started, but was cut off by Peppy the house-elf popping into the room.

"What can Peppy do for miss?" he asked, bowing low until his long crooked nose was squashed up against the floor.

"Do you know if Uncle Chris is awake?" I asked, earning a confused look from Pansy.

"Yes miss! Peppy just gave Master Christopher his dinner." Peppy said excitedly, his head bopping up and down.

"Good, good. Thank you Peppy, that's all." I said, smiling graciously at him. With one last low bow, he was gone, leaving only a resounding CRACK!

When left, Pansy turned back to me with her hands on her hips.

"Why did you ask about Chris?"

"He will DEFINITELY have some Long-lasting Polyjuice Potion! Him and Snape always get together to discuss their new potions. It's one of his favorite hobbies!" I said hurriedly, grabbing her hand and running out the door and down the corridor, to his office.

Pansy started whining about sore feet and how she couldn't run halfway down the corridor. We were literally only four or five meters from my bedroom door.

"So you can handle a whole day of shopping whilst wearing your 4 inch heels the whole time, but not a simple jog to Uncle Chris' office? You're impossible." I sighed, but slowed to a walk just to humor her. Other than the slight smirk that appeared on her face, she ignored my jab.

When we reached Chris' office, I knocked lightly on one of the large double doors. He must've been half-way through eating something, because his "Come in." sounded more like a muffled "Con-if."

I pushed the door open and saw him put down the taco in his hand.

"A taco?" I asked amused. Usually Chris went for more classical dinners, like Spaghetti Bolognese, or Ricotta and Spinach Cannelloni.

He grinned sheepishly and shrugged saying, "I felt like something different. What can I do for you lovely ladies?"

To my surprise, Pansy stepped forward. Sure, she had know him for all her life and was he was like and uncle to her, but she usually let my do the persuading in these kind of things.

"We need some Long-lasting Polyjuice Potion, if you've got it." She stated bluntly. Chris raised his eyebrows and leaned forward in curiosity.

"Sure, I've got it, but why do you need it?"

Pansy and I exchanged looks. Chris was all for us playing pranks on the boys, but we didn't really want to tell anyone the plan. It was a surprise for everyone, so I cleared my throat and began to use my marvelous abilities of persuasion.

"Pansy and I have a theory about that we wanted to test, and it needs to be done tonight, because it's the only night it will work…." I trailed off, waving my hands as if that explained it all.

I knew my attempt at a lie was pathetic, but that was all part of persuasion. Chris knew we were lying. He would, of course, get that we were going to pull a prank on the boys, and would understand that it was a surprise. Ah, with this ability, I should've been in Slytherin.

Like I expected, Chris only looked skeptical for a second, before his face transformed into a wide grin.

"Ah, a theory? Sound's very interesting. I'm sure I can spare two vials of the stuff." He said with a wink, getting up out of his seat and walking to his filing cabinet. Probably not the safest place to put potions, but Chris didn't think his little hobby needed a whole storeroom.

He pulled open a drawer and flicked through a few files before reaching into one and extracting two vials filled with thick murky liquid. I shuddered remembering the taste of the horrid substance.

Chris handed Pansy the vials, noticing my shudder and probably realizing I didn't want to touch it. Pansy took them and thanked him, before we both bounced out of the room.

We jogged back to my bedroom, all Pansy's previous thoughts about sore feet gone. When we got back to my room, she carefully placed the vials on my desk, before running up to me so we could do our "happy-squealy-dance". After 2 solid minutes of jumping around like giggling maniacs, we made our way over to my desk to examine the thick potion.

"Okay, step one is complete, now onto step two." Pansy whispered, though my bedroom door was shut and we were the only two in here.

"How about I slip it in the drinks and you go down and give it to them?" I asked, crossing my fingers that she'd be okay with it. But of course she wasn't.

"No way!" she whisper-screamed, "You know that I'm a terrible actress! I'll put slip it in the drinks, YOU can give it to them!"

I sighed in defeat. She had a point – she was a horrible actress. So it was up to me, as usual, to perfectly execute this brilliant plan of ours. Plus, I didn't really have a choice, as Pansy was already out the door and on the way to the kitchen with our key ingredient to utter chaos.

In the kitchen, the house-elves were busy preparing breakfast for tomorrow. I could vaguely smell choc-chip pancakes, and it got me instantly hungry. A small house-elf called Daisy skittered up to us and bowed low.

"Does misses' need something?" she asked quickly, looking up to us as if begging for us to eat.

"Yes, can you bring us two glasses of firewhiskey." Pansy demanded, barely even glancing at the quivering elf.

"And some of Zonkos best chocolate." I added before Daisy could scamper off again. She nodded quickly and disappeared, quickly reappearing with a tray with two drinks and plate full of chocolate.

"Thank." I said, taking the tray, while Pansy stalked out of the kitchen. I rolled my eyes. She had no patience with house-elves.

We walked back to my room in silence. When we reached it, I kicked the door shut and placed the tray on my bedspread.

"What now?" I asked Pansy, who grinned evilly.

"We get the hairs."

Hmmm... I SWEAR this used to be longer...

Strange...

ANYWAY! I have this lemon... that I wrote... and... I don't know if I want to upload it... SO all you lemon readers out there, PLEASE review and tell me if you want to give my smutty little Dramione fic a go?

This is usually the part where I BEG for reviews, BUT TODAY, I decided that I had a question for all you gofers (Heh, LULZ XD)

This AWESOME question is: Team Blaise or Team Draco?

OOOOOHHHH, let the war begin!

HUGS AND KISSES AND MORE HUGS AND ANOTHER SORT OF AWKWARD KISS THAT YOU DON'T REALLY WANT BUT TAKE ANYWAY BECAUSE YOU'RE POLITE :D